Yu Lin asked someone to put on Mo Feifan's clothes and helped him onto his own horse. In addition, he secretly told his subordinates to go to Mojia Village tomorrow to see if there was a tragedy there.
Yu Lin, who has been living in the world for many years, certainly knows the importance of knowing the root of people.
After cleaning the battlefield, Mo Feifan was taken to Liujia Town fifty miles away.
When we arrived at Liujia Town, the moon had risen high. Fortunately, it had already left the mountains, otherwise it would be very dangerous to walk in the mountains at night.
Perhaps he was too tired, or perhaps his heart, which had been tense, was relaxed, and Mo Feifan actually lay on the horse's back and fell asleep.
Yu Lin did not wake him up, but took him into the Baidao Club's main hall, found a soft place for bedding, and put him down.
The little Mo Feifan's forehead was sweating, his brows were frowning, and he didn't know what he was mumbling. It seemed that he must have a nightmare.
Looking at the poor Mo Feifan, Yu Lin curled his lips, as if he had seen his former shadow. He also died of both his parents and wandered until he was thirteen, or begged until he was thirteen. If the boss of the White Knife Gang had not taken him in, he might have starved to death by the street and buried in the belly of a wild dog.
When he closed the door, he seemed to remember something and called a subordinate outside the door: "Come here."
"What are the instructions of the second in command?" the subordinate bowed and politely said.
Yu Lin held his shoulder and said, "Tell me to my brothers that the matter of this child must be kept secret. If someone asks, he will say he is an orphan. If we see him pitiful, we will bring him back."
Although the subordinate did not understand the reason why the second in command said this, his orders still had to be executed unconditionally. Without a word, he agreed with a clang.
In fact, the reason for Yu Lin doing this is very simple. If it is really as this child said, five people killed hundreds of people in the village. Then those five people must be the opponents they cannot afford to offend. Taking in this child is tantamount to burning the body. Thinking of his miserable childhood, Yu Lin couldn't bear to see this little boy follow his old path again, which is why he did not refuse Yu Chali.
In addition, he is also selfish. This child is invulnerable to the upper body. If he trains, he will definitely become a famous general. In this way, he will have a powerful helper around him...
The next day, the sun was already high, and the meal had passed long ago. Mo Feifan rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed.
When he opened the door of the room, he saw a big knife that was as thick as his body, which caught his eye.
This is a big knife with a particularly strong sense of thickness. The sheath is pitch black and shiny, and the hilt is narrow and long. Although the knife has not been unsheathed, the natural momentum is like a stone blocking Mo Feifan's throat, making him dare not let out.
Mo Feifan was staring blankly. At this time, a girl with a plate came over. The girl was not very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, with her hair tied into a ponytail.
Although there is a lot of dust on her body and face, it can be seen from her flickering big eyes and her handsome face that this girl is a beautiful woman.
Mo Feifan turned his face, and the dimples on his face were exposed with a shallow point: "Where is this? Why am I here?"
The girl stopped and replied with interest: "This is the main hall of the 'Baidao Gang'. You were brought back by Yu Erzhun. Hello, I want to ask you, what is your name and where did you come from? How could you be brought back by the 2nd master..." Perhaps they are all children, and the girl is very interested in Mo Feifan.
Mo Feifan shook his swollen head and muttered: "White Knife Gang?" The big man with thick lips should be the leader of Yu Er in her mouth.
"What did you say?" the little girl leaned over and thought he was answering something.
"My name is Mo Feifan, I come from Mojia Village." Mo Feifan answered simply.
With his chin on his back, the little girl made a meditative look: "Mo Feifan? Mojia Village? I...I...I haven't heard of it..."
"By the way, Yu Erzhuan asked you to go downstairs to have dinner after waking up. The food has been prepared for you, and it is in the kitchen downstairs." The little girl seemed to suddenly remember something: "If I don't talk to you, I have to wash dishes and bowls when I have time."
After saying that, he ran away with his ponytail shaking.
Shaking his head without thinking too much, Mo Feifan walked down the stairs step by step along the handrail.
Only when he really faced the big knife could he see clearly some details on the big knife. The knife was embedded in a square stone in the center of the first floor hall. He couldn't tell how long it was. It was just that evil charm that made the first meeting feel particularly shocked.
Somehow, Mo Feifan stretched out his hand uncontrollably and wanted to touch it. Just as his hand was about to touch the blade, a white shadow shook over: "You are Mo Feifan, Yu Er's head of the family asked you to come with me."
"Oh, I'll go now."
He didn't care about what to eat, so Mo Feifan followed the white clothes and walked out.
After leaving this wooden house, Mo Feifan was taken to the gate of a casino called "Qianren". Mo Feifan didn't know what a casino was, but just knew the word "Qian" on the sign.
