On the bank of Jinshui River, Changrui Wharf.
The Jinghong ship docked steadily at the dock, like a peninsula extending out from the river bank.
In the Jinghong Hall on the top floor of the pavilion.
Jin Wujuan listened to his subordinate's report with an ugly expression.
"Hall Master Zhuo and his entourage, more than ten people are missing."
"More than half of the building boat we were traveling on was damaged and stopped at the riverside halfway."
"The people on the ship were scattered and disappeared."
Jin Wuduan slammed the table: "You are so bold, how dare you attack me, the leader of the Jinghong Gang!"
"Send the order and search along the river. You must find Hall Master Zhuo for me. If you want to see him alive, you want to see his body if he dies."
"Also, notify Li Jun. The matter happened in his jurisdiction. If you don't give me an explanation, he, the leader of the Lijiang Hall, will stop being the leader!"
"Yes!" The men left tremblingly. He had never seen a gang leader so angry.
After everyone retreated, Zuo Sheng quickly comforted: "Master, calm down."
"If you dare to attack us, the origin will definitely not be simple."
"For example, Zhu Yi Pavilion, or sincerity..."
Zuo Sheng was worried: "We must be prepared to be fully impacted by it."
They and Zhu Yi Pavilion's Liang Zi are not small.
The contradiction with sincerity is equally huge.
Jin Wuduan looked at Zuo Sheng complicatedly.
"Sheng'er, I really want to retire and take care of myself. You don't have to go to this extent for me."
Zuo Sheng was confused.
"What did I do?"
Jin Wuduan had a look of relief on his face: "That's right, you didn't do anything."
"If anyone asks, you will kill him with one mouthful, saying that it was Zhu Yige who provoked you, or that he was seeking revenge in good faith."
"This matter has nothing to do with you."
"Do you understand?" Jin Wuduan asked eagerly.
Zuo Sheng: "..."
It’s over, another misunderstanding!
"I have been practicing in seclusion these past few days, and I have no time to trouble Hall Master Zhuo." Zuo Sheng explained seriously.
Jin Wujuan's expression changed: "Keep your voice down! Walls have ears!"
After pricking up his ears and listening carefully for a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was around ten meters away. A smile couldn't help but appear on his face: "Yes, that's the attitude, you didn't do anything, you know?"
Zuo Sheng felt aggrieved and wanted to jump into the river.
This is really none of my business!
"Yes, yes, that aggrieved expression is perfect! Keep it up!"
Zuo Sheng: "..."
…
Daliang 640, December 15th.
The weather is getting colder, and the cold air from the north finally affects Nanyang Mansion, but unfortunately it is not as cold as it is.
Chen Mu was wearing a single suit, holding a wooden cup filled with milk tea in both hands, sitting on a rocking chair under the eaves to enjoy the sunset.
His breathing changes rapidly and maintains a specific rhythm. The muscles under the clothes also bounce from time to time according to the changes in breathing.
A few days ago, Bai Yuan's body training technique successfully completed Yi Marrow.
The increase in physical fitness was unsurprisingly minimal.
Only the length of the arms increased slightly.
"In the soul-nurturing stage, the cultivation speed returns to normal." Chen Mu thought thoughtfully.
He thought that cultivating soul would be as fast as training.
But the actual soul-raising speed is a little faster than the kestrel and blue-eyed golden ape training techniques, but it is also limited.
"Is it because you are too brave and have no coverage?"
"Perhaps the courage developed by the white ape through practicing the art of shaping can be a little greater? Haha." Chen Mu shrugged, thinking relaxedly.
As time goes by and the weather gets colder, Chen Mu lives a regular life.
I spend my time thinking about delicious food, and the rest of the time brushing up my proficiency. When I get tired, I just sit on the recliner drinking tea in a daze.
When I have time, I will go around the northern and southern cities a few times to find some delicious food and get some news.
The days passed leisurely and comfortably.
