In early spring, the weather is clear. The sky is clear and white clouds are blooming.

The time of Jianghu people is cold and impersonal, but ordinary citizens are strolling through the streets and alleys of the old city. Everywhere you can see couples holding hands and walking slowly, old men and women with white hair and staggering but full of joy and grandsons.

Among the green mountains in the southern mountainous area of ​​​​Quancheng, Lang Renli, who was sitting on a chair, squinted his eyes and listened to Qi Jun, who was holding an invitation, telling him what happened in Quancheng during this period.

Qi Jun is still very respectful to his master. In his impression, since he followed his master to Quancheng, he has never seen him afraid of anything, and many things can be solved with just one word.

Others don't know, but Qi Jun knows how much the connections the master accumulated in the past years played in this process.

In the prison next to the Gobi Desert in the Great Northwest, it is said that the prisoners at that time were all serious criminals. Some of them were carrying human lives, and some were amassing unlimited wealth. However, no matter how beautiful it was on the outside, once you entered that place, you would never see it again.

It's impossible to see them happy.

Cigarettes and alcohol, which are common things outside, are all luxuries to them. According to one time when the master was drunk, he told him that through his own special channels, he got a tea jar of sorghum with more than 70 degrees of sorghum on New Year's Eve.

Burning, everyone in No. 1 swallowed their saliva eagerly and stared at the vat.

Many people later came out, and many people stayed there forever, but there was one exception. This person was so good at picking locks that he almost regarded this place as a hotel.

It was this person who helped many people when they were in danger, which made many people who survived become his close friends, and made many people who died willing to reveal their inner secrets to him.

Some people say that after he was released from prison, he robbed more than 30 wealthy merchants and shops in one night. Others say that he excavated an ancient tomb, and unearthed thousands of taels of gold and countless various pearls and jade articles.

When Qi Jun told how an old man with two swords rushed into the Juese Bar to rescue Shen You and Bai Qianqian in a critical moment, Lang Renli finally lost his composure.

He asked in a deep voice: "The old man holding the two swords, is the sword in his left hand thin and long, and the sword in his right hand is wide and broad?"

Qi Jun shook his head and said: "No one knows which hand it is, but it is said that the two knives are indeed long and narrow and the other is wide."

"Yes! It should be him, but which of these two people made him take action fearlessly?" Lang Renli frowned tightly into the character "Chuan" and slowly fell into deep thought.

"Who is it? You are so solemn!" Qi Yun said.

Lang Renli smiled slightly and said: "That person became famous far before me, and his fame was far above me at that time." After speaking, he shook his head, made a helpless expression and continued: "To be precise,

How can I compare with him? There is a huge difference between a firefly and a bright moon!"

Qi Jun scratched his head and said: "Who is it? It's so mysterious that everything you say, master, sounds like a fairy."

But Lang Renli acted as if he hadn't heard him at all. He was like an old monk in meditation and thought deeply: "If they all come out, it means that this thing can be done, or in other words, those two people are definitely not good friends."

Seeing him frowning and thinking, Qi Jun stood in front of him with his hands down so as not to disturb him.

"Forget it, I'll go out by myself!" After a long time, Lang Renli said.

"Master, have you decided to go?"

"Go! Why don't you go!" Lang Renli said slowly with firm eyes.

Because Zeng Hu requisitioned the bar last night, many waiters and waitresses working in the bar were cleared out. Originally, after a noisy night, the waiters would clean up all kinds of garbage early in the morning. Then go home to rest. I'll go back to work around 5 p.m.

After Shenyou went to Shenyou in the evening and Jiang Haofeng left one after another, the gangsters who were injured by Jiang Haofeng on the first floor had already helped each other. Those who could walk helped each other with their injured legs. Then Zeng Hu arranged for Hu Yaojin to deal with the matter and send him to the hospital. .

Furthermore, some people stayed behind to clean up the mess, and the waiter didn't let them come early in the morning. Naturally, they were happy to take a rest.

When Zeng Hu got up, he knew that he had jade pieces in his hand, and it was said that he wanted to sell them. He couldn't help but feel itching for Shen Youqi in his heart. But when he thought of the dry old man next to him who was almost like a god descending from the earth, he couldn't help but feel fear again. .

In a modern society, there are still people who are so good at knife skills and rely on cold weapons or fists to solve problems.

Just when he was secretly tangled in his heart, a young gangster who was not seriously injured last night hurried in and looked at Zeng Hu with a slightly uncertain look but hesitated to speak.

Baza, who was standing next to Zeng Hu, knew in his heart that he must have encountered something that made it difficult for him to open his mouth. Under normal circumstances, for this kind of thing, you will be scolded if you open your mouth, and you will be scolded if you don't open your mouth.

