Kong Xueman walked forward with a worried look on his face and said worriedly: "Father, will the eldest brother..."

Before she could finish her words, Confucius Miaotang said with a cold face: "You can't let him do this matter, let him use this matter to restrain his temper!"

Kong Xueman closed her mouth, as if she had something to say, but she didn't say it.

What she was worried about was that based on her understanding of Kong Xuehe, Kong Xuehe would not give up after this incident. Maybe she would do some tricks in secret, which would be detrimental to her and Xiao Yang.

But she saw that although Confucius Miaotang did not say it clearly, the expression on her face was confirmed to be angry in her heart, and she couldn't say more at this time.

"Young Master Xiao, the next thing depends on you and Xueman. The peace of the Han martial arts world depends on you!"

Confucius said earnestly.

Xiao Yang nodded and responded: "Don't worry, Senior Kong, I will do my best!"

"Let Kong Xueman send you out! If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me at any time. Our Kong family will exhaust all of them to help you!"

Confucius Miaotang showed a little fatigue in his eyes, nodded at Kong Xueman, then put his hands behind him and slowly walked into the palace.

Kong Xueman looked at the back of Confucius Temple, and her nose felt slightly sore. Only she knew how much pain Confucius Temple had endured alone during the years she was dormant in the Kong family.

"Let's go!"

Kong Xueman said softly, then turned around and walked towards the exit with Xiao Yang.

In a villa outside the suburbs of the imperial capital.

Hong Qiushui sat alone on the sofa, smoking a cigar with a depressed face. The ashtray on the coffee table in front of her was filled with cigar heads, and the air in the living room was filled with a pungent smell of tobacco.

Although the pain did not relapse after he took the pill of relieved effect given to him by Chunhua, he was always worried, as if a bomb lurked in his body at irregular intervals, and might explode at any time.

Moreover, he really dared not imagine such a biting pain.

After a long time, Hongye gently pushed open the door of the villa, looked towards the living room of the villa, and said timidly: "Master, I've found him... I've found him!"

Hong Qiushui extinguished the half-parted cigar in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Let them come in!"

Hongye nodded repeatedly and waved behind him, and saw two low-shaped men following him, but the fingers of these two men were extremely slender, which was extremely disproportionate to their figures.

Hong Qiushui leaned back, and her body was almost half lying on the sofa, crossing her legs, and squinted her eyes at the two men beside Hongye, "Are you two stealing the south and the north?"

The two men bowed their hands and bowed to Hong Qiushui, responded.

The thief in the south and the north are used to stealing in the martial arts world. The two have undergone special training since childhood. Their short figures allow them to enter narrow places, and their slender fingers are conducive to the two of them taking things out. They have also committed many major theft cases, which are difficult to track because of their uncertain whereabouts.
Chapter completed!