"You?" Yang Ping sneered, then he took out another cigarette, sighed, and said casually, "It seems that there is such a person, oh, you are also an old friend of the Beggar Clan, it is fate."

Yan Hao was at a loss as he held his cell phone in his hands, looking at this and then that.

Thirty years ago, Yan Hao heard the old man mention the tragic incident between the Foot Gang and the Beggar Gang, but those things were too far away from him, so he could forget about it.

But just now quietly——Zhu Qiao, what did you say?

What does "those who were burned to death in the fire do so because of Yang Ping's "betrayal""?

And for such a big crime, Yang Ping actually didn’t deny it!

The old people of Baiyi still retain some old traditions of loyalty, and they will take good care of the younger generations when they meet them. Since Qing Qi can be regarded as an "old friend of the Beggar Clan", he is also an old friend who once died for the Beggar Clan. If Mr. Yang knew about it, he would definitely

He will treat her as his own granddaughter. She has always been in the pet shop at the 111th Gate. Why has she never revealed her identity to Mr. Yang?

Did she happen to work there, or was she secretly watching... Lao Yang?

Yan Hao is just slow to respond in terms of dealing with people, not slow. On the contrary, because of social fear, he is more sensitive than ordinary people.

Staring at Qing Qing's back in horror, he suddenly realized that Qing Qing suspected that Lao Yang was protecting his own son, so he kept staring at him at Baiyi!

"Quietly..." Just as Yan Hao was about to say something, his voice suddenly changed his tone, "Wait a minute!"

As a mute, Qiang Qiang truly practiced "if you can do something, don't push". Before Yan Hao could say anything, she had already stabbed Yang Ping with a knife, scaring Yan Hao to death.

Relying on his long legs, he jumped in front of Qing Qing, stood between the two of them, and blocked the dagger in her hand: "Calm down!"

Quietly, he put his arm around Yan Hao's shoulder and treated him like a big wooden stake. With him as the center of gravity, he "flyed" over lightly like a butterfly flying through flowers and trees. Yan Hao grabbed it with his backhand, but the girl was like a piece of paper.

The same thing, lightly gliding across his fingers. She quietly passed over his shoulder, raised the dagger, and stabbed it straight at the top of Yang Ping's head.

Yan Hao yelled, expecting to see a scene of blood splattering three feet away. Unexpectedly, Yang Ping just raised his hand lightly and grabbed the wrist that was quietly holding the knife.

The dagger quietly fell to the ground. Yang Ping held a cigarette in his mouth and put one hand behind his back. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her to the ground. There was a crisp sound of "click" in Yan Hao's ears, and the hair on his back stood up. It was too late.

Thinking carefully, he rushed forward to catch Qing Qing with both hands. The girl who was as light as paper just now was turned into a sledgehammer by Yang Ping. Yan Hao's hands sank, and his shoulder joints almost came off, and he was knocked two or three meters away by her in embarrassment.

Far away, he sat down on the ground and quietly used it as a meat cushion.

Qi Qi's wrist was broken and hanging limply. She was trembling with pain and curled up into a ball.

Yan Hao looked at Yang Ping in horror - he had been practicing kung fu since he was a child and always thought he was among the masters. He had challenged Yu Lanchuan and been hunted down by Gan Qing. He felt that these neighbors were more powerful than him, but they were just ordinary powerful ones.

No one had ever given him such fear.

The skinny and small man in front of him seemed to hide an inhuman monster, using some unknown power.

Yang Ping looked at them condescendingly, and because he won so easily, he seemed a little pleasant.

He bent down and asked quietly: "Little girl, let me ask you, who told you that the death of your family member back then had something to do with me?"

The long hair quietly fell down from the temples. After a while, it was already soaked in cold sweat. She raised her head from the gap in the hair, revealing a pair of frightening eyes. Yan Hao felt her body suddenly tense up and opened her mouth.

A bunch of cold light spurted out and headed towards Yang Pingping's door.

Yan Hao didn't realize what it was at first, so he followed the quiet gaze in a daze and saw Yang Ping leaning to the side in embarrassment, leaving scratch-like wounds on his face and neck.

