The world starts with Hunter x Hunter

"You, have you really killed someone?" Sanjiangshui was a little scared.

"Do you think I'm joking with you? Practicing martial arts is just my hobby. In fact, my identity is the super killer specially trained by Jiang Guangtou since I was a child. My bullets never miss a target, swish swish swish~" Zhuiyi said jokingly.

"Okay, go home. Zhuiyi has his own way to deal with this matter. Don't make trouble with me." Yixiantian said directly.

"Get out! Don't disturb me practicing martial arts. This is a unique skill of our school. Do you want to learn it secretly?" Zhuiyi stared.

"Unique skill! Boss, why don't you teach me too!" Sanjiangshui grinned and said with a grin.

"Do you remember what I told you at that time?" Yixiantian said leisurely.

"Teaching you is a waste of our ancestors' things!" Zhuiyi added very cooperatively.

"Too, too bullying! Can you do whatever you want just because you have money? Boss, are you doing this because I have no money?" Sanjiangshui was furious.

"Yes!" Yixiantian said simply.

Sanjiangshui: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"Hehe, if you have money, you can do whatever you want. Young man, if you want to learn special skills, you have to make money. Get out of here!" Zhuiyi grabbed Sanjiangshui's collar and dragged him out.

Waiting for Sanjiangshui to go out, Zhuiyi looked at the time and prepared to take a bath and regulate his breath for a while.

"Are you really a super killer trained by the Blue Army?" Yixiantian asked curiously.

"Master, I heard that you are the number one killer in the military. Is it true?" Zhuiyi laughed.

"Get out!" Yixiantian cursed directly.

Zhuiyi went upstairs to take a shower.

Yixiantian watched Zhuiyi go upstairs, shouted to Zhuiyi and went out. As for Zhuiyi's so-called number one killer, it's not like he hasn't trained before. Zhuiyi is definitely not one of them. First of all, he can't fight well. As for the marksmanship, it is hard to say. After all, the mainland was full of battles before. Yixiantian prefers to believe that this is a soldier who is serving in an unknown place.

As for so much money, I don’t know which mansion’s treasure house was secretly hidden, and then transported to Hong Kong to live.

But Zhui Yi’s fluent foreign language can’t be a low-level staff, so it’s even more impossible for him to be a soldier. As for the senior staff, if he was not taken to Taiwan, he would not have seen Zhui Yi’s information.

Yixiantian really can’t guess where this kid jumped out of the cracks in the stone. In the end, he can only be classified as a former rich kid who returned to China after studying abroad and then ran to Hong Kong with his family’s money.

Because this kid looks delicate and tender, and you can tell at a glance that he is not a person who has suffered. If he has been exercising since childhood, he must have a lot of injuries and calluses on his body.

As for the scars on Zhuiyi's body, although they were obviously gunshot wounds, they were fresh wounds. He was probably beaten by the border guards when he escaped from the inland.

He had removed the stitches for Zhuiyi a while ago.

In addition to the scratches on the ribs, based on his experience, he estimated that he was caught by the wire mesh. He didn't know which doctor he consulted, but the operation was very good. He had never seen such a suture method before.

After Zhuiyi took a shower and changed his clothes, he saw that no one was at home, so he quickly removed all the surveillance cameras in the house. If this time was too dangerous, he would prepare to leave.

These two days, Yixiantian did not hide. Instead, he showed Zhuiyi all the routines and moves of Bajiquan, and then slowly began to teach him some methods of exerting force and fighting against the enemy.

As for fighting?

Ahem, Zhuiyi didn't want to, but he was again One move and knocked him down.

I don't know what Yixiantian is doing again, but this master is still beyond reproach. Zhuiyi has left 10 jin of gold for Yixiantian and buried it under the floor tiles, which is considered a favor of teaching.

He made a delicious braised pork, sweet and sour spare ribs, two seasonal vegetarian dishes, cut a beef tendon, and stewed a large pot of rice, but the way of plating was still soulless.

I just ate half of it when I found that several people entered the yard, holding a big bone and biting it and came to the door of the yard. After seeing Yixiantian, they didn't ask, and then went back to continue eating.

After these people carried a few wooden boxes and put them in the house, they went out without saying a word. Yixiantian looked at the table of dishes, and didn't say anything. He served himself and ate indifferently.

After cleaning, Zhuiyi pointed to the box and said, "What is it?"

"Don't you want arms? Take a look for yourself! "Yixiantian continued to eat.

Zuiyi was curious, and hurried over to open the wooden boxes one by one, and then looked disgusted, what kind of broken guns are these? There are some submachine guns and pistols, and good ammunition, and then pulled them out and put them on the table. Finally, there is a box of grenades, which looks like there are only 30 in total.

"Master, I appreciate your kindness, but can we ask, these things are the only useful ones." Zuiyi pointed to the two hundred pistol bullets and 30 grenades in his arms.

