"Team Zheng is really worrying about my life. But thanks to him, if I were on another team, I would have been bullied to death in the past six months." Li Qingxian said with emotion.
"Yeah, I often feel lucky to meet Captain Zheng. On weekdays, I don't do my job and often look through old files, but he never cares." Han Anbo said.
Li Qingxian hesitated for a moment and said: "I have the badge of the Prison Division. If there are any files that I can't see, just tell me."
"Okay, your words are enough." Han Anbo has short eyebrows and small eyes. When they smile, they squeeze together and become more friendly.
Li Qingxian smiled and did not ask why he liked to read old files.
The two people talked and patrolled the streets.
Li Qingxian discovered that Zheng Hui and Han Anbo had completely different approaches.
Zheng Hui is just fine, hello, hello, hello, everyone.
Han Anbo is silent on the surface and doesn't care about many things. But if he finds a problem, he must investigate it and find out.
By following Zheng Hui, you can learn more about the ways of the world, and by following Han Anbo, you can learn more about specific matters.
Near noon, the two of them walked towards Wanping Street.
It was the same today, Li Qingxian's feet were so tired that they were numb.
Han Anbo's steps were much slower than in the morning.
Li Qingxian lamented that this team deputy was really attentive.
As we walked, a sharp whistle came from the distance.
The two people stopped immediately, looked at each other, and listened intently to determine the signal and direction.
Asking for support.
It was interrupted on the second pass.
Han Anbo held the knife in his left hand and ran forward on the loess road. Li Qingxian hurriedly followed.
Dust rose up behind the two of them, unable to fall.
"In the direction of Wanping Street, I hope it's not Brother Zheng and Yu Yu." Han Anbo frowned. At the same time, he picked up the whistle with his right hand and made the same whistle for help.
Li Qingxian said nothing and gritted his teeth to follow.
Han Anbo looked back and said: "You have just recovered from a serious illness and you can't run. Slow down and wait for reinforcements to arrive."
"I can do it." Li Qingxian ran steadily without slowing down or speeding up.
"good!"
The two people walked one behind the other, slowly pulling away from each other, but Li Qingxian could always see Han Anbo's back.
"Huh...huh..."
After only running for a while, Li Qingxian felt that scalding hot water was pouring on him from his nose to his lungs, which was very hot.
"No, you can rest!" Han Anbo from the front shouted.
Captain Zheng Hui's hearty smile flashed in Li Qingxian's mind.
"I can do it!" Li Qingxian gritted his teeth and continued running.
After a while, Han Anbo arrived in front of Wanping Street, waved to Li Qingxian, and rushed in.
Li Qingxian accelerated and rushed over.
When he arrived at the entrance of the street, Li Qingxian was out of breath, his face was red, and sweat was flowing down his forehead.
Li Qingxian couldn't run anymore and quickly walked into Wanping Street.
The road ahead is paved with flat bluestones, and there are many businesses on both sides, with lanterns floating in the background.
In front of the door of Fengxiang Silk Shop, a large crowd of people crowded around, and people from all over stretched their necks to rush there.
Li Qingxian remembered Zheng Hui saying that people from the Demon Sect had taken over this store.
Outside the crowd, a young man wearing a seventh-grade military attaché uniform was riding on a maroon horse. The edges of the green-bottomed official uniform were tangled with chain patterns. He took out a few banknotes in his right hand, rolled them into a ball, and threw them into the crowd like waste paper.
He smiled and said: "This is my crime silver. I have dared to interfere with the demon sect's affairs since I was tenth grade, and I don't know whether to live or die!"
"Drive!" The man said and rode away, leaving Li Qingxian with a gradually blurred back.
Li Qingxian sighed. The crime-denial silver was a masterpiece of Emperor Taining. It was mainly aimed at high-ranking officials. Paying the money would relieve some of the culpability. The other party dropped the guilt-criminal silver, and it was an upright seventh-grade Demon Sect military attache.
From the tenth level, I'm afraid I can only knock out my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.
The seventh rank is the head of a county outside the capital, the Pojia County Magistrate.
Wait, from the tenth level, does it mean...
