Wu Ming's words attracted a lot of attention, fear, doubt, and surprise.

"Hehe, are you afraid!" Wu Ming looked around proudly, and became more and more arrogant. "The hero Wang is a great hero who is not afraid of heaven and earth. He has no say in his kung fu. It is not in vain to live in this world if he is with him."

"What do you think? I don't believe me." Wu Ming patted the bag on the table, "I'm accused of being a vain. When Wang Daxia saw it, he will definitely like it."

"What good thing is it?" The follower sitting next to the two businessmen suddenly said, "Can we open our eyes?" The voice was crisp, obviously in the northern accent.

Wu Ming turned around and looked at it for a while, walked over with a smile, getting closer, and smelled a faint smell of women in his nose, but it was definitely not the inferior powder smell. If he hadn't been with Huang Yushuang for two days, Wu Ming wouldn't have noticed these.

"Little brother." Wu Ming patted the follower's shoulder with malicious intentions. He frowned as he looked at the follower's thin eyebrows and couldn't help but smile, his mouth almost leaned against his ears, and said clearly, "My bag is filled with Japanese hearts and lungs. Do you want to see?"

"No, don't look." The young follower moved his body in disgust and turned his head.

"Hahahaha." Wu Ming turned around and walked back with a big laugh, saying contemptuously as he walked: "Little girl, she still dares to hang out."

A businessman couldn't help it, staring at him and pretending to get up, but was stopped by the eyes of his companions and followers. He sat down angrily and started to eat.

Wu Ming paid attention to the actions of the three people on the other table in the corner of his eyes. The guy who was not exposed was even more worried. He couldn't tell what it was. He stood there and listened carefully, and communicated with each other with his eyes.

Wu Ming walked back to the table and sat down, lit a cigarette leisurely and looked at the people in the house with his legs raised. The people in the house stopped staring at him. The room fell into silence.

Seeing that he was not paying attention, Wu Ming suddenly put his head close to Lei Ying and said in a very low voice: "Go to Qinglonggou, someone can cure your father's leg injury. WAN."

Lei Ying was startled and looked up at Wu Ming in disbelief.

Wu Ming smiled slightly and said softly again: "I don't recognize me anymore. I'm the guy who exchanged my wife for sunglasses in the temple fair." After that, he stood up, carried his bag and said loudly: "Damn, I've said too much. Someone may report that the Japanese devils are coming to capture me tonight. Hehe, I'll leave overnight."

"No!" The middle-aged businessman frowned when he saw Wu Ming strode out, "I think you are too careful."

"Safety first." Wu Ming turned around and curled his lips, "Who knows if there is a bastard who has broken his conscience and sold me to the Japanese for a few rewards, especially a smiling tiger like you. I won't let it go.

Wu Ming pushed open the store door and walked out without looking back. He sneered and walked quickly towards a path. If there were really no one who knew how to follow him, I would destroy you. I would see where you guys came from.

Seeing Wu Ming leaving, the people in the room had different expressions. The shopkeeper and the guys breathed a sigh of relief. Now there was no need to worry that this young man attracted the Japanese. The people at the two tables showed an anxious look on their faces and frequently communicated with their eyes.

The two businessmen and followers looked at each other and nodded, which significantly accelerated the speed of eating.

The three people on the other table stood up and walked backwards. In a short while, they all walked out with their bags on their backs.

"We are leaving, we are going to settle the accounts," one of them handed the money to the shopkeeper.

"Why? Can't stop?" the shopkeeper asked in confusion.

"Can't stop." The man smiled reluctantly and explained: "It's better to have less trouble than more. That guy might cause something else. We don't want to be implicated."

"Okay!" The shopkeeper shook his head helplessly, reached out to grab the abacus, and was interrupted after pulling it twice.

"Don't need to find any extra money." The man waved his hand generously, "Just see if you have enough money."

"Enough, enough." The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly.

The three of them turned around and hurriedly walked out, and with the guidance of the guys outside the house, they followed the path Wu Ming was walking.

"Our small business cannot withstand the tossing." The middle-aged businessman stood up and said when he saw the person who looked like a follower put down his chopsticks.

"Yes!" Another businessman agreed with understanding: "Let's go quickly, if you are entangled by the Japanese, it will be troublesome."

"You are leaving too?" The shopkeeper asked with some depression, cursing Wu Ming fiercely. It was all this guy who made trouble, and the customers were scared away one by one. This would make a lot of money!

Lei Ying slowly ate the buns, carefully recalling what Wu Ming said before leaving, suddenly remembering something, and couldn't help but scream softly.

"Ying'er, what's wrong?" Lei Mingshan turned his head and asked with concern.

"Nothing?" Lei Ying concealed her joy and said perfunctorily: "I accidentally bit my tongue. Let's eat quickly, have breakfast and have a rest. We have to hurry up tomorrow!"

"Forget it!" Lei Mingshan shook his head sadly, "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven, so there is no need to worry about finding a doctor. Let's go home!"

"Just listen to me!" Lei Ying pushed the noodle soup to his father and comforted him: "I have already thought of a doctor, let's try it again at the end!"

Lei Mingshan sighed softly, picked up the noodle soup and started drinking it.

Wu Ming walked forward like an enclave. The dry grass and trees in front gradually increased. The stars and moon in the sky were covered by dark clouds, and the darkness was as if it was about to press over the head.

At a fork, Wu Ming walked to a small tree, tore a strip of cloth from his torn clothes, hung it on the fork of the small tree, leaving a mark for the guy chasing him. Then he hid in a small dirt pit next to the road, pulled some weeds and branches covering his head, holding the wreck gun and waiting quietly.
Chapter completed!