Bai Wei was not willing to listen, and her tears fell down her tears: "No! I told them not to leave, I can't watch them hurt outside."

"Listen, Bai Miantang may be a politically wanted political criminal now. Maybe he is still a criminal murderer. Now the situation in the sect is chaotic and I can't figure out the situation. We must deal with this matter immediately and leave here immediately, and then later."

I covered Bai Wei's head and cried silently. I also knew that his mother's words were very reasonable.

I hugged Bai Wei and said, "Bai Wei, don't cry, then Jintang is not alone, I will take good care of her, don't worry."

Miantang heard what he said in his drowsiness, and he really wanted to leave immediately, but he had no strength in his whole body and could not move. He fell asleep again in a daze.

The worst time of this year's typhoon has passed, with only the slanting wind and drizzle left. Where the headlights pass, the traces of fighting in the storm have disappeared, and it seems like a dream.

The next morning.

The faint morning mist fell, the noise of the city, the sun rose again, the river still flowed eastward, only the broken branches and leaves scattered in the soil, telling yesterday's story, all the tragic memories of wind and rain were left to the land of suffering, several dilapidated huts on the beach of Shanghai were destroyed by the heavy rain last night, and there were tens of thousands of beggar corpses on the city road, which was just a casual scratch on the city's already numb nerves, including Na Jintang and I'm yesterday's pursuit.

Miantang woke up in the morning and first saw that Bai Wei, who was sleeping well, seemed very tired, and was snoring softly in junior high school. He could only raise his hand and saw that gauze was wrapped around his legs. There was a syringe and scattered potion at the head of the bed. He picked up and looked at the English label, recognized Panicillin and glucose, and knew that he had received good treatment. He found a white shirt on the head of the bed. He was tall and short, but he could still wear it. He put it gently and pushed the door downstairs.

In a dressing gown and a glass of red wine, Bai Zhengchang sat alone in the living room.

He seemed to have just rushed back from outside, with his dark circles at the moment, and his skin looked dull, which was far from the usual mental temperament. In fact, he had to sleep peacefully all night, so how could he sleep peacefully? Although he was also a figure in both business and political circles, he also had the ability to turn hands into clouds and turn hands into rain. For the current situation, he was a little powerless.

He looked at Miantang and quickly stood up and said seriously: "Have you assassinated Wang Yayan?"

"No, my father was assassinated."

"Don't you really know? The whole Shanghai beach is about to cause a sensation. Brother Wang asked someone to assassinate last night. It's rumored that it was your Miantang."

Bai Yachang handed him a piece of news, which reads, as mentioned above: Wang Yachang was assassinated last night and was seriously injured and was hospitalized. The big news!

Bang! The crystal cup fell on the coffee table and rolled down the ground again, and it also cracked, and a bright red leaf quickly soaked in the carpet.

"There are rumors in the world that your Jintang was assassinated by you. And it was news from your sect. Last night when I was at the train station, I heard someone say that all the halls of the sect would speak overnight. Anyone who killed Jintang could be the eldest brother. Now the whole Shanghai is sensation. Your sect has already determined that you are a killer, and the entire community is in the group to settle the score. Wang Song is still in the hospital now, and you can't even wash it even if you jump into the Yellow River."

The Jintang thunder thunder thunder thunder stood for a while before he asked loudly: "Which hospital is he in?"

"You must not be on the road or on the police. Even if you can explain it, the sect will not spare you easily."

"Tell me where he is!" Na Jintang couldn't listen to anything and asked sternly.

Bai Zhengchang patted Miantang's nervous shoulder and said, "I have guessed it long ago that you can't do these things. You father and son have a deep affection. Brother Wang didn't raise you in vain. You father and son will definitely be reconciled as before. Yes, what's the surname doesn't matter, it's important to have the word "love and friendship". Brother Wang, the old guy, wouldn't leave like this."

Bai Wei shook her desperately and shook him: "Now Jintang please wake up. Have you not figured it out yet? You are already known to everyone now. Someone wants to take the opportunity to kill you. We believe that Mr. Wang was not hurt by you, but so many people were angry. The old man's eyes were unconscious again. No one believed you. Let's go quickly. Haven't you planned it? Let's go together."

Unconscious, unconscious. How is my father doing? Miantang was already scared by these four words.

"Brother Wang was shot twice last night and is still being rescued." Bai Zhengchang said with difficulty.

Jintang was covered in sweat, his hair was standing up, and his father was shot twice! Although his heart was not good, his body and adaptability were still first-class. He must have been shot by someone familiar and extremely trusted, so he would lose the minimum defense ability. He felt that the sky was falling and the earth was sinking. He held the wall so that he would not fall down. However, the stars in front of him stopped flying. He roared, opened his white hair and ran out.

He was going to run through the long corridor, jump down two stairs, and go straight to the gate. He had only one idea, and he was going to see his father in the hospital.

