"Fuck. Phew! You two sent him to the hospital. I want to see what this bastard is capable of?"
He Yong pointed at the two strong men, and then squinted his eyes to look at the Qingjing Taoist priest who was still reading.
Two strong men carried the two injured young men away to the hospital. He Yong walked up to Taoist Qingjing with narrowed eyes.
"Is it on the same road as your Excellency?"
He Yong was slightly surprised and suspicious when he saw that the Taoist priest was calm and composed.
He's not really a big shot on the road, is he?
"I'm just a Taoist priest who just came down from the mountain. You don't have to worry about beating me to death or retaliation."
Qingjing seemed to see through He Yong's thoughts. He closed the book gently, carefully put the book into the cloth pocket of his robe, and then took out a jar from the cloth pocket.
When Wang Tao saw Qingjing take out the jar, his eyes shrank slightly, and there was a look in his eyes that was indeed the case.
It seems that the people from the Xuekui Gang have already arrived in Qushui City, but for some reason they have never gone to the Shen family to take revenge.
Haha! This Blood Sunflower Sect is really a dog-skin plaster, killing one of them will bring a whole bunch of them.
While Wang Tao was thinking, He Yong looked ugly, as if his dignity had been provoked.
He gritted his teeth and shouted at his men.
"Come on all of them and beat them to death."
As his words fell, several sturdy people behind him walked towards Qingjing with sinister smiles on their faces.
"Tsk. Just a bunch of rabble. They are vulnerable."
As he spoke, he dropped the jar in his hand to the ground. The jar shattered and a faint black mist flew out from inside.
Others couldn't see clearly, but Wang Tao could see it clearly. Where was the black fog? It was clearly tiny ant-like flying insects circling in groups.
The flying insects quickly flew towards He Yong and others, and were quickly sucked into the stomachs of everyone on the field except Wang Tao.
"Ahem, what is this? Ahem, ah! My throat?"
The person closest to him suddenly covered his throat and screamed, the pain on his face undisguised.
The second person, take three people...
"Ahem, cough, cough, what did you do?"
He Yong held his throat and widened his eyes with disbelief on his face.
"Put poison?"
When he thought of this possibility, his face turned ugly.
"Hahaha, you disturbed Mr. Tao's interest. How can you, a bunch of scum, dare to interfere with Mr. Tao's business without paying the price?"
When Qingjing saw several people holding their throats and moaning in pain, his face became even more excited.
"Don't worry, you won't die. If you bite through your trachea, these little things will run away."
Qingjing said that she was about to go downstairs, and people moved out of the way wherever she went.
Wang Tao hid behind the crowd, watching these gangsters wailing in pain, feeling calm in his heart.
Just as Qingjing came downstairs, suddenly the sound of a police car came, and the sound became louder and louder. It seemed that they were coming here.
His expression changed, he hesitated for a while, then turned back, and then jumped out of the window upstairs.
They came to seek revenge from the Shen family, and their whereabouts could not be exposed until the second elder arrived.
Wang Tao had a strange look on his face, hesitated for a moment, and was about to follow him when suddenly a group of soldiers with guns and live ammunition rushed up quickly.
"Hands up, don't move."
Wang Tao's face was stunned, and he suddenly realized something was wrong.
I hesitated a little and felt depressed.
These frivolous officers and soldiers must have arrived too quickly.
At this time, the officers and soldiers separated and a heroic female police officer came over.
Not such a coincidence, right?
Wang Tao was slightly startled when he saw An Ruolan, who also blinked and stared at Wang Tao in disbelief.
Hey! Isn’t this the beggar son-in-law of the Shen family? Why is he here?
Illegal trading? Gangs?
An Ruolan's face turned cold, she gently put away the pistol and walked towards Wang Tao.
"Wait a minute. Don't come over yet?"
Wang Tao raised his palm to An Ruolan to signal her to stop. There were still Gu insects left by Qingjing in this area. If they were sucked into the throat, they would definitely be worse than dead.
"What's the meaning?"
An Ruolan asked doubtfully.
"It's poisonous here."
Wang Tao pointed to He Yong and others who were still rolling on the ground and howling miserably.
"oh."
An Ruolan nodded, snapped his fingers behind him, and his apprentice Hu Dameng handed over a gas mask with a flattering smile.
Several other soldiers also came over wearing gas masks. After checking the injured people, they all looked frightened.
This man's cruelty was really too vicious.
"Bring all the women and guests here to the bureau for interrogation, and bring the injured for treatment."
An Ruolan said, pointing at Wang Tao emphatically.
Wang Tao followed An Ruolan and others downstairs, and saw Xiao Hong with a hood on her head being pulled out by the police.
"Don't, don't. So I'm actually catching the train?"
Wang Tao looked ugly and took out the ticket from his pocket in a panic.
I am a mighty martial arts saint, but if I am found out in a place like this, I will lose my old face.
"Yes, I rushed to get off the train too. The ticket is in my wallet."
As soon as Wang Tao finished speaking, he saw several police officers dragging out a middle-aged man from a small room. The middle-aged man was only wearing underpants and handed the ticket to the police officers in a panic.
"Take them all away."
An Ruolan glared at Wang Tao with an unkind expression, then turned away without even looking at him.
"This is my first time. Someone named Fifth Aunt tricked me..."
"I'm wronged! I'm not yet an adult. It's my first time to travel far away and I don't know anything. I just wanted to live in a hotel, but I was deceived into coming here. I'm wronged."
As soon as Wang Tao finished speaking, he was interrupted by the shouts of a fat man coming out of another room.
"Shut up, what's the ghost's name?"
An Ruolan said as she drew out her baton, the fat man almost collapsed to the ground in fright.
"What did you want to say just now?"
An Ruolan turned to look at Wang Tao.
Wang Tao opened his mouth and glanced at the fat man who was being taken away angrily.
"I'm actually looking for inspiration, I'm..."
"You must be mistaken. I am actually a street writer. I often come here to find inspiration when I can't write a plot. But I really don't do anything. If you don't believe me, you can ask the people here. They all
Do you know me?"
This time, a man with glasses interrupted Wang Tao loudly. He was pale and had heavy dark circles under his eyes. At first glance, he looked like the kind of street writer who stayed up late and updated 10,000 words a day.
"Is what he said true?"
An Ruolan stopped a young lady and asked.
The young lady glanced at the man with glasses and nodded heavily.
"Since you said you are a writer, which website do you write on and what is your pen name?"
"I'm reading the pagoda. My pen name used to be Chen Xi, but then it became unpopular. The fortune teller asked me to change my pen name, and the eight-handled ink knife didn't have much popularity, so I changed my name to Six Realms and Four Paths. Recently, I used two pots of sake."
"Master, I just checked and it is indeed true."
Hu Dameng took his mobile phone and checked what the man with glasses said, and then handed it to An Ruolan.
"Go away! You writers who stay up all night coding, I heard that you are prone to sudden death, please pay more attention to exercise in the future."
An Ruolan waved her hand, and the man with glasses looked ecstatic. He stretched out his hand to pull up his pants, tightened his belt, and then ran away.