Kong Fang's head instantly hurt.
He repeatedly showed weakness, but the other party not only failed to restrain himself, but became even more arrogant. He really didn't regard the county magistrate as a cadre!
He really wanted to scream out loud.
Fang Shibo pursed his lips.
He is not afraid of the He Gang, but he is afraid of the talismans on them. If they can really restrain Zhentian Lei, then his side will really have no advantage at all.
If we become enemies with the He Gang today, and if they collude with the Litou Mountain bandits in the future and join forces to attack Qinghe County, the Sky Thunder has failed. What can my brother-in-law do to defend the city?
"Brother-in-law..."
He swallowed hard and spoke unclearly.
Kong Fang knew that he was scared and couldn't help but be a little surprised. He's not even afraid of bandits, so why should he be afraid of the Shanghe Gang?
Could it be that the River Gang is really more terrifying than the bandits?
He secretly observed Guan Yu again, and found that this thorn in the army was no longer as rebellious as before. Instead, he was sweating profusely, and the hand holding the knife was trembling.
well……
He sighed secretly.
Guan Yu has a rebellious personality and dares to challenge Fang Shiqing and fight to the death with bandits, but he is afraid of facing the river gang. Of course, he wasn't afraid of the blustering guys across from him.
What he was afraid of was the person behind them.
No matter how arrogant the River Gang is, they are just a group of gangsters, a mob, but the protective umbrella above their heads can easily crush him to death.
Throughout the ages, among all the gangsters who can achieve some success, who does not have an umbrella over his head?
Kong Fang knew very well that in order to solve the immediate crisis, he either had to give in and withdraw from the tidal flat; or he could subdue the river gang and make them retreat in spite of the difficulties.
Obviously neither is realistic.
A burst of rapid horse hooves came closer from far away, and a touch of red hunted in the wind...
Kong Fang's eyes lit up, then darkened.
He saw Fang Shiqing's freshly dressed and angry horse galloping towards him, and he understood that his reinforcements had arrived; but when he saw only a bay-red horse running wildly on the empty river beach, he was instantly disappointed.
If Fang Shiqing is not the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, how can he deal with more than twenty knives from the He Gang?
Zhang Wujin and Huang Shiliang raised the corners of their mouths.
The look he looked at Kong Fang was rather disdainful, even contemptuous. In a matter between men, it's embarrassing to call a woman to stand up for him, isn't it embarrassing?
Kong Fang was so embarrassed.
Although he never dared to underestimate this woman, she was indeed a woman.
The most depressing thing was that he couldn't and didn't dare refuse her to come forward.
Fang Shiqing's face was stern, and he stood between the two opposing sides.
There was a slight commotion between people on both sides.
"Are you Zhang Wujin?"
Fang Shiqing's indifferent gaze swept across Hebang, and finally landed on Zhang Wujin's face.
Zhang Wujin opened his mouth. The woman in front of him was very beautiful and had a very strong aura. Zhang Wujin, a hero of a generation, was actually suppressed and did not dare to act arrogantly.
"yes."
He nodded instinctively.
"Take your men and get out."
Fang Shiqing didn't talk much, but he was cold.
Cold to the bone.
Zhang Wujin shook his head and sobered up a lot. He wiped his face, and unruliness crawled back onto his rough face.
"You...who are you?"
"Open your dog eyes and see who I am? If you dare to tell me to get out, believe it or not, I gave the order..."
Zhang Wujin raised the machete in his hand, furious.
Kong Fang's heart skipped a beat.
He knew Fang Shiqing's temper too well. She is a person who doesn't take any losses, and Zhang Wujin is seeking death by provoking her.
As expected, Kong Fang felt a cold light pass before his eyes when he heard a sudden dragon roar.
Then, he saw a tuft of hair falling in the wind.
Zhang Wujin screamed and backed away repeatedly, almost sitting on the ground.
The bun on his head was cut off with a sharp sword, and the hair on the top of his head was shaved off, leaving him bare and cool.
He was shocked, angry and frightened.
What is shocking is that the other party dares to use the knife even if they disagree with each other, and is even more ruthless than their river gang;
What makes him angry is that the other party dares to take action even though he knows his identity, but he doesn't want to give himself and the He Gang any face;
As for fear, he is a martial artist.
It is said that an expert will know if something is there as soon as he takes action.
Fang Shiqing's shocking sword blow, although it happened so suddenly that he had no time to react, but he knew that with the opponent's hand speed, he would not be able to dodge it even if the opponent did not attack him sneakily.
It's not an exaggeration at all. It would be as easy for her to retrieve the head from her neck as it would be to retrieve something from a bag.
As the leader of one side of the River Gang, he has lived a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. He has done a lot of fighting and killing. He has seen a lot of various figures in the world, but he has never encountered such a tough opponent.
If he hadn't been very nervous, he would have peed just now.
"Who are you...who dare to hurt my hall master?"
Huang Shiliang jumped on his feet and his beard moved up and down.
Although he danced happily, he jumped back, deliberately keeping the distance between the two of them. Zhang Wujin's martial arts skills were far superior to his own and he was still not a single enemy. He would only add to his humiliation by going up to him.
Fang Shiqing's sword returned to its sheath.
"Fangjiazhuang, Fang Shiqing."
"Get out of here immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Huang Shiliang gritted his teeth and said: "You are occupying the He Gang's land privately, and it's you who should get out. Fang Shiqing, right? Don't be arrogant. Our He Gang has hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and you are not the one to provoke it!"
"Is it?"
Fang Shiqing sneered and stepped forward.
Huang Shiliang retreated urgently, feinting with his machete: "My nine-sword lightning sword technique is very domineering. When I use my sword, I will see blood. I don't want to hurt anyone today, so please retreat quickly!"
As expected, Fang Shiqing tightened the reins and stopped moving forward.
Huang Shiliang secretly called him lucky and wished he could slap himself twice.
It's all the fault of bad words.
If the sky falls and there is a tall man holding it up, what will you do?
Fortunately, the last bluff really scared the other party. In fact, he knows shit about the nine-sword lightning technique, and he is not Master Ma! If Fang Shiqing insisted on giving him a sword, he wouldn't even have a chance to dodge.
Fang Shibo looked at his sister, then at Huang Shiliang, with confusion written on his face.
He was surprised that she could endure Huang Shiliang's provocation today. It was obvious that Huang Shiliang's so-called nine-sword lightning technique was a bluff, and he doubted whether it really existed. He was certain and certain that if Huang Shiliang dared to use his sword, his sword would definitely draw blood.
But the blood was definitely not my sister's, but Huang Shiliang's.
But my sister actually didn't take action again.
But he believed that his sister could endure everything. It was not because her temper had changed. The only explanation is that she is also afraid of the He Gang.
This is not a good thing.
If my sister gives in, this Hetan brother-in-law will never be able to use it again.
Without land, it means that the pig pen cannot be built, and then the pig raising industry will die prematurely!
well!
You stupid river gang, I will blow you up sooner or later!
Fang Shibo secretly clenched his fists.
By the way, Huang Shijin was secretly glad that she had frightened Fang Shiqing, when she saw a crystal and round jade pendant slip out of her palm.
"Do you recognize it?"
Huang Shijin instinctively raised his eyes to look. Instantly, the cold sweat that had just subsided broke out again.
He looked at Fang Shiqing in confusion.
"You...you are..."
