Wang Zhenwei gritted his teeth, and tears came from his eyes: "You are traitors, and you actually colluded with a flower picker, and almost killed the fourth sister of the Yang family. What a damn...

Don't worry, I will take good care of your sister and your family."

After saying that, he picked up the gun on the ground.

Wow...

The bullet shot in from Qian Xingfa's forehead and penetrated from the back of his head.

Qian Xingfa, who was struggling to get up halfway, had a hint of relief flashed in his eyes and died on his own.

Seeing Qian Xingfa lying in a pool of blood, Yang Lin couldn't find a chance for an attack for a while.

He looked at Wang Zhenwei deeply. Before he could speak, he saw the Lord Wang full of righteous indignation, "It's my fault. I don't control myself strictly, so I almost made a big mistake...

This time, since you know the residence of the plum blossom thief, you must not let him escape. Yang Sanshao, the soldier is very fast, I will go with you to catch the flower picking thief..."

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes and was silent for a while before saying, "It's good if Lord Wang has this intention. Call a few people, don't make a big fuss and startle the snake."

“That’s natural.”

Wang Zhenwei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Without hesitation, he left the office, shouted a few times, and called two strong patrolmen.

He ordered: "Go with me immediately and don't ask more questions."

He only asked two people to accompany him, to prove his innocence.

He was afraid of causing Yang Lin's misunderstanding, and he didn't dare to do any extra moves.

Because, Yang Lin has been standing quietly behind him.

No words were spoken.

With the reaction and strength of the Mingjin master, he suspected that no matter what he did, he would be seeking death when the other party was so close.

...

Under the north wall.

Zhang He, who had climbed over the wall, endured the pain from the broken arm, tore open the inner shirt with his teeth and left hand, and tied the wound tightly. Finally, the blood stopped flowing.

At this time, his body was already shaking, and Venus appeared in front of him, but he knew that he could not relax...

Look at a bamboo pole in the corner of the wall, and a long gray-white robe was dry.

So, I took it over and wore it on my body, covering the blood on my body.

After panting for a while under a big tree, Zhang He finally calmed down his boiling blood and his face gradually became better.

He walked slowly along the banks of the Donghe River. After a while, he crossed Doufu Bridge and walked another two hundred meters before turning into an alley.

When he got here, he let out a long breath and a smile appeared on his face.

"Xiao He'er, I'm back so early today. Don't you hurry up to work?"

"The boss is in a good mood today. I have a happy event at home, so I have paid some money. I am going home to have a good meal and have a good sleep." Zhang He waved his left hand and replied happily.

"Brother Zhang, seeing that you are tired for days and have a bad look, my mother asked you to come to your house for dinner. The hen at home is already very fat and just put it in the pot."

Xiao Cui from the tailor shop shouted crisply with a red face, stretching her head and raising her crisply.

"No, thank Aunt Xiao for me. I will go to the market to buy an elbow and invite you to eat... Your old hen is laying eggs, and it's a pity to kill it."

Zhang He shook his head and softly rejected Xiao Cui's kindness.

I didn't notice the loss on the girl's face.

As he greeted him all the way, Zhang He kept smiling gently, and soon walked to a low wooden house and pushed the door open and went in.

"Master, I'm back."

"Are you injured?"

An old man with a haggard face and gray hair on the bed suddenly sat up.

His eyes were staring at the broken part of Zhang He's right arm, and his expression gradually became sad.

Because he got up too suddenly, his breath was not smooth. He curled his head and coughed heartbrokenly for a long time before he said heartbrokenly: "I shouldn't have taught you plum blossom boxing. If you learn boxing, you can't help but know how to use it. You may encounter a master..."

"Master, it's not your fault. If I hadn't learned boxing, I'm still a poor boy who competes for food with mice in the gutter. No one can take a look at it."

A hatred flashed in Zhang He's eyes, as if he remembered the past that he didn't want to look back.

"Oh, you still can't forget that thing. It's a tragedy if you are not a good match. This is the case with your mother, so do you. Think about it openly... People can't always live in memory."

Thinking of the gentle woman from the Jiangnan water town, the old man sighed again.

He still remembers that the woman was very good at painting and was especially good at painting plum blossoms.

He was as stubborn as plum blossoms, and finally made himself feel embarrassed.

He said he was trying to persuade people to think more easily, but the old man couldn't think too much. While he persuaded people, he also remembered his sad things.

That year, my martial arts school had just become famous, and all the children of rich families wanted to enter the school. Every day, money rolled in like water.

However, when the man stepped into the martial arts hall, everything changed.

"Misuzhiquan, a good misjudging box, and a good Tianjin number one."

The lungs thrust, and he couldn't help but coughed wildly, and blood was coughing up at the corners of his mouth.

“It’s time to take medicine.”

Zhang He seemed to have become accustomed to the old man's cough. As if he hadn't heard it, he picked up the medicine juice just boiled on the stove, poured it into a bowl, and brought it to the edge of the bed.

This medicine is very expensive.

I have made a lot of money over the years, and in addition to some necessary expenses, I have basically spent it here.

On the same day, the man came to the door and was the entry-level disciple of the Jingwu Association again, so he agreed with the flow.

If you have money to earn, you can still give your master a sigh of anger, why not do it?

As for whether Yang Simei is innocent, he doesn't care.

All the rich daughters in the world deserve to die, and he just hates not killing enough.

...

After drinking the medicine, the old man breathed a little smoother, his turbid gaze became very cold, and he shone with a slightly cold light: "Who did it?"

"I am a kid who uses iron fists. I didn't notice it for a moment, but he slammed his right arm with a python and could only break his arm to survive."

Speaking of that battle, Zhang He was still in fear.

He clearly had the upper hand and attacked fiercely.

As a result, it was turned over in an instant.

When he recalled it, he still didn't understand.

If he did it again, he still wouldn't be confident that he could defeat that terrible opponent.

Tolerant enough, ruthless enough.

I would rather use my body as bait and even hit my own fist to counterattack.

All the left and right blocks before were actually to set up a killing game.

At a young age, he just had such scheming and martial arts...

"In the area of ​​Hangzhou, Wu Zhongda was the only one who made the name of iron wire boxing. He was born in the Shunyuan Escort Agency and walked in the northern desert. He was also known for his reputation during the storm.

However, although this person's boxing skills are good, he is not a direct descendant of the Hong family and has not learned the true meaning of Iron Fist.

In addition, this person is dull and has no understanding. Even if he practices until he is old and dies, he will not be able to develop the combination of hardness and softness."

The old man was full of doubts and said to himself.

"It's not him."

Zhang He showed a hint of shame on his face, "It should be his apprentice, the third young master of the Yang family, and Yang Lin."

"You mean, Yang Shoucheng's famous third son of the waste."

The old man's eyes were all incredible.
Chapter completed!