The sound of gunfire disturbed Dafangzhai, and some people immediately came out to check the situation. Because such vicious bloodshed rarely occurs in Dafangzhai. After all, everyone has to make a living on this road. If it becomes so dangerous,
How can we ensure the safety of those who come to trade?
After a while, a group of big men came quickly. Although there are no police here, there are joint defense teams organized by the village itself. Of course, these joint defense teams were jointly established by some drug lords to serve the drug lords.
People deep in the hinterland will never understand the level of chaos here, and they will never understand why such a place exists in a society ruled by law. But it does not mean that it does not exist. Dafangzhai has its own way of survival, with some cover and some cover.
An independent kingdom of darkness.
Yan Fenghuo grabbed Xiang Yu's hair and punched him in the face. The blow made Xiang Yu's tears and nosebleeds flow down, and his whole face was twisted into a ball.
"Give me an explanation." Yan Fenghuo mentioned Xiang Yu and said fiercely.
Xiang Yu, who was beaten violently, struggled to open his eyes, opened his mouth and said: "Yan Fenghuo, I will give you an explanation, but please believe me, I have no intention of killing you."
Yan Fenghuo said disdainfully: "Can you kill me, you idiot?"
Yan Fenghuo didn't believe that Xiang Yu wanted to kill him. How could a person's character be seen from so many subtleties? A person like Xiang Yu was definitely a real man. If he wanted to kill someone, he would never use this method.
He is not a dirty trick, but he kills openly and honestly, which is in line with his character.
"Not necessarily." Xiang Yu smiled and said: "But now we are not discussing whether I can kill you, but we are going to catch up with Mo Laosan. I have something to ask him."
"You idiot!" Yan Fenghuo cursed again, leaving Xiang Yu still on the ground.
He was angry, but Mo Laosan was missing. Xiang Yu wanted to ask Mo Laosan for questioning, and Yan Fenghuo wanted to get what Mo Laosan had. Although in his opinion, justice is only a matter between the police and the judge.
But he is still a glorious soldier of the People's Liberation Army, and he still has to do a lot of work.
"Who are you?"
A group of big men rushed over and surrounded Yan Fenghuo and Xiang Yu, questioning them eagerly. But when these people saw the scene like a pool of blood in Hong Lin's shop, they couldn't help but feel a chill.
"Get out!" Yan Fenghuo raised the shotgun in his hand, took out a pack of cigarettes from the coat pocket of the strong man in front of him, stuffed his mouth with the muzzle of the gun and said, "I'm in a bad mood right now. You'd better have some."
Get as far away from me as you can, do you understand?"
After saying that, Yan Fenghuo raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
There was a "boom" and the fire shot into the sky.
The faces of the big men changed. They knew that they had met a real desperado tonight. The broken limbs in the room alone were beyond the reach of ordinary people. Who is this guy? How come I have never heard of such a person?
?
"Everyone, please step back." An old voice sounded.
After hearing these words, the strong man immediately stepped back, took the initiative to make way, and said respectfully: "Mr. Jin!"
The man known as Mr. Jin is an old man with a rich face. Although his hair and beard are gray, he is very energetic. He plays with two iron galls in his right hand and holds a hookah in his left hand. He is wearing a double-breasted practice suit from the Republic of China period.
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His eyes are not cloudy like those of ordinary old people. Instead, they are stern and extremely bright. He seems to be able to see through your heart just by looking at you.
This is the real head of Dafangzhai, and drug lords like Mr. Jin and Hong Lin can only be respectful in front of him.
"Little strong man." Mr. Jin slightly cupped his hands at Yan Fenghuo, full of a martial arts demeanor that had disappeared for who knows how many years.
"You don't want to be a strong man, what advice do you have, sir?" Yan Fenghuo took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, but after lighting it several times, he couldn't light it.
When he took it out, the cigarette was soaked with blood on his hands, turning red and white in patches, and filled with the smell of blood.
"Smoke this one from me." Mr. Jin smiled and handed the hookah in his left hand to Yan Fenghuo.
"Hisha? It's not strong enough, but you can smoke it." Yan Fenghuo took the hookah without any scruples, leaned forward and took two puffs, exhaling a deep puff of smoke.
Xiang Yu next to him had a look of doubt in his eyes. He glanced at the hookah and then at Mr. Jin, but finally said nothing.
"This should be the young patriarch of Laolong Village, right? It's a pleasure to meet you, haha." Mr. Jin cupped his hands at Xiang Yugong and said, "I have long heard that the young patriarch of Laolong Village is a hero, and it turned out to be true when I saw him today, haha.
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Xiang Yu didn't speak, and nodded slightly respectfully.
Yan Fenghuo here was smoking a hookah greedily, seeming to be intoxicated by the smoke. Those who knew naturally knew that he was smoking hookah, and those who didn't knew thought he was taking drugs. Just now, Xiang Yu wanted to remind Yan Fenghuo, but when he saw Jin
The old man immediately thought of a legendary figure in Dafangzhai and said nothing more.
Mr. Jin had a smile on his face, waiting for Yan Fenghuo to get enough of it. There was no trace of impatience in his scorching eyes, nor was he angry because a junior was so rude in front of him. The Iron Pill in his right hand still followed
Playing with the original rhythm, there is an indifference all over the body that cannot be achieved by cultivating one's self-cultivation in one's youth.
"Not bad, can you give it to me?" Yan Fenghuo opened his mouth and asked for the hookah.
"Haha, if the young man likes it, he can take it." Mr. Jin was very happy.
