"My stuff is still on the big knife. I'll go get it. Sister Xing'er, please wait for me for a while."
Zhang Dagang let go of Yu Xing'er's hand, turned around and walked to the unconscious Da Dao, squatting down and preparing to pull out his silver needle from his body.
As long as Zhang Dagang reaches out and touches the sword, the power of the dragon in his body will become violently agitated.
The right hand that was originally about to pull out the silver needle from Da Dao's chest moved up uncontrollably, touched Da Dao's face, and finally stopped on his incomplete eye socket.
A strong suction force suddenly came, and Zhang Dagang's entire palm was pressed tightly against Da Dao's eye socket. Waves of hot breath hit him, and Zhang Dagang felt his whole body heating up.
He nervously wanted to take his hand away, but the overbearing force prevented him from moving.
The whole process lasted about ten minutes. Zhang Dagang, who was so hot that his face turned red, listened to the crackling of the bones in his body, and was suddenly pleasantly surprised.
He had already guessed what kind of treasure the sword was carrying: "I didn't expect that a little gangster would have a Skyfire Essence Stone on his body. This is really an unexpected surprise."
According to the "Theology of Traditional Chinese Medicine", the Heavenly Fire Essence Stone is a good treasure to help people practice the practice of cleansing muscles and bones.
For the first time, the power of the divine dragon refused to obey Zhang Dagang's command. It was not until all the muscles and bones in his body were washed away, the power of the divine dragon in the body surged, and finally a drop-like golden liquid condensed in the dantian, and finally stopped absorbing the sky fire.
The power of fine stone.
Zhang Dagang stood up, his strength suddenly changed, and his whole body looked stronger and taller.
"Dagang, the police will be here soon."
Yu Xing'er saw Zhang Dagang walking towards her and quickly grabbed his arm: "Let's leave quickly, I'm afraid those people will cause trouble in the fruit shop."
Zhang Dagang turned his head and glanced at Mrs. Yang, who was tied to a pillar and stunned with an electric shock baton, and strode away with Yu Xing'er.
Not long after he left, Liu Zhonghua led a group of armed policemen to surround the unfinished building. When the nervous people went up to the fifth floor with their guns drawn, they all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the big knife lying on the ground like mud.
"Who hit this guy? He was too cruel."
One of the men holding a sniper rifle held his chin with a big knife and looked around: "It would be great if I knew who was so capable and could be recruited into our armed police force."
Others also agreed.
Da Dao's name is not only resounding in the underworld, but also a headache for them all.
This guy's body is as hard as iron. Ordinary attacks are of no use to him. Even bullets can't kill him. At most, he will be slightly bruised.
"I will report it to the superiors right now. You guys can check the area and tie everyone to the car. Be careful not to let him wake up," Liu Zhonghua ordered.
When he received the call from Zhang Dagang, he came without even thinking about it. However, he was overstepping his authority in handling the case and caught the sharp end of the sword. Not only would the higher-ups not blame him, but he might even get a third-class merit award.
When Liu Zhonghua thought of this, he felt relieved and walked to the side to dial the number of the municipal police chief.
At this time, Zhang Dagang and Yu Xinger had already returned to the city.
Seeing the crowd of people gathered at the door of the fruit shop, Yu Xing'er's pretty face turned pale, and she quickly pushed through the crowd and ran into the shop.
"Boss, they said our fruits are killing people." When the store manager saw Yu Xing'er coming back, he stepped forward and grabbed Yu Xing'er's hand, explaining with a trembling voice.
After all, the old man lying on the ground was really not breathing. If it was a murder case, it would be difficult for her, the store manager, to escape unscathed.
The other shop assistants were also standing guard in the store, with panic on their faces.
"You are the store manager, right? My mother ate your fruit and died. How do you think we should compensate her?"
The woman with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks sat down at the door of the store and cried loudly: "Oh my god, the fruits in this fruit shop are killing people. Everyone, come and take a look."
She pretended to squeeze out two tears and howled louder.
"Auntie, when did your mother come to our store to buy the fruit?" Yu Xing'er glanced at the old man lying on the ground.
The old man's clothes are in rags, but an orange in his store can buy the old man's clothes. If he said that this old man would come to his store to buy fruit, Myolie would never believe it.
"When can I eat the fuguomei from your store? Why don't you dare to admit that I have a diagnosis certificate and a death notice from the hospital?"
The woman dug out a pile of information from her bag and threw it in front of Myolie.
"If you don't learn well at a young age, you must have put some medicine on it just to make Fu Guomei look good. My mother's life is really miserable. She was killed by such evil-hearted people as you."
After the woman finished speaking, seeing that there was no big commotion, she rushed directly into the store and overturned all the fugo plums placed on the floor.
Yu Xing'er was so angry that she was shaking all over. Upon seeing this, Zhang Dagang quickly pulled Yu Xing'er behind him.
"How do you know you were poisoned by eating our Fuguomei?" Zhang Dagang asked the woman: "Do you know that it is illegal to frame others."
The woman looked at the strong Zhang Dagang and didn't dare to fight him head-on. She just sat on the ground and cried loudly, constantly yelling that Zhang Dagang wanted to hit him.
Seeing more and more people watching, Zhang Dagang walked up to the old man on the ground and opened her eyelids.
The old man's pupils were dilated and his body had reached its stiffest state. If calculated, it must have been more than twelve hours since the old man died.
"Auntie, can you let me see this grandma's death certificate?" Zhang Dagang bent down and patiently asked the woman who was still sitting on the ground and rolling around.
When the woman heard Zhang Dagang's words, a flash of guilt flashed in her eyes.
But remembering what the rich woman who came to see her had said, she took out the death certificate from her bag and threw it to Zhang Dagang.
The death certificate fluttered on the ground. Zhang Dagang was not annoyed. He just bent down to pick it up and inspected it carefully.
"Auntie, the death time of this grandma should be about twelve hours. Your "Death Notice" doesn't even have an official seal, so it's obviously a fake."
Zhang Dagang reached out and handed the notice back to the woman.
The woman was dumbfounded when she heard this. She quickly took the "Death Notice" and read it at the bottom.
Unexpectedly, there was no official seal at the bottom. A look of uneasiness flashed across the woman's face, and then she started to behave unreasonably.
And mixed in the crowd was a stooped old man, holding a boy of about seven or eight years old. The boy looked at his mother who was sitting in the shop and rolling around, with a flash of sadness in his eyes.
The old man looked at the corpse thrown on the ground, and two turbid tears fell from his old eyes.
The crowd of onlookers began to point and look at Fugome on the ground, shaking their heads.
"Boss, I heard that your Fuguomei is poisonous and we want to return it."
A thin old man in his sixties squeezed into the store and threw the fugo plum in his hand on the cashier.