I hugged Miantang tightly: "Don't go first, let's go together."

Miantang suddenly felt that his steps were so heavy that it was too much to face it again. For the first time, he discovered that he was fragile. After leaving his adoptive father and that family, he suddenly lost his goal of life.

Bai Zhengchang said: "The top priority is that we must know what the real news is for? Who releases such news? The only way to find Xiao Aqiao and ask her the deepest insider information."

I didn't expect that there was such a person in Shanghai. I was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Who is Xiao Aqiao? I'll go find her right away."

Na Miantang said: "The only woman among the 12 Taibaobaos in Shanghai is called Da Ajie - Xiao Aqiao. If Da Ajie is willing to help, it would be a good idea to find out the insider of the incident soon. But the problem is that this person is a famous person with a strange temperament. He has no conditions for help. If he is unwilling to help, it is useless to hold a knife on his neck. No one can go against his temperament. So, I think it is useless to find him, and she will not help me..."

"Who made you ever let others down? Other people's love for them is deeply rooted..." It's time, Bai Zhengchang is not expecting to make a joke in Miantang, perhaps to ease the tense atmosphere on the scene.

I scooped Miantang aside, and Miantang flickered: "Don't look for it, I will solve it myself."

I said anxiously: "Who is this? Where is she? I will go find her right away. If I don't try it, how can I know it won't be possible? Even if she wants that young master, it is also one of the methods."

Bai Zhengchang looked at me meaningfully, shook his head and said, "You may not be suitable for going there now..." I really wanted a sharp-eyed eye, but I still begged: "Uncle, I beg you, when is it now? Don't beat around the bush when you speak?"

Bai Zhengchang finally said righteously: "Yes, Xiao Aqiao hasn't been in touch for a long time, but if you want to be well-informed, the gambling house is not as good as a teahouse, but the teahouse is not as good as a brothel. The truth is lies, but the love words are not as good as a love word. The east and west winds are better than the pillow wind. He is in charge of all the yellow industries in Shanghai, and he is a veritable president of Huaguo. From Changyaoer to Zhanjie, he is controlled by this person. The runners and the madams in all kinds of teahouses are the best sources of news. The underworld and Bai Dao have not looked for her, but the little sister treats her equally and gives her as much as she wants to give her face. If she doesn't want to give her face, the Heavenly King, I don't give her any people."

I was stunned, worried that I was not in a position and asked, "Who is the right person to go?"

"you!"

"I?"

"Your appearance is, first of all, because of your relationship with Mian'er, at least she wants to have the urge to kill you to silence her. But as long as you deal with things well, maybe bad things can be done as good things, you will always stimulate her."

“…”

"Secondly, you will get used to and be good at kitchen knives, because before meeting Xiao Aqiao, you will meet her four top cards first. This is also the legendary "Four Beauties of Flower Country" - they are all like fairies and have amazing skills. Although they are all females, many old people are "defeated" in their hands. You can still resist a few and fight for a chance."

“…”

Miantang vetoed: "No, it's very dangerous outside. Mao Jiujiu can't go there. I will arrange the rest of the matters. Please don't worry, Uncle Bai."

It was not until noon that I got back and found out that I only heard the news, and I only talked about the dry mouth. It turned out that Song Da had become the head of the sect and was in charge of the hall.

Bai's mother jumped up and cursed: "How is it possible for me to give it away? It must be him who framed you, otherwise why would he kill so many brothers? Why did he become a disciple so soon? Let's take it back."

Na Jintang sighed infinitely: "Forget it, if it were Song Da, he was determined and had so many traps left to let me get into it. Even the charge of murdering the old man was counted on me. I admit defeat, I lost nothing to say. He knew my weakness too well, the king of the success, the loser of the enemy, I gave him this place, I don't want brothers to kill each other and let others see a bigger joke."

His eyes were as sharp as a torch, but his voice was bitter, staring at my face: "Mao Jiujiu, do you want to go with me? Or stay in Shanghai?"

I don't like this kind of scrutiny. I bit my lip, took his hand, and said, "Together..." I was anxious, but stuttered. In the end, I spread my hands and simply didn't say it. Life was at stake, but water vapor was still gathering in my eyes.

I dare to act and take responsibility on weekdays, but now the wetness in my eyes makes my eyes hurt so hard that it hurts, but I dare not raise my hand to wipe it. Because once I wipe it, there will be more and more.

Bai Wei was righteous, had difficulties and shared blessings. Jin Chang repeated Bai Wei's words and thought about it carefully.

Bai'er stood up and looked at the air, bursting out the anger accumulated over the middle of the night: "Song Da, you bastard, you want Renshe, you want Fengleitang, why didn't you tell Xunmian'er earlier? Mian'er will definitely give in. Why? Why should you treat this way? You are good brothers."

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Chapter completed!