"Uncle, what is this place?" Mo Feifan stopped in front of the door, looked up at the word "Qianren" and was stunned for a moment.
Bai Cloth paused, pointed to the two words on the sign and said, "This is Qianren Casino, an industry of our Baidao Gang. Every child belongs to every family, and you don't understand it even if you say it."
Mo Feifan said oh, but did not continue to ask. At the moment, what he was most concerned about was whether Yu Erzhe would take him in and teach him how to practice martial arts.
After saying that, the white clothes took a big step again. He walked very quickly, and the little Mo Feifan could only follow him with trotting.
Walking into the "Qianren" casino, Mo Feifan's ears were filled with shouting and betting. He looked away, and there were excited faces and scenes of spending a hundred dollars.
There are about ten tables in the casino, nine tables, dices, five grids... There are all kinds of tables that can be called here. They are really all-encompassing and comprehensive. Looking at them, I saw that the casino was surrounded by people from east to west. I heard that there were big and small tables on the other side, and there were shouting and shouting here, and it was noisy and noisy, and it was very lively.
On the largest table in the field, dice was thrown. The table was divided into two sides, with large and small writings written on one side. There was a big sea bowl in the middle, and three dice were circling around the table. The table was filled with copper plates and broken silver. More than a dozen people sat around, and twenty or thirty eyes were all staring at the three dice in the big sea bowl.
When the dice stops, there are also people sighing, there are also people who are happy, and there are also people who curse. The dealer should eat what he should eat and what he should pay for, and he is very busy.
Under the guidance of white clothes, Mo Feifan passed the crowded crowd and came to the backyard of the casino. After briefing for a while, Mo Feifan came to a small cottage in the yard.
This is a big house, more than one and a half meter high, more than three meter long, and more than two meter wide. There are more than a dozen ordinary garden stools, two ends of the chairs, and two hollow carved boss chairs. There are more than twenty people sitting in the room early, and they seem to be discussing something fiercely. Looking around, the mighty Yu Erzhun was among them.
"The master, Yu Er, the man has been brought here." The white clothes bowed to everyone.
As the white clothes spoke, dozens of pairs of eyes were swept towards Mo Feifan in one go.
"You go out." Yu Linchong waved his hand in the white clothes, and the white clothes instructed him, turned around and went out to close the door.
"Your name is Mo Feifan?" asked the man who was sitting on the same boss chair with Lin. This person looked really ugly, with an ugly face with wrinkled skin and scars, which made people unable to eat for three days after seeing it.
Mo Feifan was shocked when he saw this face. It took him a long time before he stammered and said: "Yes..."
The ugly man nodded and introduced himself: "I am the leader of the Baidao Gang and the leader of this gang. I have heard about you and sent someone to investigate it. It was indeed slaughtered there. I am just very surprised, how did you escape."
"I don't know, I had a long dream. When they woke up, they all died." Mo Feifan recalled the scene that day, sniffed and sobbed.
"Do you know who the other party is? Five people killed hundreds of people, how powerful is this? I can guarantee that there will never be such a powerful person in this radius of 100 miles. If there were any, our White Knife Gang would have ended long ago." The ugly man called Zhao Guang, and he stood up suddenly and scolded: "Look, you are lying, right? I think you are a spy from the Red-clothed Gang. The Mojia Village was looted by bandits, and it has nothing to do with you, right?"
Mo Feifan was shocked in an instant, and he said with a confused look on his face: "No, no...I'm not a spy."
"Brother." Yu Linteng sat up from the chair: "This child must not be a spy. I see that his heartbroken look is not pretending."
Before Lin finished speaking, Zhao Guang interrupted: "Spy are good at disguising, but don't be deceived by him."
"I also think Yu Er's head of the family is right. Gangmaster, this child doesn't seem to be lying."
"Yes, the leader of the second gang is right."
More than a dozen leaders of the White Dao Gang said that they were standing on Lin's side, which made Zhao Guang furious. In recent years, the people under his command have become less and less concerned about themselves. Even the people outside only know that the White Dao Gang has Yu Lin, not the leader of me. Don't you want to accept this child into the gang? I just disagree today.
Zhao Guangming clearly knew that Mo Feifan could not be a spy from the Red Clothing Gang, so for his prestige, he insisted on holding this shit on him and killing Yu Lin's aura.
Yu Lin looked at everyone and wanted to say something. But as soon as he was about to speak, Zhao Guang stopped him: "Okay, don't you say anything else? I'm still the leader of the White Knife Gang. I'm not dead yet. Just like that, drag this person out and deal with it according to the spy."