"Aren't the others good things? They are all American products. Do you know them?" Yixiantian said unhappily.

"It's useless to me, so what does it have to do with me whether he is good or not. "Zui Yi looked at the pile of rifles with disdain. These broken guns were all bolt-action. Among the pile, only the Thompson submachine gun was somewhat modern.

Yixiantian looked at Ziyi seriously, and then watched Ziyi carry a few boxes upstairs. He had no attachment to the guns on the ground. He just picked them up with a look of disdain. He looked at them all, especially the models of the guns and ammunition, and threw them in without hesitation.

‘Isn’t it useful? Are there better firearms but the bullets don’t match? ’ After finishing her meal, Xiantian also threw the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

When it comes to washing dishes, he is a master of his generation. He can't just wash dishes while eating at his apprentice's house. That would be too cheap. I love you, but he never washes dishes anyway.

Cree Yi went upstairs, then came down with an empty box and threw it on top of the arms boxes. "Master, can you refund the money? Please refund the rest. If you can save a little, I'll do it."

"Aren't you very rich?" Xian Xiantian said while drinking coffee.

"Yeah, but aren't I helping you save money?"

"Shall I pay?"

"I didn't ask you to buy it. Of course, master, if you pay 300-500 for a good thing like a grenade, you'll pay the full price."

"Hey, master, why are you going?"

"Master, don't leave!"

"I'll refund the money!"

"oh!"

After dinner, Cree Yi put on his suit very comfortably. If the weather hadn't been too hot, he would have wanted to wear a windbreaker. That would be so handsome.

Now that the Kowloon Walled City has slowly taken shape, few rickshaws are willing to pass by, but there is no need to worry about this. When he reaches the corner of the street, a rickshaw master walks up to him and says, "Mr. Cree, please!"

He sat astride it naturally, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely.

It took half an hour for the rickshaw to arrive at the gate of Kowloon Walled City. Cree Yi admired the rickshaw driver a little. He was now considered a martial arts practitioner, and he didn't have the strength to participate in a marathon.

You can obviously win a gold medal, but you have to be a driver.

"House banquet!"

"please!"

Queyi looked at this historic city that was demolished on the eve of the handover with great interest. This time, he could finally take a good look at its initial state. There were no illegal high-rise buildings or tangled wires. After all, This was only the 1950s, and electricity had not yet been accepted by ordinary people.

In a few decades, I am afraid that this will be the first group of people in Xiangjiang to use electric lights, because other Xiangjiang citizens have to pay for electricity, and here are wires.

As the rickshaw stopped in front of a restaurant, Queyi looked at the 'Yelai Inn' and smiled inwardly.

"Mr. Crepe, please!" the coachman said, leaning on the car and extending his hand.

Cree Yi was not polite and directly took out a 10-dollar bill and handed it over, "Good feet!"

"Thank you, Mr. Crepe, for the reward!"

As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by two strong men.

"What kind of rule is this?" Cree Yi turned around and said, "Did you come to the wrong place?"

The rickshaw didn't say anything, just pushed the car aside and squatted down.

"Mr. Crepe, please take off your clothes!" one of the men said in a muffled voice.

"My clothes are very expensive, so I will chop off whichever hand you stretch out. You can try it!" Creyi said and pushed a person's shoulder with his palm.

"Hey, I can't push it, so let's not talk about it. Hey, let's start a war!" Creyi turned around and left. He went directly to the rickshaw and kicked, "Go home!"

The rickshaw master was stunned for a moment, looked at Creyi, then got on the rickshaw and faced Creyi.

"Mr. Crepe, please stay! Sorry!" Suddenly a little old man came out with a smile and cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Crepe, please stay. I forgot that you are not a martial artist. I will take you in!"

"As for me, I am indeed not from the same group as you. I am here to talk to you today for the sake of seeing that we are all compatriots. If there are any other rules that are broken, I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. Let's be more direct, or Fight, or eat and drink," Creyi said directly while sitting in the car.

"Eat and drink, eat and drink, please Mr. Crepe!" the little old man said with a smile.

Only then did Creyi get out of the car, and then glanced at the rickshaw, "If I come out sideways today, will you also be responsible for pulling me home?"

"yes!"

"Nice!" Cree Yi gave a thumbs up.

Then he followed the little old man directly into the restaurant and went to the private room on the second floor. He saw that the lights inside were already lit, and then there were people sitting around a table with dishes already prepared on the table.

Seeing the only empty chair with its back to the door, Cree Yi pulled out the chair and sat on it regardless of the rules or regulations. "You won't poison the food, will you?"

"I'm kidding, Mr. Cree. If this is the case, let alone being able to survive in Xiangjiang, we will be hunted down even on the road. You're welcome! Please!" A strong middle-aged man sitting directly opposite Cree Yi He said with a smile.

Cree Yi was not polite, he just pulled off a chicken drumstick, poured a glass of wine and started to bite into it.