"Tsk, red brand, blood guard of the state capital! Why are you here in Yongchuan?"
"Shut up, you're the only one who talks too much!"
There are many people who often wander around the fish yard, and there are also many people who hang around in the fish yard with red tags hanging around their waists. But just as Bailang was warned before, even those who recognized him were cautious about their words and actions and did not dare to speak out. Bailang only heard a few words.
"Prefecture capital? Blood Guard?" Bai Lang didn't dare to say anything, but he kept an eye on it. Because the state capital and the city of Yongchuan where he is located are not close, they are almost six hundred miles apart, and there is a big river and a mountain range in the middle, making it difficult to communicate. In his memory, the word "prefecture capital" almost always stayed in the conversation and was rarely mentioned, let alone seeing people coming there. Moreover, this kind of arrogant attitude, which is clearly looking for something, is even more unheard of.
"Why are you rummaging through the truck? If you are looking for someone, wouldn't it be better to set up a checkpoint at the Guandao crossing?" Bailang wandered around the cargo yard as usual, deliberately keeping a distance from the red signs, and at the same time hiding in secret Watch those people.
Because of what happened last night, Bailang was extremely sensitive now, and even the slightest disturbance made him extremely nervous. Not to mention these red brands that have never appeared in Yongchuan City before.
"The cars are being restocked in the morning...are they checking to see if anyone has followed them into the city? This doesn't make sense. No! They should be keeping an eye on these cars to prevent anyone from following them after the morning market. Out of the city! I even felt that I couldn’t stop them on the official road, so I went directly to the goods yard to stare at it?!”
Bailang felt a little nervous again. He couldn't describe how he felt, but he always felt that this thing made him feel frightened.
"Xiaobai, don't keep looking over there. Don't you know that those masters have the sharpest spiritual senses? The more you look at the other person, the more they can spot you. Do you think it's a good thing to bother you later?"
Just when Bailang thought he was secretly calculating in his mind, a reminder sounded from behind him, which frightened him to the point where his hair stood up. He turned around and looked at "One Eye", the waist knife who was also wandering around the fish market here.
"Tsk, look at that bearish look on you, are you scared now? Okay, hurry up and walk away. When the goods here are almost gone, just take a few kilograms of fish back and finish the matter. It's none of our business. Don't worry about it later. Look, think less. Otherwise you won’t live long, understand?”
"Well, I understand Brother One-Eyed."
Duyan hummed, patted Bai Lang on the shoulder, turned around and walked away without saying anything more.
Bai Lang also listened to the advice and even broke out in a cold sweat. I secretly thought that I was still a bit young. Fortunately, someone warned me, otherwise I really couldn't tell whether I would get into trouble.
So I no longer paid attention to the red signs, but just wandered around the fish market around the red signs.
"Old guy, you should be aware of the rules here, right? Dongshi Uniform uses the scale distributed by the knife shop to weigh the weight, and the amount on the scale will be used as delivery fees. Why are you so sneaky and sneaky now?"
Bypassing the group of red signs, Bailang arrived at the corner of the fish market. After turning a few steps, he heard a street wanderer yelling at an old man who was huddled in the corner with a depressed expression and begging for mercy.
The old man was holding a big black cloth bag in his hand, and there was a big-bellied fish at his feet. Apparently he was caught trying to cheat. Moreover, it is a new face, so the street wanderer needs to go around first to see if there is any "acquaintance" or "reliance". Then the waist knife will come over and deal with it. Whether he will be punished or released is yet to be determined.
Moreover, Bai Lang knew the street wanderer who was yelling at the old man. His surname was Wang. He was said to be a relative of a red sword master in the East Market. When doing things, he was much more courageous and free than ordinary street wanderers.
"This is the big belly fish in the old man's bag. Tsk tsk, but speaking of it, I haven't seen such a fat big belly fish in the fish market for a long time. But it's almost winter, and there are still so many big belly fish caught. It’s pretty awesome too!”
"This little brother is an old man who is confused. Look at these thirty kilograms of fish. You can do well and let the old man go. The old man is willing to be punished. I just want not to deprive him of his livelihood." OK, OK, OK, OK..."
The old man bent over and tremblingly said soft words to beg for mercy, but Bai Lang, who was standing at the side and happened to see the old man's expression, saw a hint of sinisterness on the old man's face.
An old man who sells fish would have this expression?
As soon as the thought came to this point, Bai Lang frowned slightly and thought: Something is wrong! Even if Dongyue could catch big belly fish, it would not be so fat!
So there is something wrong with the potbelly fish sold by that old man! It's definitely more than just cheating!
"Okay? Tsk, tut, this is the rule here in Dongshi. If you make a mistake, you have to accept the punishment. Although your bag of fish is not much, such fat belly fish are very rare these days, and the price is very low. It won’t be cheap. So the fine will not be small, but..."
He's already an old man. This old man looked like he was in tatters, and his hands were calloused. He was obviously a hard-working man. Can't knock out any coins. And if there is any relationship or dependence, it should be shown. Nowadays, the typical look is that of a poor guy who wants to take risks and get caught. It's better to just knock out a few fish. The rest goes on the scale. Even if you get some benefits, you won't be able to accomplish anything. Even if this is considered "doing a good deed", I think the old man will agree to it.
But things didn't unfold that way.
Just when the street wanderer, who thought he would not be rejected and even felt that he was doing a good deed, reached out to take the old man's black cloth bag and picked out two big-bellied fish to take back for drinking in the evening, a sudden change occurred.
The moment the other party bent down to take the black bag, the old man quickly touched his hand on his lower back, and there was a dagger in his hand. Then, without waiting for the other party's reaction, he raised his hand and pointed it at the other party. He stabbed his left ribs crazily several times, the speed and the location of the stabs made people feel cold on the back of their necks. Surprisingly, every blow perfectly avoided the ribs hitting the vital organs!
In less than three breaths, the old man picked up his bag and ran away after stabbing someone. The direction he chose happened to be on the side where Bailang was. Because behind Bailang is the edge wall of the East Market. After climbing over the wall, there is the waterway across the city. You can follow the waterway directly out of the city! Moreover, there are many exits around the waterway, making them extremely difficult to capture.
Bailang's first reaction was to pick up the copper whistle hanging on his chest and blow it hard. At the same time, he grabbed a palm-width fish chopping knife from a nearby stall and held it in his hand. His feet subconsciously moved slightly rhythmically, and his hands The upper fish knife is placed across the chest, which is the starting position of the third position in "Ten Tiger Sword Positions".
"court death!"
How could the old man look so "honest and humble" at this moment? The sinister look in his eyes and the murderous intent and power rising from his body instantly condensed into two words that fell into Zhang Yan's mind: Warrior!
And he is a warrior who can have "power"!
At least level seven! ?