After hearing this, Mo Feifan on the side was stunned. He didn't expect that he had just escaped from the wolves and fell into the tiger's mouth again. What should I do?
Yu Lin was also anxious. He took a step forward and bowed: "Brother, this child is only in his teens. Even if he is a traitor, he is still blinded. At least he will not die of sin. Please think twice."
Zhao Guang stared at Yu Lin, and said in a very dissatisfied tone: "What? Do you still want to be the one who is right? If I hadn't been kind-hearted and saved your life, you could have been able to get to the position of the deputy leader of the White Knife Gang? Maybe, I would have been gnawed by a wild dog."
Zhao Guang, as usual, brought out the words "Gratitude is as heavy as a mountain" to suppress Yu Lin. Yu Lin lowered his head helplessly as before.
The more than 20 subordinates of the White Knife Gang in the audience clenched their fists and were angry when they saw this scene. If it weren't for Yu Er's head of the house, the White Knife Gang would have ended long ago. Zhao Guang would have been killed by his enemies, and he would have been his turn here to show off his power.
All the brothers have begged Yu Lin to replace him countless times, but they were rejected by the latter. It is a villain's behavior that he is a real man, and he is a man of Yu Lin, and he will never do such a thing as being stabbed by others. Perhaps because he knew the reason for his love, Zhao Guang was not worried at all, but was happy to enjoy the glory and wealth he had.
He is not seen when fighting for territory in wars and territories. He likes to point out some things that he shouldn't have been in charge of, but he likes to point out some tricks.
The White Dao Gang was basically lost in confidence in this boss and regarded Yu Lin as their real elder brother.
After some debate, Zhao Guang vaguely gained the upper hand. He declared Mo Feifan's death penalty arrogantly, as if only in this way could his gang leader be exerted.
A person with a clear mind can see it clearly. Mo Feifan, who is sad in every move, cannot be the so-called spy. Zhao Guang is so cruel that he regained his prestige and preserved his so-called face at the expense of an innocent child. Such a person is really worse than a beast.
Although Mo Feifan was young, he could also hear the final discussion. His nose was sore and he couldn't help but cry: "No, no, don't kill me...wuwu...wuwu..."
Xiao Mo Feifan was indeed crying sadly. Even the desperate people who were murdering people were moved by it, let alone those kind-hearted and kind-hearted old men.
"Gangmaster, I am willing to take the position of the second chief to guarantee this child, and ask the eldest chief to expel him to help, so as not to hurt his life." Yu Lin called out.
"Hmph, Yu Lin, are you planning to argue with me today for the sake of the enemy, right?" Although Zhao Guang had no ability, his bad temper was still as good as ever for decades. He could not tolerate his subordinates, and now he was riding on his neck to shit and piss.
I don’t know what kind of nerves were, and without any warning, he slapped the table: “I originally wanted to let him go, but now it seems that he must die. Come on, drag it out and kill it.”
"Clang" the door was opened, and the two big men walked out of the door, and without saying a word, they were about to pull Mo Feifan out.
After all, Zhao Guang is the leader of the White Knife Gang, so some people will listen to him.
Seeing that the two of them insisted on pulling themselves away, Mo Feifan of course stopped doing it. He struggled while begging everyone to cry: "Don't kill me, wuwu, I don't want to die... I also want to avenge my father and mother..."
At a young age, one by one, crying makes people feel heartbroken. Many bloodthirsty people can't help but feel sad after hearing this.
At this moment, a stumbled little brother suddenly rushed in. His body was covered with blood, and his white clothes were stained with blood.
"Enemy, the people from the Red Clothing Gang are all here." The younger brother said loudly, carrying the blood-stained blade.
"What? The enemy is coming, hurry up, block it... The second brother, you are the vanguard, I will be the leader, I will defeat them..." Zhao Guang, who was frightened and panicked, rushed to Zhao Guang while taking several guards to the side door. He just called Yu Lin's name, but now he has become the "second brother", and he is really a two-faced and three-killing character. 2.
Everyone knew this elder brother's timidity long ago, and they didn't say much.
Everyone looked at Yu Lin with expectations, waiting for him to convey the order.
Yu Lin said "Yes" a lot accustomedly, and then watched him leave.
When Zhao Guang escaped, the room was filled with a lot of requests for battle.
Yu Lin pulled out a curve in the corner of his mouth and smiled sinisterly: "It seems that the corpses of the Red Clothing Gang have arrived at home, and the enemy can no longer hold back. Now, we will start to fight according to the plan. Nanshu... You go to the front door, Wanglaoji, you encircle the right wing; Jiaduobao, you attack the right wing..."
The shouts were all the sure-win voices. After the order was conveyed, all the people scattered and prepared to fight.