Yan Hao was dumbfounded - the legendary "innuendo" of holding a concealed weapon in his mouth and spraying it out actually existed!

He had seen it in stories when he was a child and had doubts countless times. What should he do if he accidentally sprayed it out while talking with this thing in his mouth?

Now he finally got the answer - because he never spoke!

Just when he was thinking about running for the train, Qin Qing jumped up from his arms and sprayed several fine needles into her mouth. While Yang Ping was dodging in embarrassment, she rolled on the spot and picked up the dagger she had dropped.

, rowed towards Yang Ping's knees, Yang Ping, whose center of gravity was unstable, did not avoid it...

No, he didn't hide on purpose!

Yang Ping just raised his leg slightly, and the sharp dagger hit his calf with a "clang" sound. Yang Ping's leg didn't even bend - there was something in his trouser leg! The dagger tore the trouser leg, exposing the metal support inside.

It was this thing that stretched out the shape of his pants, making him look no different from ordinary people except for being a little lame.

Yan Hao was dumbfounded - how thin do his legs have to be? How bent should they be?

"Find and die!" Yang Ping slapped Quietly down.

She quietly raised her dagger with one hand to block, but before she could raise her hand, the blade was caught between the opponent's fingers. She heard the strong wind, and it was too late to let go and dodge. Yang Ping kicked her in the abdomen.

Quietly, half of her body was so painful that she lost consciousness. This kick kicked her down from her half-kneeling position. Before she could recover, her throat was strangled by a hand.

Yang Ping lowered his voice and laughed sadly: "I want you to squirt again."

Yan Hao didn't bother to study what kind of freak Yang Ping was, so he jumped up and hit Yang Ping from behind.

Yang Ping didn't look back, he turned slightly to avoid the front with great precision. This operation was like a millimeter-level operation. Yan Hao immediately felt that it was useless to apply force in any direction. He was not a trouble-making person, and he only wanted to fight with others.

Inexperienced, the shell got stuck very subtly. Yang Ping used the secret in his hand as a weapon, picked her up and threw her at Yan Hao.

Yan Hao threw himself into the rat trap, fearing that he would damage Qiu Qiu, so he quickly relaxed his muscles and was knocked back three steps. Qiu Qiu's face was congested, and his hands and feet seemed to have begun to cramp.

Yan Hao took a deep breath, opened his throat and prepared to shout: "Help——"

But before he could finish shouting for help, he was hit with a sap on the back. The man in a suit who was being followed by the two of them just now took advantage of his attention being focused on the terrifying Yang Ping, found a stick from somewhere, and launched a sneak attack with a sure and sharp attack.

Yan Hao's vision went dark, he knelt down with a "pop" sound, and almost broke off the story.

"Yan in front of the hall?" Yang Pingpi raised the corner of his mouth with a smile, "Oh, you are such a stupid guy, one generation is worse than the other."

As he spoke, he looked at the unconscious Qiang Qing in his hand. He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly veins appeared on the back of his hand - the veins on people's hands are generally green, and some people with particularly white skin will turn blue, but Yang Ping's hands

The protruding veins were a turbid purple color.

Yan Hao desperately tried to hold on to his darkened vision and tried to get up, but his limbs seemed to have lost contact with the central nervous system and would not obey his orders.

quietly……

At this moment, a siren suddenly sounded. The man in a suit who attacked Yan Hao was startled and dropped his stick. The man felt guilty and shrank and subconsciously wanted to run away. Even Yang Ping's hand relaxed involuntarily, and the air

It flowed quietly into her throat from the gap, and she coughed heartbreakingly.

However, Yang Ping did not panic - sirens are usually installed on police cars, but he did not hear the sound of the car: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?!"

What answered him was a stone, which flew out from a very tricky angle and hit his hand that was holding Qingqing. Yang Ping ducked sideways. At the same time, something whizzed towards the direction he was dodging, and it happened to be missed.