…
At the north gate of Nanshi, there is a large square outside the archway.
"Who are those more than ten people?" Chen Mu squeezed in the crowd and looked curiously at the prisoners who were put on the square stone platform.
"Bandits."
"Looting more than a dozen stores in one night and killing people without any calculation."
"While fleeing along the Luohe River, I was discovered and captured by the heroes of the Jinghong Gang."
"Taking action in Nanyang City? That's really not an ordinary gangster." Chen Mu sighed.
The world is in chaos, and all kinds of monsters and monsters have emerged.
"Who says it's not the case? Moreover, they are so bold that they dare to touch the Jinghong Gang's property. Can the Jinghong Gang spare them?"
"I didn't chop off their heads without permission. It was all for the sake of Lord Shangguan."
Chen Mu couldn't help but click his tongue and shake his head.
He lived in Nanyang Mansion for a year and knew the reputation of the Jinghong Gang.
These people actually dared to loot the Jinghong Gang's shop, which was really reckless.
"I heard that he is the enemy of Master Zhuo of Tianqi Hall."
"Isn't Hall Master Zhuo gone? These people saw the hope of revenge and killed people to steal money."
"I heard that Hall Master Zhuo's two sons were checking the accounts in the shop, and they happened to be bumped into by this group of people."
"That's terrible."
Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.
When Zhuo Yinghai died, the Zhuo family also suffered misfortune.
The old man was so evil that he would rather kill someone than let him go. Revenge after death is inevitable.
"Is this the third batch? Tsk tsk..."
"The Zhuo family is also in bad luck. They have lost both their lives and their wealth. It would have been really tragic if the Jinghong Gang hadn't worked hard to catch the culprit."
Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh.
No matter how big your business is or how famous you are, everything will disappear when you die. Children and grandchildren will also have to suffer.
"It's important to save your life." Chen Mu was deeply inspired.
Chen Mu turned around and walked towards Chunfeng Tower.
I haven’t seen Miss Yutao dance for a long time, I miss her.
…
At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the lanterns are turned on, and the nightlife in Nanyang Mansion is in full swing.
Chen Mu had already eaten and drank enough, and wandered home against the busy flow of people in Nanshi.
Passing by the North Gate Square, I could vaguely see the dark blood stains on the beheading platform, and I couldn't help but shake my head.
Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly startled and remembered the discussion among the crowd during the day.
"Where did so many crazy gangsters come from? They ignored the Nanyang government and were not afraid of the Jinghong Gang, so they openly dealt with the Zhuo family."
"Well... there won't be anything going on here, right?"
The cool breeze blew, and Chen Mu couldn't help but shiver.
"I'm afraid someone is interested in Zhuo Yinghai's huge family..."
"The world is dangerous!"
Chen Mu no longer dared to think too much and hurried home.
…
The death of Zhuo Yinghai did cause a stir.
Zhuo's family was robbed one after another.
In the end, it is said that the Jinghong Gang came forward and sent people to protect them, which made the ruthless bandits stop.
Is there any inside story inside? Chen Mu said that the melon was too big for him to eat, and he did not dare to ask any more questions.
This storm came and went away quickly.
It seems that neither the Jinghong Gang nor the Nanyang government wants to cause trouble.
He openly shouted that he would avenge Zhuo Yingye and arrest the murderer. But only the Jinghong Gang came forward to quietly collect information.
There was no large-scale search like last time. And soon there was no movement.
"You're still a member of a noble family," Chen Mule sighed happily.
"It's better if the search intensity is small." He is safer.
Originally, the small courtyard was clearly registered under Chen Jia's name, but no one checked it from beginning to end.
However, two waves of thieves visited it.
Before one of them even entered the yard, he was numbed by a fine needle on the wall.
The other one managed to get in, but the yard had been scraped over by the Five Ghost Bags, and in the end he only took a palm-long grass carp from the pond.