"Thank you." Yan Fenghuo smiled and hung the hookah on his waist without any embarrassment.
The strong men beside him and the two middle-aged men who followed Mr. Jin were all moved when they saw Yan Fenghuo's actions. When they were about to speak out, Mr. Jin waved his hand to stop him.
"Little strong man, is Hong Lin dead?" Mr. Jin asked.
"Yes, he is dead." Yan Fenghuo nodded, and then he began to carefully look at Mr. Jin standing in front of him with his eyes.
This was what he did as a last resort, including greedily smoking hookah and asking for the hookah bag, all to adjust himself so that he could face the old man head-on.
Others don't know it, but Yan Fenghuo knows the pressure this old man brings to him. Although he is no longer young, his seemingly calm eyes are extremely sharp and can actually make him feel unspeakable uneasiness.
"Alas, dust will return to dust. It's just a pity for Hong Lin." Mr. Jin shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his face.
At this moment, Mr. Jin's originally straight waist turned out to be a little bent, and even felt like a hunchback.
"It's nothing to regret," Yan Fenghuo said with a grin, "At least he can fulfill his last wish before he dies."
Mr. Jin sighed softly and said: "This kid is good at everything, but he is too emotional, so he ends up in this situation. Thank you, little warrior."
"Thank me for what?" Yan Fenghuo was stunned for a moment.
"Thank you for helping him fulfill his last wish." Mr. Jin stopped playing with the Iron Pill with his right hand and said, "If you have any difficulties in Dafang Village, tell me. I am confident that I still have some ability."
"Where did Mo Laosan go?" Xiang Yu, who had been silent for a long time, asked in a deep voice.
Mr. Jin shook his head and paused his right leg slightly as if he felt uncomfortable. "I can't comment on that. Dafang Village has the rules of Dafang Village. Okay, it's late at night, and I can't bear the weight of my age.
It's time to sleep."
After Mr. Jin finished speaking, he slowly turned around and walked slowly towards the way he came from, accompanied by two middle-aged men. The strong men looked at Yan Fenghuo in surprise and walked away.
The streets fell into desertion after Mr. Jin left, and even those who showed their heads to watch the excitement disappeared without a trace. The matter of murder and violence here was revealed so easily, in an absolutely unexpected way.
Revealed.
"Who is this Mr. Jin?" Yan Fenghuo asked, stroking the hookah on his waist.
"Awesome man," Xiang Yu wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, covered his chest and took a few breaths and said, "Do you know how old he is?"
"seventy?"
Xiang Yu shook his head.
"eighty?"
Xiang Yu still shook his head.
"You must be over a hundred years old, right?" Yan Fenghuo said jokingly.
He observed that Mr. Jin was about sixty years old. He was very calm and must have practiced martial arts. Generally, martial arts practitioners tend to be younger than their peers when they reach old age, so they are almost seventy or eighty years old.
"One hundred and seven years old." Xiang Yu's eyes showed a burning light, staring at the street where Mr. Jin left and said: "He is a bandit. He joined the Youth Gang at the age of sixteen and became a double red flower stick. Later he joined the Kuomintang army and fought.
A Japanese soldier who followed the Burmese Expeditionary Force. Fortunately, he returned alive and continued to engage in banditry. He captured fifteen villages in a row and became the most popular figure at that time. Whether he was walking on the tea horse road or the official road, as long as he mentioned Mr. Jin, he was guaranteed to be fine.
Later, the government hanged the gangsters, but Mr. Jin washed his hands early and escaped the disaster; during the land reform, he scattered all his belongings to keep his family safe. From then on, he lived in seclusion and did not care about worldly affairs, but his name was unknown to everyone.
I don’t know, Dafang Village can’t be in chaos as long as Mr. Jin is in charge.”
Hearing what Xiang Yu said, Yan Fenghuo couldn't help but respect this old man Jin. He finally understood why this old man Jin's eyes put so much pressure on him. He was clearly a legendary figure, and a man with great wisdom.
a legendary person.
"Yan Fenghuo, I have to say that you are lucky, otherwise I don't know what would have happened."
"He is the biggest drug lord in Dafang Village?"
"No," Xiang Yu shook his head vigorously and said, "Mr. Jin does not sell drugs, and there is no need for him to sell drugs. Do you know how much of his family wealth was dissipated during the land reform?"
"How much?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
"Two thousand kilograms of gold, tens of thousands of kilograms, jewelry, antiques, countless calligraphy and paintings, and even the golden sword of Pingxi King Wu Sangui. He can even scatter these things in one night, so how can he go to drug trafficking to make a small amount of money?"
This data made Yan Fenghuo take a breath and look at Mr. Jin with admiration again. You must know that this kind of far-sighted vision and magnanimity are definitely not possessed by ordinary people. This alone is enough to make anyone admire him.
"I just don't know why Mr. Jin showed up at this time. Even the people in Dafangzhai haven't seen him walking around for a long time." A hint of doubt flashed in Xiang Yu's eyes.
"It's very simple," Yan Fenghuo nodded and said, "He is telling us where Mo Laosan ran away."
"Where?" Xiang Yu turned his head and stared at Yan Fenghuo.
Yan Fenghuo didn't say anything. He paused slightly according to the posture and direction in which Mr. Jin stamped his feet just now.
Dafang Village has the rules of Dafang Village. Mr. Jin is from Dafang Village and it is impossible for him to break these rules. But he is old and his legs and feet are a little weak and he needs to take a break and stretch.