"Captain Zheng!" Han Anbo's voice rang out from the crowd.
Li Qingxian's heart skipped a beat and he rushed over and shouted loudly: "Night Guard is doing business, get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
The crowd parted to both sides. Yu Ping and Zheng Hui were lying on the ground. Han Anbo was squeezing Zheng Hui's nose, and there was a stranger lying next to them.
The bright red blood bloomed and solidified on the ground.
Zheng Hui closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless. His originally dark face was covered with a light white frost, and there was some blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
A ball of banknotes rolled down beside him.
Li Qingxian ran over and squatted next to Zheng Hui, asking: "Captain Han, how is Captain Zheng?"
Han Anbo said with a dark face: "When I rushed in, the two of them had fallen to the ground. But their breathing was still there, so it seemed that their lives were not in danger."
"What should we do if we bring back the night guards to save people?" Li Qingxian asked.
Han Anbo shook his head and said: "Don't move. The whistle for help has been sent out, and I have also heard responses from other places. There will definitely be high-quality night guards coming, and they will take action more safely."
"I'll go ask the doctor!" Li Qingxian said.
Han Anbo swept through the crowd, looked at the man in navy blue robes, and said, "Doctor Cheng, I'm sorry to bother you, if something goes wrong, our night guards will take care of it!"
Doctor Cheng sighed, glanced at the people at the door of Fengxiang, and said, "I'll get acupuncture and I'll be right back."
Li Qingxian stood up, looked around at the dark crowd, clasped his hands into fists, and said, "Dear friends from Wanping Street, who knows what happened? Please tell me, and Night Guard will be very grateful."
The people present glanced at Li Qingxian sympathetically, and then invariably looked at the shopkeeper and two guards in black at the entrance of Fengxiang Silk Shop, and remained silent.
"Do you know the cause and effect?" Li Qingxian held the handle of the knife with his right hand, making a drawing gesture, and looked at the three people at the door of the Fengxiang.
The shopkeeper was wearing a dark green robe with floral patterns and a black square hat on his head. He showed a kind smile and said: "Little brother, you misunderstood. This matter has little to do with us. Then Liu Minghao said that his father's relics were left in the shop.
Come to ask for it. But since our boss has taken over the Fengxiang, all the items on the Fengxiang belong to the boss. Captain Zheng asked us to take out the relics without asking any questions. As a result, the boss’s friends couldn’t stand it and hurt him.
We are just good citizens who help our boss run the business. How dare we take action against Ye Wei? I hope little brother Ye Wei will learn from it."
Li Qingxian continued to ask, and Han Anbo said: "Go and see Yu Ping, I'm keeping an eye on the captain. The captain is fine at the moment, so don't cause trouble yet." He winked.
Li Qingxian nodded, silently walked towards Yu Ping, squatted down and checked.
Yu Ping's breathing was steady, but the clothes on his abdomen were torn. It looked like he was knocked unconscious by someone's palm, and there was no blood at the corner of his mouth.
Li Qingxian carefully observed the broken parts of Yu Ping's clothes. He had an ominous premonition in his heart and suddenly looked at Zheng Hui.
The clothes on Zheng Hui's abdomen were also torn apart by the true energy.
The shiny cowhide belt was broken, and the horse head iron in the middle of the leather belt was shattered and scattered everywhere.
"Team Han, their Dantian..." Li Qingxian asked tentatively.
Han Anbo's eyes turned red, he lowered his head and said nothing.
Li Qingxian was stunned, a look of anger flashed across his face.
Three inches below the navel of the abdomen is the Lower Dantian, where the true essence of martial arts is located.
Destroying two people's Dantian means ruining their future.
Li Qingxian took a deep breath and said slowly: "It's okay. When Captain Zheng wakes up, nourishes his Dantian, and is promoted to the ninth rank, I will treat him to a drink of Huahai Brewing even if I sell iron."
Han Anbo said nothing.
"Yu Ping has a lot of flesh, so he will definitely be able to protect his Dantian." Li Qingxian whispered.
Han Anbo lowered his head.
The aroma of wine from Huahailou floats on Wanping Street.