When it comes to making noise and making fun of people, these agents are all good at it. But if they were really asked to do something important, they would all become sick chickens, unable to hold their heads up.
Jia Xu saw that everyone lowered their heads and shrank their heads. I know in my heart that if this matter continues to be delayed, everyone will die. Although he is cowardly, he is not stupid. At critical moments, know how to choose. He immediately gritted his teeth, cupped his fists and said, "I often discuss poetry with Yuwen Zifan, and we have some friendship in private. I am willing to go to the Yin and Yang Division to ask him for orders to suppress troops."
Luo Fan nodded in appreciation and said: "Yes. Although Master Jia is a scholar, his magnanimity is not inferior to that of a warrior. I am optimistic about you. I will leave that Yuwen Zifan to you. However, let me remind you, that Yuwen Zifan He is known for being a quarrelsome person, and it is not easy to get a transfer order from him. You have to think of countermeasures and don't give him a chance to refuse."
Jia Xu nodded: "Thank you, sir, for reminding me. Even if I risk my life, I will still complete the mission."
Luo Fan smiled and said: "Okay, I believe you. Among the remaining city guards, who dares to go? This place is the key to saving everyone's lives. Whoever did this is our Dongjie County Government Office Great hero!"
Zhao Jiantian knew that Luofan's idea might not work. But maybe it's true that he said he could send people out. He must seize such an opportunity, clasping his fists and saying, "Sir, I also have acquaintances with the City Protector. I am confident that I will ask them to send troops. I just don't know how you can help us leave the Yamen safely?"
Luo Fan smiled coldly: "Okay! Now that we have the candidates, I will send you out of the Yamen now. Come on, Zhao Jiantian and Jia Xu are in league with the gang, drag them out and give them eighty sticks each!"
Jia Xu and Zhao Jiantian were shocked. Then the two of them understood each other. Zhao Jiantian cursed in his heart: It turned out to be a cruel trick. This grandson is such a thief, thank you for coming up with such an unethical method!
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Sunset dusk. Usually, the streets are busy and every household is buying vegetables and cooking. But today on East Main Street, there was not a trace of smoke, and not a single shop was open. The bluestone road is full of tight steps, horses, and shouts. Crowds armed with knives and guns continued to pour in from all directions, slowly blocking the surrounding roads.
The leader of the Wood Gang and the young master of the Donglai Sect were both killed. When the two groups of disciples heard the news, they all rushed over. In less than half a day, the county government office was surrounded by a dense crowd. Six to seven thousand people were blocked in front of the main entrance, seven to eight thousand people were crowded in the left and right alleys, and seven to eight thousand people were also piled in the back streets. There are also a large number of people coming from a distance. By the time it gets dark, nearly 40,000 to 50,000 people may arrive.
Liu Tong had five sons, nine sons-in-law, and more than a dozen hall masters under his command. All dressed in fresh clothes and shoes, standing majestic in front of the county government office. The master of the Donglai Sect, Mo Lushan, led his six sons and more than twenty hall masters, also with cold faces, and walked to the Yamen surrounded by everyone.
Liu Tong's eldest son, Liu Jiehao, was standing at the front, commanding the troops with an angry look on his face, asking the yamen to be tightly surrounded and not to let anyone escape. This Liu Jiehao also has a beautiful face, fair skin, a majestic appearance, and extraordinary martial prowess. He often wears a smart white robe, and holds a pair of two-foot-long, shiny stainless steel tiger claw thorns in his arms. Therefore, people in Jianghu praised him as "little white jade tiger".
When Liu Jiehao saw Mo Lushan's group coming, he bowed and saluted: "Uncle, you are here. Now our two groups total 70,000 to 80,000 people. Do you want to go in now, wash out the yamen with blood, and give my father and Xian Brother, take revenge?"
Mo Lushan is fifty years old, with a slim face and a pair of round small eyes. His sparse white hair is tied up in a bun. He is tall and slender, wearing a green shirt and carrying two crane-shaped screw-tooth swords on his back. It looks like he is a skinny old man with a sinister face.
This old man looks sinister and his methods are even more cunning. Using a pair of crane-shaped screw-tooth swords, the sword body has a spiral hollow cone shape that rotates in circles. The sword head is pointed and thin, more like two crane's beaks. The spiral sword body is easy to defend, easier to injure, and several times more powerful than an ordinary sword. Mo Lushan used this sword in strange and cruel moves, often stabbing hundreds of holes in people's bodies. The old man called him He Yin Sword Ghost.
Seeing Liu Jiehao's question, Mo Lushan pondered for a moment, opened his eyes shrewdly, and said slowly: "My dear nephew, don't be anxious. The rules of the underworld are that killing people in the dark is not prohibited. If you break in in broad daylight, you will attract the guards of the city." It's not a good idea to suppress them. When it gets dark and we can't tell the left and right, we kill everyone and then leave, so no one can catch us."