His head - it was a men's coat, covering Yang Ping's body, as if a big quilt was covering him in the air, covering his whole body. Someone took advantage of his sight being blocked and hit Yang Ping's arm with a stick

, forcing him to let go and snatching Qiu Qing.

Yang Ping angrily pulled his coat off his body and saw Yu Lanchuan three steps away.

He had been coveting Baiyi for a long time, so of course he recognized this "Little Master Yu".

Yang Ping: "You?"

"It's not a pretense." Yu Lanchuan carefully placed Qianqiu on the ground and put away the alarm that simulated the sound of a police siren. "It was a rehearsal in advance. The police said they would be here soon."

Yang Ping covered his arm where he had hit him with a stick, and suddenly sneered: "I've heard a long time ago that the old Yu family has a strange flower... Ha! Yang Qing, Yang Qing, he was so picky about me back then.

He has a high vision, so it's normal for him to look down on me. I've been waiting to see what kind of successor he can find..."

Yu Lanchuan carried the club he brought out casually, his eyebrows unmoving, and he did not feel embarrassed to call the police: "You're too polite, I don't dare to take it seriously, at least I look a little more humane than you."

The smile on Yang Ping's face gradually faded.

"Master Xiao Yu," he gritted his teeth slightly and said, "You are so valuable. You have bought eighty-yuan insurance for your whole body, right? I advise you, stay away. Don't turn around and splash mud and blood on you. It's not good.

wash."

Yu Lanchuan took off his glasses and placed them next to Qin Qin. He glanced at the little girl's swollen wrist and said, "Okay, thank you. I don't want to do anything, so let's find a place to sit down and chat, and wait for the police."

Come to mediate the grievances between you two. It just so happens that they are also looking for..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ping suddenly took action and slapped Yu Lanchuan on the ear with a feint. At the same time, a gust of wind swept past him, trying to escape.

Yu Lanchuan swung the golf club like the Xiaoxiang Sword, and blocked Yang Ping's path in front of him. Yang Ping snorted, and his black and purple claws stretched out from under the club, hitting it like a poisonous soldering iron.

On Yu Lanchuan's chest, the club in Yu Lanchuan's hand rotated flexibly, hooking and lifting, and rolled up Yang Ping's wrist.

Yang Ping didn't bother to dodge at all. His thin wrist bones seemed to be made of iron, and the metal club made a loud noise. The two people started to fight in a very small space. Yang Ping's hands were getting faster and faster, almost in vain.

Shadow, Yu Lanchuan always considered himself to be a "technical stream" when fighting with others, but this was the first time he was forced to be so confused. What was even more frightening was that the club collided with the person's hand, and the opponent seemed not to know what pain was. His mouth and wrist

But it had already begun to hurt, so I could only retreat subconsciously.

Yu Lanchuan's heel hit something hard, and he had already retreated to the corner——

"You and the police?" Yang Ping slapped him, and Yu Lanchuan dodged with his face. He clearly didn't touch him, but his face and ears on that side felt burning pain, as if he had been slapped, and the cement brick wall was actually loose.

, the rustling dust flew up, Yu Lanchuan thrust the club forward, and stabbed Yang Ping in the lower abdomen with a "sword". Yang Ping shrank suddenly, grabbed the other end of the club, and said with a sneer, "

Can you keep me?"

Yang Ping said, and quickly pushed the club down. Yu Lanchuan's wrist was pinned by the club. He did not compete with Yang Ping, and immediately let go of his hand. The moment the club bounced, he swept the club with his kick.

He kicked him and flew into the sky, but was caught by someone's hand.

The man answered: "Who knows, maybe."

Gan Qing carried Yu Lanchuan's golf club and walked slowly from the other side of the alley. She was wearing a mask and hood, like a dark cloud floating over.

Yang Ping finally showed a strange look on his face: "Wei..."

"You admitted the wrong person," Gan Qing walked over slowly, kicked Yan Hao who had just gotten up, and handed the club and taxi receipt to Yu Lanchuan, "Leader, why are you running so fast? Don't forget it when you get back.
To be continued...