The coachman brought a square bamboo stool and placed it on the ground. Yang Guanxian supported the carriage and stepped on it. A skinny migrant worker ran over. When he saw Yang Guanxian getting on the car, he shouted anxiously: "Master, Master, help me!"
Yang Guanxian looked at him: "What?"
The migrant worker pointed behind him: "The stone slab over there suddenly fell down and hit my brother! Please bring some people to help me quickly! Carry him out!"
Yang Guanxian frowned: "That's not bad!"
He turned back to look at the coachman: "Go and call some helpers, let's go take a look first."
He turned around and got off the square bamboo bench, and followed the migrant workers with his two followers and two thugs.
The streets were still full of people, but everyone was busy with their own business and all were exhausted.
Yang Guanxian followed the migrant workers as they walked along an excavated dirt road. There was banging and banging all the way, and the sound of banging bricks and prying stones was all around.
A migrant worker carrying a load walked across the front and looked at Yang Guanxian and the others casually.
After he was out of sight of Yang Guanxian and the others, he quickened his pace and ran away.
Quan Jiuwei led people to ambush in the dark alley. As soon as the migrant workers passed by, he said: "Brother Quan, plus that damn fat man, there are five people here in total!"
The subordinates behind Quan Jiuwei looked at each other. Counting the one who was looking for someone, there were eight of them in total.
One person said: "Brother Quan, that damn fat guy is too fat and we are too thin. He can beat several of us alone..."
After a while, Quan Jiuwei said in a cold voice: "We are not looking for a fight with them, we are just here to kill people."
He turned back to look at the people behind him and lowered his voice: "We have a great chance of winning this time. As long as he is unaware, kill him with one knife and run away immediately!"
"Yeah!" Everyone nodded.
"Go, hide them all."
This road was particularly difficult to walk, and Yang Guanxian had nowhere to stay.
Finally, I followed the migrant workers to a dark alley, and sure enough, a hand was pinned under a stone slab.
Yang Guanxian hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up, it's okay, go and save people!"
The two followers and two men behind him immediately followed the migrant workers leading the way. There was another migrant worker hiding behind Yang Guanxian. He clenched the knife in his hand and was about to stab Yang Guanxian in the neck. Yang Guanxian suddenly turned around and walked out of the dark alley.
He walked over and said angrily: "Call a few people over and take your time!"
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a bright light, and Yang Guanxian looked subconsciously and saw a dagger stabbing directly into his face.
In a panic, Yang Guanxian hurriedly raised his hand to fight.
When the two followers and two subordinates heard the noise, they were frightened and immediately ran after him to help him. One of the followers suddenly screamed and was stabbed in one fell swoop, and several migrant killers sprang out from the darkness.
The knife in Quan Jiuwei's hand stabbed directly at Yang Guanxian. Yang Guanxian screamed strangely and raised his hands to hit him randomly, up and down, from head to head, screaming, his arms were so fast that he couldn't see the shape, and because he was injured, he was in a mess.
Splashing blood.
Quan Jiuwei stabbed again, and when he was about to get close to Yang Guanxian's body, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Quan Jiuwei immediately looked up and saw that it was the old man he had seen inside the west city gate early this morning.
"It's you!" Quan Jiuwei glared at him.
The old man grabbed Quan Jiuwei's wrist and kicked the other migrant worker away.
There was a scream behind him, Quan Jiuwei hurriedly turned around, and the several migrant killers who followed him all fell to the ground almost at the same time, covering their mouths and noses, and there were nosebleeds under their palms.
There was another old man. He was leaning over to help one of Yang Guanxian's men and check the wounds on his body.
Quan Jiuwei shouted: "Who are you!"
Yang Guanxian stopped. He had already recorded all his exercise for a year. He was breathing heavily, almost out of breath. He opened his eyes and looked at the old man holding the Quanjiu Dimension.
Quan Jiuwei struggled hard, but the old man looked skinny, but his hands were very strong.
"Let go!" Quan Jiuwei kicked him.
The old man immediately let go, and Quan Jiuwei was thrown out by him.
Quan Jiuwei quickly got up and pointed the dagger in his hand at them: "Who are you!"
The old man had been smiling playfully at him in the morning, but now his eyes were full of contempt: "Chong Menhui taught him really well. A good baby boy was taught to be neither a human nor a ghost."
Quan Jiuwei cautiously took a step back. Although he couldn't guess the origin of this old man, he could vaguely guess what kind of person he was.
As for this kind of people, even if Chong Menhui comes, he can't afford to offend him.
"Ouch!" Yang Guanxian suddenly held his belly, "Ouch, ouch!"
The old man looked at him and was shocked: "You were stabbed in the stomach!"
"Ouch!
"Yang Guanxian suddenly couldn't stand while holding his bloody belly, and fell next to the bumpy mud pit, "Ouch!"
Shopkeeper Hu was coming with people. He was shocked when he saw this situation. He first ordered one person to go back and call Xia Zhaoyi, and he speeded up and brought the remaining people over.
The old man hurriedly checked Yang Guanxian's wounds and asked him to let go.
Yang Guanxian screamed in pain and was so nervous that his whole body convulsed and he did not dare to let go.
Quan Jiuwei's eyebrows were cold and he stared at the old man's back tightly, holding the knife in his hand tightly.
The old man on the other side briefly dealt with Yang Guanxian's men, then stood up and walked over.
Just when Quan Jiuwei was about to put his idea into practice, his hand was blocked by someone for an instant. Quan Jiuwei raised his head and slapped him on the face with a "pop" sound.
Quan Jiuwei was furious: "How dare you hit me."
He slashed at the old man, but his hand was blocked again and he was slapped again.
Quan Jiuwei's head was slapped. He spit out a mouthful of thick blood and went to chop again.
Another slap in the face.
He cuts again.
Another slap in the face.
All his attacks were like hitting a pile of cotton. The opponent stood indifferently the whole time and only moved two arms. One blocked and neutralized his strength, while the other hand was used to hit him in the face.
After another slap in the face, Quan Jiuwei's face was covered with blood, and he leaned against the dilapidated brick wall behind him. His head was dizzy, and the old man in front of him turned into four double images.
He tremblingly raised the knife again.
The old man did not consider the possibility that he could no longer lift the knife at all. The slap that was due was not late, nor did his strength decrease. It was still a loud slap.
With a "pop" sound, Quan Jiuwei could no longer hold the weapon in his hand and fell to the ground.
Shopkeeper Hu first ordered people to carry several of Yang Guanxian's men away. As for Yang Guanxian, it was difficult to carry Yang Guanxian from the door to the upstairs. It was not easy to walk all the way. Shopkeeper Hu's head hurt just thinking about it.
After a pause, after realizing what the two words she said meant, everyone immediately made a swish sound and quickly looked at the old man in front of Quan Jiuwei.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, as if they had seen something divine.
The old man was wearing the most ordinary simple clothes, with a slim and tall figure. Hearing the words, he turned around, with his right hand behind his back, and looked at the girl who came in a hurry with an expressionless face.