Baza slowly walked up to him, put his ear to the man's mouth, and then asked softly: "What's the matter?"

The little bastard glanced at Zeng Hu, and then whispered something in Bazaar's ear.

Even though he knew something might happen, Baza was still surprised after hearing this.

At this time, Brother Sichuan Shupao said softly to Zeng Hu: "Master Hu, Si She said he wanted to leave here."

"Why?" Even though Zeng Hu, who was sitting in the chair, had gradually calmed down after being irritable, he asked lazily while leaning on the chair.

"Uh..." It seemed a little hard to say, but Brother Sichuan Pao still had to bite the bullet and said: "He said the money given was too little, and he also let him hook up with his baby."

Zeng Hu knew that Si She was talking about the two snakes that were cut off by Jiang Haofeng's domineering blade. From the way Si She put them on his waist, he could guess how much he valued these two snakes.

"Tell him that he can add more money as he pleases. Money is not a problem! His partners, come with a few more!" Zeng Hu said with a frown. He already vaguely felt that he seemed to have fallen into a trap made by others, leaving him inexplicably. became the target of public criticism.

At this moment, he was no longer facing street gangsters, but the most inconspicuous but most mysterious group of Chinese people. They looked ordinary, but they had pride far away from this era.

To target these people, one can either use state machinery, of course, provided that their charges are confirmed, or fight with them. At this time, ordinary people who can cut and beat are no longer effective. People like Si She That's what he needs most.

Brother Sichuan Shu Pao walked in in response. Just when Zeng Hu was about to squint his eyes and take a nap, he suddenly saw Baza looking at him and hesitating to speak.

"What's the matter? Tell me!" Zeng Hu, true to his true nature as a bachelor with many debts, asked Bazaar coldly.

"That, that, at the door, there is, that..." Baza, who has always been calm and capable, hesitated to speak!

"What's that at the door!" Perhaps the suppressed anger last night finally broke out at this moment, Zeng Hu slammed the table and shouted to Bazaar.

"Uh, flowers, flowers, wreaths! There are wreaths at the door!" Baza stammered.

Zeng Hu stood up angrily. He was about to take a step, but he slowly exhaled and sat down. He snorted coldly and said, "What do you want to do?

Is this interesting to me?"

Baza lowered his head and said nothing.

A minute later, Zeng Hu smiled slightly and said to Baza: "Go out and accept it, accept it in a good manner. Since it was sent to you, don't let it be looked down upon!"

As soon as Baza signaled, the gangster who came to report the news quickly ran out. There were three wreaths in total. After several people got them in, they saw the following words:

"Your father, I sincerely wish Mr. Zeng Hu eternal spring and autumn and eternal life."

"I hope Zeng Hu, my son, will die early and be reincarnated early, and I will not be named Zeng again in the next life!"

The third article is the simplest, with only four words: "The Zeng family has no heirs!"

As the saying goes, there are three types of unfilial piety, and the worst is not having an heir. Zeng Hu has two sisters. Although both brothers-in-law hold high positions and are quite powerful in Quancheng, Zeng Hu is the only man in the Zeng family.

Not bad, but I was so angry that I was shaking all over.

He snorted coldly and asked, "When did you discover it?"

"Not long ago," said the young guy who came in to report the news.

Hu Yaojin, who had finished treating the wounded, walked in at this time and said in his usual loud voice when they met: "Boss, someone from our group just told me that the old man who left our place last night was drunk by Lin An.

Let’s go and go to ‘Zhu Xin Ju’ together.”

"'Cooking the heart's home'?" Zeng Hu thought secretly in his heart.

He knew that Lin Anzui was because of Yang Zhuma. It was said that Yang Zhuma and Lin Anzui had an affair, but they were destined to have no connection. When Zeng Hu heard about Zhu Xinju, he immediately thought of Yang Zhuma.

But immediately he felt relieved. Yesterday, he heard that the old man wanted to get ahead with Shen You, and he said that he would not care about their fight. Besides, if Yang Zhuma had such capable subordinates, he would have

Just used it.

Even though he was puzzled, there was still a vague question mark in Zeng Hu's heart.

It seemed that one was opening. For the first time, Zeng Hu felt that this spring city did not belong to him, and there was something evil everywhere. At this moment, he even felt like meat on a chopping board, with a lot of blood.

Pen Dakou looked at him with sharp fangs.

At this moment, two thoughts were rising alternately in his mind. Was he using his brother-in-law's power in the government? Or maybe it was a jianghu matter. He didn't know who would win in a fight with them.

After thinking for a long time, Zeng Hu seemed to have finally made up his mind. He said coldly to Bazaar: "Make an appointment with the old thief king for me. I want to see how capable these people are!"
Chapter completed!