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Chapter 490 The mountain is not high

"Pangpang, you are so efficient, you should give me a signal." After Xiang Que got out of the car, the two people who were unprepared were all knocked down by Wang Xuanzhen, his movements were very crisp and agile.

"Then, I'll hit them in the face, and I'll beat their heads into dog's heads." Wang Xuanzhen bent down and picked up the baseball bat that the opponent had dropped from the ground, throwing it to Xiang Que.

Each of the two men held a baseball bat, and they hit the two people on the ground like raindrops. The people on the ground screamed, and the seams in their bones hurt like needles.

Qiu Han didn't expect that the other party would strike without any warning, and he would do it without any hesitation. Besides, they couldn't see that they were driving a Bentley. Can the person driving a Bentley be beaten at will?

Wang Xuanzhen and Xiang Que really weren't used to them. Let alone a Bentley, these two guys came in a fighter jet, so they beat them without mercy at all.

"Brother, brother, we are convinced. I will pay for the money, pay for it, can you please stop fighting?" Qiu Han covered his head and rolled on the ground, begging for mercy again and again.

"I'm telling you, people are so mean. Before the knife hit you, you thought this thing was for peeling fruit, right? Now that you know it hurts, you regret it. What did you do?" Wang Xuanzhen spat.

, waving the baseball bat in his hand, he ran towards the opponent's nose and knocked it over.

There was a crisp "click" sound and it broke.

After this beating, Wang Xuanzhen felt a little relieved. Beating the person into a dog's head was what he had to ask for.

After the beating, the two of them threw away the baseball bat. Wang Xuanzhen clapped his hands and said, "Let's go, get in the car."

The Passat was badly smashed, but it was still drivable. However, when the car was driven, air leaked from all directions and hot air poured into it.

"Baby, how's your face? Turn around and let me take a look." Wang Xuanzhen turned around and asked in distress.

"The appearance is disfigured, there is a hole," Yang Feier said angrily with tears in her eyes.

The wound on the right cheek is three centimeters long but not deep. It is no longer bleeding. If this wound is elsewhere on the body, there is no need to worry too much, but on the face, or on a woman's face, it is a bit troublesome.

, if the skin is a little delicate, it will be really easy to leave scars.

Wang Xuanzhen gritted his teeth and said comfortingly: "Don't get angry, it should heal easily. I'll buy some pig skin and stew it for you tonight to make up for it."

Yang Feier bit her lip and said, "Can that be a truth? A cut on your face from eating a pig skin tube?"

Xiang Que grinned with a headache and said, "The key is, your fat guy can't even figure out whether the eggs are from chickens. How dare you eat what he cooks for you?"

Xu Hang nodded and said: "Well, after eating, it is easy to get involved in a murder case. I think eldest sister, you should forget it."

A few minutes after the Passat drove out, Qiu Han, who was lying on the ground, covered his nose and got up. The young man next to him pointed at his nose and said: "Qiu Han, the bones... all the bones and dregs are out."

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"I fucking know, the bridge of the nose is broken... That's bullshit, okay, I have to kill these two people, and they will definitely not be able to leave Putian." Qiu Han held out a hand,

He took out the phone and made a call: "Second uncle, I had someone beat me to make me crippled, and my nose was broken."

"Ah, where are you?" the person on the phone asked: "Why do you cause trouble every day? You just behaved for a while a few days ago and something happened again? You work more to make trouble than to eat."

Qiu Han said nonchalantly: "It's just ten kilometers away from home...Second uncle, I'll go to the hospital first and help me find them. I'll kill them."

"Okay, go ahead, go ahead." The person on the phone said in a very calm tone: "Tell me the characteristics, and I will bring the person over to you in the evening."

"Black Passat, with Guangzhou license plate, three men and one woman, and their accents are from other places."

"I have convinced you, but you were beaten by a few outsiders in front of your home. It's embarrassing."

The two culprits quickly drove out of Putian city and headed straight for Meizhou Island. In fact, what they were afraid of was not the revenge of the two people they beat, but their main purpose was to rush to Xuankong Temple as soon as possible.

An hour later, at around five o'clock in the afternoon, the shabby Passat drove onto Meizhou Island. Xiang Que asked Wang Xuanzhen to slow down and asked the locals if they knew where the Hanging Temple was.

At the same time, Putian City Traffic Police Brigade and Municipal Bureau Criminal Police Team received an alarm call from a person named Qiu Shanzhong.

It only took two minutes to register the injury case, which was ridiculously efficient.

There is only one reason why the traffic police and criminal police opened the case so quickly. The Qiu family is one of the four major families in Putian, and their influence is deeply entrenched in the local area. A phone call from Qiu Shanzhong is equivalent to a greeting from the second-in-command in Putian, because Putian locals

One of his parents was named Qiu.

He is also Qiu Han's father.

After the case was filed, the surveillance of the street where the car crashed was brought out. The picture quality was very clear and you could see it clearly.

Normally speaking, the beating between Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen was a case of injury, but it was a minor cause. The main cause was the previous car accident. If Bentley hadn't forcibly changed lanes without turning, this fight would not have happened.

But the traffic police were not surprised at all. They were even used to it. This was not the first time this happened to Qiu Han. The Bentley and Porsche sports car under his name had been issued numerous violations in Putian.

Even changing lanes on a solid line is considered a minor offense. Drunk driving and running red lights occur almost every day, but these violations

Zhang Que has never been dealt with, and this is not the first time that he has hit someone after a collision with someone while driving. Even two months ago, Qiu Han broke the leg of a driver who was blocking the road.

However, in the end, the matter fell into disuse. When the other party reported the case, it was just a formality and the matter was resolved without even leaving the police station.

In the evening, near six o'clock, Xiang Que finally found out where the Xuankong Temple was after asking around. It was on the top of a hill in a remote town on Meizhou Island. The location was inconspicuous, and the name of the Xuankong Temple was also inconspicuous.

Only the nearby villagers knew about this local temple.

After driving for more than ten minutes, the Passat stopped at the bottom of the hill. Xiang Que got out of the car and raised his head to look at the top of the mountain.

There is a small temple on the top of the mountain. The temple is really not big. It looks very ordinary from the outside. The incense does not seem to be very strong. The red paint on the outer wall has faded and its original color cannot be seen. The temple door is also rusty. There is a hanging hanging above the door.

There is a plaque with three words written on it.

"Xuankong Temple"

"This temple is a bit small, and it doesn't have much incense. Are you sure this is the place you are looking for?" Wang Xuanzhen asked, raising his head.

"The mountain is not high..." Xiang Que replied lightly, then respectfully adjusted his clothes, walked to the foot of the mountain and knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands and kowtowed very respectfully.

Xiang Que stood up, took two steps forward, then knelt on the ground again, stretched out his hands, and kowtowed!


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