413. Chapter 412 The spring breeze is warm and warm 22
The other party was slightly startled, but then he glanced at these people randomly. Most of these people were obviously Han people. Han people were nothing in Yanjing City. Some Han people were worse than pigs and dogs. And Mrs. Zhang was one of them.
I know her. I heard that Mrs. Zhang works as a wet nurse for a family who lives not far from their home.
Since they are all ordinary people in the west of the city, even if he is a Mongolian, it will not be anything special. The ruffian laughed twice, not afraid of Gan Mala at all, and stretched out his hand to push Gan Mala away.
A cold light flashed, and bright red blood stained everyone's eyes.
The ruffian was thrown to the ground by a huge force. His face turned pale for an instant, and his eyes were even more incredible. His face, which was distorted by pain, looked a bit scary. He stared at his own eyes in a daze.
His right hand hurt so much that he saw an arm falling on the ground not far away. It was his own. It was broken. His hand was actually broken. Looking back, the young man standing in front of him still had an elegant look on his face.
Wen Run, the scimitar in his hand was dripping with bright red blood. The blood was his, the blood left after cutting off his arm, "Ah..."
The frozen time seemed to be broken by this shocking scream. Everyone was stunned, and more people's faces turned pale at this bloody scene.
"He actually hurt someone, please report to the official, please report to the official."
"Mother, I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid, that person is a bad person and should be punished."
Sister-in-law Zhang, who was crying, suddenly froze, looking at Gan Mala as if she were looking at a stranger. This young man, usually gentle and gentle, had a peaceful personality, but she didn't expect that he would break his arm. However, when she saw
When the gangster was lying on the ground moaning with a painful look on his face, she actually felt very relieved. Once, it was that dirty hand that touched her body, and it was that dirty hand that beat her husband to death.
, now that arm is on the ground, flowing with bright red blood and lifeless.
Little Hutou was so frightened that he kept burrowing into Mrs. Zhang's arms.
Mrs. Zhang knelt down and pulled him up, "Little Hutou, you have to watch, this man is the one who killed your father, so you have to see his fate now, and you have to thank these people who helped us avenge him."
The two-year-old child was crying profusely, and his face was as white as snow, but he seemed to be very sensible and stared straight at the ruffian on the ground, "Kill my father, he will die too."
Arnold turned her face sideways and looked at the little tiger head forcing herself to remember. She felt a little shocked in her heart. Maybe this is the reality. He is only a two-year-old child, but now he has to distinguish between good and evil.
There is a reward.
"What's going on? What's going on?"
A group of officers and soldiers crowded over, each with impatient expressions on their faces.
The gangsters didn't dare to say anything at first, but when they saw the officials, they suddenly felt confident again.
"Master, look at it, he actually started to kill people."
"Huang Tian actually committed a murder with a knife under the bright sun. The official must not let him go."
The leader of the officers and soldiers seemed to know these gangsters, and those who dared to attack local gangsters would definitely not be simple. He did not come up to take the people immediately, but wanted to understand what happened first, "What exactly happened?"
Those gangsters naturally knew that this matter would not be easy to solve, but they were indeed a little unjust. Originally they just wanted to take advantage of the situation, but they did not expect that the other party would actually draw a knife and hurt someone. "Master, we were just walking on the street, and we didn't know.
Why did he suddenly pull out a knife and chop off our boss's hand?"