The wind and waves were calm along the way, not to mention the strong wind and waves, and even the sky was not cloudy.

Fang Buwei has always lived in seclusion, trying not to show up, even if he goes to a restaurant to eat, he will deliberately drag it until there are few people.

Those who are good at fighting have no great feats.

Fang Buwei deeply understands a truth, a good spy will always be unknown to everyone.

But since God has given him an outstanding face, there is nothing he can do but minimize the chance of exposure.

It's really not his fault that he's handsome.

Six days later, the ship docked at Victoria Harbour.

When he got off the boat, Fang Bu arranged for Ye Xingzhong to leave separately.

No one came to answer, Xiao Zaiming did not come, and the people from the Gangcheng group did not come.

This was not intentionally arranged.

Unless there are special circumstances, he will not meet with the head of the Port City Group. will not let the spies of the port city team know the specific whereabouts of their families.

After getting off the boat, Fang Buwei first took a closer look.

The place where the cruise ship is berthed is a specially opened dock. There was a long rickshaw parked on the edge of the pier, and it was neatly arranged. The rickshaw driver was all on the side of the car, not shouting or pulling, just waiting for the guest with a humble smile.

There were also a number of vendors selling cigarettes, candy, lighters, and other gadgets, casually walking around the dock and shouting loudly.

Rickshaws weren't scurrying around, vendors weren't soliciting, just because there were several Indians patrolling the street.

When you go ashore, there is a street, and there are many people on the street, including tourists who go out by boat, family members who see off their loved ones, and dock workers who sit on the side of the street with a ball of rope and wait to work......

The only feeling for the party is chaos is chaos.

Most of the buildings across the street are two to three storeys, sparsely built, all of them are shops, selling everything.

Through the gap between the buildings, you can see that there is very little vegetation on the hill behind, and most of it is bare.

If you look to the left and right, you will see either low bungalows or dilapidated fishing boats.

This is the Pearl of the Orient in the future?

Fang Buwei had no way to connect the scene in front of him with the brightly lit port city in the future, known as the world's third largest financial capital.

After crossing Kowloon Bay by small passenger ferry and taking a rickshaw, after arriving in Central, Fang Buwei finally saw some of the city's weather.

Most of the pedestrians on the street are well-dressed, and the buildings on both sides of the street are neatly repaired, most of them are Western-style.

But as long as there is an empty place, it is not a door number, it is a poster.

In particular, there is a colorful paper on the wall, so that Fang Buwei's intensive disease is going to be committed.

Because the Governor's Mansion is located in Central, this is the most prosperous place in the port city. It is also the place where the rich are most concentrated.

Xiao Zaiming originally planned to buy an industry in this area and settle his family.

After getting out of the rickshaw, Fang Buwei took Ye Xingzhong around, found a larger hotel, and settled the guards first.

Seeing that all the guards had gone upstairs, Fang Buwei carried his suitcase containing his clothes and walked forward again. Then I saw another smaller inn and went in and opened a room.

When he came out of the room, his whole body had changed a lot, as if he was twenty years old out of thin air.

After going around the street several times and making sure that no one was following him, Fang Buwei found a public phone and pulled it out according to the number Xiao Zaiming left for him.

The father's identity is too much to do, once it is exposed, it will bring disaster to the whole family, and no one dares to believe it, including Ye Xingzhong, but also Ma Chunfeng.

No one dared to guarantee that Ma Chunfeng would not have the whim to plant eyeliner among the ten guards picked out by Ye Xingzhong to monitor himself.

"I'm Mr. Li from Nanyang, and I made an appointment on the day of the 9th......"

It's only the eighth today, and it's a code.

It was not Xiao Zaiming who answered the phone, it was a woman's voice, he told Fang Buwei to go to the door of a foreign store on Central Ring Road, and the specific address was written on the wall.

Fang Buwei followed the route said by the woman on the phone, found the foreign store, looked at the wall on the side of the door, and sure enough, he saw a cigarette advertisement.

On closer inspection, the woman in the painting opens her lips and reveals a few Arabic numerals written on her teeth.

This should be the house number.

After writing it down, Fang Buwei picked it with his nails, and the woman's entire mouth became a black hole.

This is all because Fang Buwei reminded Xiao Zaiming in the telegram, and Xiao Zaiming came up with precautionary measures.

It took half an hour, and even took the time to change his appearance in the middle, threw away the robe that was put on the outside, and found the address according to the house number.

It's a small three-story western-style building, I don't know if Xiao Zaiming rented it or he bought it directly.

In fact, it is not far away, and the straight-line distance from the place where the poster is posted is no more than 500 meters.

patted the door knocker, and a head was exposed in the window on the second floor, wasn't it Uncle Xiao Zai and who else?

"Looking for whom?" Xiao Zaihe asked in an unkind tone with his messy chicken nest-like hair.

He has been cleaned up by Xiao Zaiming in the past few days, and he is on fire in his nest, which is not pleasing to anyone.

Fang Buwei took off his glasses, rubbed the corners of his eyes, smoothed out the eyebrows that had been pulled down, and then took off the short beard on his mouth, and finally lifted the corners of his clothes and rubbed them on his face......

"Book that Niang is better than ......"

Xiao Zaihe exclaimed and retracted his head violently.

The door "banged", and Xiao Zaihe pulled it open, and when he saw Fang Buwei at the door, he glared and scolded: "You little bastard, like a ghost, why did you suddenly come out......"

Before he finished scolding, a shoe flew to his head, Xiao Zaihe opened his eyes angrily, turned his head and was about to scold, and when he saw that it was Xiao Zaiming, he suddenly fell down like a ball that had been pierced with a knife.

"He's a bastard, what are you and me?" Xiao Zaiming scolded angrily, "Still have the face to say? If it weren't for you, why bother? ”

It turned out that Fang didn't call for the eldest brother!

Xiao Zaihe knew that he was at a loss, and glanced at Xiao Zaihe, who was standing on the second floor, and didn't dare to say a word of rebuttal.

Who made him talk fast for a while, and said that Fang Bu had lost his memory due to injury.

Fang Buwei pushed Xiao Zaiming in, and at the same time quickly glanced out, didn't see anything unusual, and quickly closed the door.

"Sneaky, who are you guarding against?" Xiao Zaiming glanced out through the crack in the door.

The current secret service is not well-known, and Ma Chunfeng's sense of secrecy is high, so ordinary people have never heard of this department.

Until now, except for Chen Xinran and Xiao Zaiming, no one knows what kind of thing Fang Buwei is doing, only that he is a soldier in Nanjing under Xiao Zaiming's arrangement.

So whether it was Xiao Zaihe or Fang Buwei's mother, they all thought that after arriving in Hong Kong, they didn't know them, so they became bolder.

"Come up and talk about it!" Xiao Zaiming said.

Fang Buwei nodded.