At the same time, the back door of the Li family in Yingjiang City.
Lying on a simple wooden bed was a young man in his mid-twenties.
His eyes were closed tightly, and there were long-dried scarlet blood clots overflowing from the corners of his mouth. His sternum was collapsed and he was breathless.
Beside him, stood six famous rogues from the north of the city.
His hair was greasy and his clothes were disheveled, but his face was full of tragedy and indignation.
"Fan, Uncle Fan, the one who beat Xiaochao to death was the daughter of Xie Hongchun, a butcher shop on the old street. I know her."
"She has a younger brother named Xie Wubing, who is one of the six chief guards of the City Lord's Mansion."
"I told Xiaochao that woman is not to be trifled with. She has the support of the City Lord's Mansion, so don't take any chances with her."
"Xiaochao didn't listen to the advice. He probably had a few too many glasses of wine tonight, so he took advantage of the drunkenness to catch up and stalk him."
"A few of us were afraid that something might happen, so we kept following behind to protect him."
"Who would have thought..."
Hypocritically, the tallest and oldest ruffian among the six people pretended to squeeze out a few drops of cat urine and cried bitterly: "No one expected that woman to be a martial arts master, and her level is not low."
"Xiaochao's third-level martial arts cultivation is no match for her casual palm, and she knocked us all to the ground."
"My hands..."
With a ferocious look on his face, in order to prove that he did not stand idly by when the incident happened, he endured the pain in his heart and raised his right hand tremblingly, saying: "My hand is broken. I palmed that woman, and the bones were broken and the meridians were broken."
Break."
"And I......"
Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, grinning in pain and saying: "I lost two front teeth and got kicked in the stomach, which hurt my pubic area."
"My right leg is broken, from thigh to calf, three sections are broken."
"My, my left shoulder bone is so swollen and painful, I think it won't be as serious as theirs."
"My ribs..."
For a time, there were complaints and anger at the back door of Li's house.
The middle-aged man squatting next to the corpse with red eyes did not move for a long time, as if his soul left his body and ascended to heaven, leaving only his body in the world.
"Uncle Fan?"
The young ruffian with a severed hand shouted tremblingly.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and tears fell from his face.
"Little tide..."
He whispered softly, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped the corners of the dead young man's mouth.
He wiped slowly and gently.
While wiping, he murmured to himself: "You are disobedient and don't listen to my second uncle."
"I asked you to come to the Li family to help, but you have to be that idle bastard."
"The results of it?"
"Oh, have you become famous? Have you got a wife and children?"
"If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer the consequences."
His teeth were clenching. He exerted more strength in his hands and his wrists trembled as he said, "Your parents died early, and they entrusted you to me before they died."
"Let me take good care of you, help you get married, and live a stable life."
"I broke my promise, how can I still have the nerve to see them?"
"You, you want my second uncle to feel guilty for the rest of his life and never have peace again."
Smiling sadly, he stood up staggeringly.
Then carefully fold the handkerchief and store it close to your body.
"you......"
With tears in the corners of his eyes, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the six ruffian youths, with a sinister smile and a fierce look: "My Xiaochao is dead, why are you still alive?"
"Aren't you brothers? You don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but you want to be brothers who die in the same year, the same month and the same day?"
"We swore an oath of blood and formed a sworn brotherhood in the north of the city. Am I remembering it correctly?"
He yelled and asked, and he pressed forward step by step.
The hands hanging down from the waist were clenched tightly, the Dantian was flowing, and the spiritual power was released.
Seeing that the situation was not right, the tall young man's pupils shrank in shock and he immediately turned around and ran away.
The middle-aged man said sternly: "I can't let my Xiaochao die in peace. Since you are his brothers who will live and die together, then go down and accompany him first."
"As for the Xie family women..."
"Hahaha, I will hold her head with my own hands to pay homage to Xiaochao."
"Buzz."
His spiritual power is like that of a dragon, and he can move all directions with one punch.
Under the cover of the terrifying fist power, six young ruffians were killed on the spot.
"Bang bang bang."
People kept falling down, and blood pooled on the ground and quickly seeped into the soil.
"Li San, go and deal with it."
Rubbing his palms, he looked cold and said with an extraordinarily calm expression: "Have someone carry Xiaochao's body to my yard. If I don't come back, no one is allowed to bury him without permission."
The hunchbacked old man who looked like a servant bowed and said, "Yes, Mr. Zhong."
A middle-aged man whose surname is Lu has the character "loyalty" in his name.