"Tomorrow noon at twelve o'clock, under the elevated bridge under the East China Sea Ring Bridge, see you there, by the way, remember to bring your photo."

At this point, the other party hung up the phone.

"photo……"

Fu Kuan made a bold guess.

In the middle of the night, Fu Kuan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. The hotel was very quiet, but a few groans from the next door interrupted his train of thought a little.

"The photo...could it be the photo from that time..."

Fu Kuan didn't know what the photo the man in the peaked cap was talking about, but he was certain that the man in the peaked cap was definitely trying to kill someone, but in front of him, unless the man in the peaked cap really had a gunpowder barrel, otherwise, With his strength, the cap boy couldn't do anything to himself.

Fu Kuan turned on the phone, looked at the photos on it, and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, Fu Kuan shivered. He had only sent these few photos to Zhong Cheng, but now the old man of the Zhong family had an accident. Could it be that the man in the peaked cap had already found his way?
A feeling that he had never felt before rushed into Fu Kuan's heart. He always thought that he was the one who played chess, but he didn't expect to be controlled by a brat now.

The next day, Fu Kuan asked for a leave of absence from the police station and asked Chu Gang to take over his shift. Before noon, he drove to the Donghai Ring Bridge.

There is an abandoned rocky beach under the elevated road, and there is a lot of traffic on the elevated road. This rocky beach seems to be out of place here.

The man in the peaked cap hadn't appeared for a long time, and Fu Kuan was sitting in the car, holding the steering wheel in his hands, and knocking on the window rhythmically.

The roar of a motorcycle broke the silence of the rocky beach. Fu Kuan immediately looked intently and saw a motorcycle parked in front of him. The man in the peaked cap was wearing a helmet, but the front cover of the helmet was not lifted.

Holding the phone in his hand, Fu Kuan suddenly got out of the car.

"It's quite early, it seems that you are very concerned about this matter."

The man's voice was muffled, and Fu Kuan roughly judged from his body shape that it was indeed the man in the peaked cap.

"What is your purpose? What does the Police Headquarters have to do with you?"

"Also, are you a ghost master?"

Fu Kuan succinctly picked up the topic directly.

Beads of sweat had already oozed from his forehead. He was alone this time. If the man in front of him brought a top-level ghost master, the transaction might break up.

"What about the photo? Don't talk to me about it. It's useless. Hand over the photo, and I won't embarrass you." The man slammed his helmet off, revealing his true face.

"It's you--"

Fu Kuan gasped, this man seemed to have met him once, but it was only once.

"Oh? Do you still know me?"

The man seemed a little surprised and asked provocatively.

"I seem to have seen you before. Are you from the Zhong family?" Fu Kuan made a bold guess. This person seemed to have met Fu Kuan at the meeting of the Zhong family.

"The Zhong family? What a Zhong family!"

The man laughed loudly, and his tone turned cold in an instant.

"Originally, you could have a small life, but now, you don't have this chance."

"Oh, is it?"

Fu Kuan was still full of confidence in his skills, he didn't believe that the man in front of him was his opponent.

The man stretched out his right hand and roared, "Give me the photo!"

Seeing this, Fu Kuan shook the phone in the air a few times in front of the man, then sneered, held the phone with both hands, and snapped it.

"Snapped--"

The phone split into two in an instant. Seeing this, the man frantically ran towards Fu Kuan, and was about to give Fu Kuan a blow with his fist.

"too late."

Fu Kuan smiled contemptuously, threw the phone on the ground, crushed it with his feet, then bent over suddenly, propped his right hand on the ground, turned his body 180 degrees in the air, and then gave the man in the peaked cap a side kick .

"You are not qualified enough, threaten me, you don't seem to be my opponent."

This set of movements was completed in the blink of an eye. The man turned around suddenly, but he couldn't dodge in time. After being hit firmly, Fu Kuan just landed on the ground, kicked his legs, and he rushed out like a cunning rabbit. The stone was instantly thrown into the air.

"boom--"

Fu Kuan punched the man in the chest, and the man hadn't recovered from it before he received another blow, which was obviously too much for him.

But Fu Kuan quickly narrowed his eyes, and saw the man pull out a jackknife from behind, and rushed towards Fu Kuan, screaming hysterically.

"Clap--"

With two crisp sounds, Fu Kuan directly slashed at the man's hands. His hands turned into palm knives, and he sent the man's folding knife flying with just one blow.

"I fought with you!"

Fu Kuan dodged sideways and avoided the man's punch. His eyes were focused, but he noticed something strange, but he didn't hesitate, and knocked the man unconscious with an elbow.

"Not quite right..."

Fu Kuan muttered and straightened his clothes, wiped the dust off, recalling the man's last punch.

When ordinary people go crazy, they will definitely use their dominant hand to attack, but this man used his dominant hand at the last moment.

The left hand called Fu Kuan.

"He's left-handed!"

Fu Kuan understood instantly, but that time when the man in the peaked cap was pressed under him, Fu Kuan could feel that his force was obviously on his right hand.

Fu Kuan looked at the man on the ground, but found a small black mole on the man's left eyebrow.

"Not alone."

Fu Kuan immediately realized that he had been tricked.

"not good!"

Fu Kuan immediately ran towards his car, and within a few steps, the motorcycle exploded with a bang. Fortunately, the man on the ground was not beside the motorcycle.

The power of the explosion is not great, but if it hurts people, it is more than enough.

And just as it exploded, a jet of black air shot straight into the sky, and a ghost figure flashed past.

Fu Kuan drove towards the police station immediately. On the viaduct, a tiny monitor with a red hole flashed red light.

"This person is really unusual..."

In an abandoned unfinished building, a man looked at the computer screen and said something with a sinister smile, but there was deep horror in his eyes.

Fu Kuan walked halfway, but found that it was not appropriate to go back to the police station at this time, so he made a big circle around the city, and finally got another room in a hotel that was far from his own.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, Fu Kuan found that he seemed to be in a deadlock. Now that his phone was destroyed and his contact with Zhong's family was cut off, he seemed to have no help to turn to.

But he still remembered the contact information of the Bureau of Investigation.

I went outside to buy a mobile phone, but because the phone card required real-name registration, Fu Kuan had no choice but to go to a black spot to buy an already activated phone card and plug it in.

"Hey?"

"it's me."

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