Liu Jiehao couldn't hide the hatred in his eyes, and said: "Uncle, don't worry. I have already said hello. This time, there are two adults, Tianqing Yin Shaozheng and Tao Feng, as the backstage. If we go in now, no one dares to care. "
Mo Lushan still shook his head and said: "Be careful in everything. If you kill someone during the day, it is rare to be rumored. If you kill someone at night, even if someone cares about it afterwards, just introduce a few scapegoats to take the blame. It is also in line with the rules of our world. This is okay. The best policy is to advance or retreat.”
When Mo Lushan spoke, Liu Jiehao could only nod his head and said, "Well, listen to uncle. Let's wait until dark before we rush in. Just wait until we catch the county magistrate, and ask uncle to hand him over to me. I will oil him up." When the pot explodes, share it with the brothers! Only in this way can we relieve the hatred in our hearts!"
Mo Lushan also said with a dark face: "Just my nephew. This man killed my son Han Chong. When we catch him, we will blow him up and share the food. In this way, I can relieve the pain of losing my son!"
So people from both sides gathered around, waiting for darkness. However, while waiting, I suddenly heard another scream coming from the yamen. Everyone poked their heads and looked into the yard.
However, they saw that Zhao Jiantian and Jia Xu were being beaten outside the hall. The policemen beat them fiercely, with sticks and sticks attached to their flesh, and every move was bloody. The beatings only made the two of them scream in agony, heart-piercing cries.
After finishing the beating, several policemen threw the half-dead Zhao Jiantian and Jia Xu out of the gate. Jia Xu, a sixty-year-old man, was already dying after being beaten with sticks. He lay on the ground unable to move. Zhao Jiantian was not dead, but his back was wet and red. I saw him lying on the ground with blood and sweat on his face, crying loudly! This cry was as tragic as the Yellow River bursting its banks, like thousands of horses running off their reins, heart-rending howls, and the falling snow of heavenly resentment, which really shocked the onlookers.
Before the two gangs were immediately in trouble, Zhao Jiantian looked excited, waved his fists, and cursed: "Ah! This murderous thief! I, Zhao Jiantian, swear to kill you! Eat your flesh and drink your blood. ! I have to dig up your ancestral grave to relieve the great hatred in my heart. Oh, my poor brother, I am so sorry for you, wuwuwu, my sworn brother He Biao, you are so miserable! I am sorry for you. ,..."
Everyone looked at it strangely, not knowing what happened. Liu Tong's youngest son Liu Yingtian is the "Niu Qianjin" who participated in Zhang Feiling's auction in the morning. I saw him wearing iron armor and carrying a big mace. He walked forward in an annoyed manner and looked around Zhao Jiantian, with a look of wonder on his face.
After looking around for a few times, Niu Qianjin stopped. Pouting, frowning, all flesh swaying, smacking tongue. The mace was pressed against Zhao Jiantian's butt, and he shouted: "Hey! Who are you? Why are you crying? Your father is dead too?"
Everyone listened and stood up in contempt. This Niu Qianjin is too ignorant. Your father just died, you can't say it without any scruples!
Zhao Jiantian screamed in pain when he was poked, and spit out another mouthful of blood. Scare everyone away. Then, he coughed and wheezed loudly again, as if he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries and seemed unlikely to survive.
After almost coughing, his face was full of grievances, with runny nose and tears, and he cried: "I am Zhao Jiantian. I am the best brother in He Biao's yamen. Just now, I wanted to replace my brother He Biao and his adoptive father. Liu Tong took the initiative and killed the dog officer. He didn't want to be caught by the dog officer before he took action. He also said that I was involved in a gang, so he beat me to death. With eighty sticks, I guess I won't be able to stand up in this life. ! Brothers, we must avenge our adoptive father and my adopted brother. Oh! Ahem! Puff! My poor adopted brother..."
Zhao Jiantian was vomiting blood and wailing at the same time, which could be said to be heartbroken. Everyone is scratching their heads? When did He Biao have this brother? When did Liu Tong have another son? There are so many Liu family members standing here, but no one has heard of this? Everyone whispered and asked each other, but no one knew clearly.
The niuqianjin mace pointed at Zhao Jiantian and shouted: "Hey, boy, don't talk nonsense. When did my father have a son like you? My father was beaten to death by you, and you still pretend to be with me. Watch me beat to death. you!"
As soon as the Niu Qianjin mace was raised, Zhao Jiantian rushed over, hugged his thigh, raised his neck and cried: "Ah! He Biao, my brother. Foster father, I will go see you right away. Come on! Come on, step-brother, step-brother, beat me to death. Beat me to death. It's because I'm incompetent. I can't save them. What's the use of my life, step-brother, kill me. Me!..."
