Wang Zhenwei gritted his teeth and shed tears in his eyes: "You cheated, colluded with the flower-picking thieves, and almost killed the fourth sister of the Yang family. You deserve to be damned...
Don't worry, I will take good care of your sister and your family. "
After saying that, he picked up the gun on the ground.
Bah...
The bullet entered Qian Xingfa's forehead and exited from the back of his head.
Qian Xingfa struggled to get up, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and he fell to the ground and died.
Seeing Qian Xingfa lying in a pool of blood, Yang Lin didn't find a chance to attack for a while.
He took a deep look at Wang Zhenwei, and before he could speak, he saw Lord Wang's face filled with indignation, "It's my fault. I was not strict with my subordinates and almost made a big mistake..."
This time, since we know where the Plum Blossom Thief lives, we must not let him escape. Third Young Master Yang, your troops are very quick. I will go with you to capture the Flower Picking Thief..."
Yang Lin squinted his eyes and was silent for a while, then said: "Master Wang, as long as you have this intention, call a few people and don't make a big fuss or scare the snake."
"That's natural."
Wang Zhenwei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Without hesitation, he immediately left the office, shouted a few times, and called two tough patrol policemen.
He ordered: "Come with me immediately and don't ask any questions."
Only two people were asked to accompany him, also to prove his innocence.
He was afraid of causing Yang Lin's misunderstanding, so he didn't dare to make any unnecessary moves.
Because Yang Lin had been standing quietly behind him.
Not a word was spoken.
With the reflexes and strength of Ming Jin's master, he suspected that no matter what actions he made that he shouldn't do, when the other party was so close, he was seeking death.
…
Under the north wall.
Zhang He, who climbed over the wall and came in, endured the pain of the broken arm, tore open his undershirt with his teeth and left hand, and tied the wound tightly. Finally, the blood stopped flowing.
At this time, his figure was already swaying a little, and stars were appearing in front of his eyes, but he knew he couldn't relax yet...
Look at a bamboo pole in the corner, where a washed gray gown is drying in the sun.
So, he took it and put it on his body to cover the blood stains on his body.
After leaning against a big tree to catch his breath for a long time, Zhang He finally calmed down his boiling energy and blood, and his complexion gradually became better.
He walked slowly along the bank of the East River. After a while, he crossed the Doufu Bridge and walked another two hundred meters before turning into an alley.
When he got here, he took a long breath and put a smile on his face.
"Xiao He'er, you came back so early today. Don't you want to catch up on work?"
"My boss is in a good mood today. There is a happy event at home and he has sent some money. He is preparing to go home and have a good meal and a good sleep." Zhang He answered happily, waving his left hand.
"Brother Zhang, I see that you have been working hard for many days and your face looks very ugly. My mother asked you to come home for dinner. The hen at home is already very fat and is just in time for the pot."
Xiao Cui from the tailor shop raised her head and shouted in a crisp voice with a red face.
"No, thank Aunt Xiao for me. I will go to the market to buy an elbow for you to eat some other day... Your old hen is laying eggs. It would be a pity to kill it."
Zhang He shook his head and softly rejected Xiaocui's kindness.
He didn't notice the disappointment on the girl's face.
Greeting all the way, Zhang He kept wearing a gentle smile, and soon walked to a low wooden house, opened the door and went in.
"Master, I'm back."
"You are hurt?"
An old man with a haggard face and gray hair sat up suddenly on the bed.
His eyes were fixed on the broken part of Zhang He's right arm, and his expression gradually became sad.
Because he got up too suddenly, his breath was not smooth. He raised his head and coughed heartbreakingly for a long time before he said sadly: "I shouldn't have taught you Plum Blossom Boxing. Once you learn the boxing, you can't help but know how to use it. It's very difficult." You may meet a master..."
"Master, I don't blame you. If I hadn't learned boxing, I would still be a poor boy fighting with rats in the gutter for food. No one would take a second look."
Zhang He's eyes flashed with hatred, as if he was remembering the past that he didn't want to look back on.
"Oh, you still can't forget that incident. It's a tragedy if you don't belong to the right family. Your mother is like this, and so are you. Be more open-minded... People can't always live in their memories."
Thinking of the gentle woman from the Jiangnan water town, the old man sighed again.
He still remembered that the woman was good at painting, especially plum blossoms.
Her temper was as stubborn as a plum blossom, and she finally embarrassed herself to death.
He said he was trying to persuade people to be more open-minded, but the old man couldn't think of it at all. While he was persuading others, he also thought of his own sadness.
That year, my martial arts school had just become famous, and all the sons and daughters of wealthy families wanted to be its disciples. Money and money kept rolling in every day.
However, when that man stepped into the martial arts hall, everything changed.
"Mizong Fist, what a Mizong Fist, what a number one in Jinmen."
His lungs were throbbing, and he couldn't help but cough wildly, with blood streaking out of the corners of his mouth.
"It's time to take your medicine."
Zhang He seemed to be used to the old man's cough. As if he didn't hear it, he picked up the concoction that was just boiling on the stove, poured it into a bowl, and brought it to the edge of the bed.
This medicine is very expensive.
I have also earned a lot of money over the years, and except for some necessary expenses, I basically spend it here.
That day, the man came to his door, and he was dealing with the introductory disciples of the Jingwu Guild Hall, so he agreed without hesitation.
If you can make money, you can also vent your anger on Master, so why not do it.
As for whether Yang Simei was innocent, he didn't care.
All the rich girls in the world deserve to die, he just hates not killing enough of them.
…
After drinking the medicine, the old man breathed easier, and his turbid eyes became very cold, with a slight cold light: "Who did this?"
"It was a kid who used the Iron Wire Fist. I didn't notice, but he used the strength of a python to twist his right arm. I had to cut off my arm to survive."
Speaking of that battle, Zhang He still had lingering fears.
He obviously had the upper hand and attacked with force.
As a result, the situation was overturned in an instant.
Looking back at it now, he still didn't understand.
If he had to do it again, he still wouldn't have the confidence to defeat that terrible opponent.
Tolerant enough, cruel enough.
I would rather use my body as bait and fight back even if I receive my own fist.
All the previous attacks were designed to set up a killing trap.
At such a young age, he has such scheming and martial arts skills...
"In the area of Hangzhou, Wu Zhongda is the only one who is famous for practicing Iron Wire Boxing. He was born in the Shunyuan Escort Bureau and traveled in the northern desert. He has gained some reputation in the wind and rain.
However, although this person's boxing skills are good, he is not a direct descendant of the Hong family and has not learned the true meaning of Iron Wire Fist.
In addition, this person is dull-minded and has poor understanding. Even if he practices until he dies of old age, he will not be able to develop the combined strength of hardness and softness. "
The old man's face was full of doubts and he said to himself.
"not him."
There was a trace of shame on Zhang He's face, "It should be his apprentice, the third young master of the Yang family, Yang Lin."
"You mean, Yang Shoucheng's famous good-for-nothing third son."
The old man's eyes were full of disbelief.
"Is he the one who tore off your arm and practiced Iron Wire Fist: The Untold Secret Rou Fist Eight Strikes?"
