Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue took away the killer's body from Diancang and called Peng Zhen and Wu Sansheng to examine the body together.
Wu Sansheng was seen lifting up the killer's mask, revealing a very handsome face. This face was originally as white as jade, but now it was even more pale without the blood.
"It's a pity that such a handsome man fell into the wrong door." Qiao Zhenyue couldn't help but sigh.
Peng Zhen rolled his eyes at Qiao Zhenyue: "The gang leader does have a love for talents, why don't you pity the poor Jianghu disciples who died?"
Qiao Zhenyue was speechless by Peng Zhen, and could only focus on the corpse again. He looked left and right, and found that this person looked good, with a tall nose and big eyes.
Can't see anything else.
On the other hand, Wu Sansheng, who was on the side, carefully inspected the body from top to bottom because he was the elder of Yebang. He rolled the killer's eyelids, pinched open his mouth, pulled out his tongue and looked at the throat, and then looked at the throat.
He began to fumble with his fingers from top to bottom on his shoulders, then took off his clothes one by one and examined them carefully.
"Gang leader, this man has been poisoned." Wu Sansheng said, "His tongue is dry and cracked, the blood vessels in his throat are swollen, the blood all over his body is stagnant, and the liver and kidney meridians are severely damaged. This is the long-term poison and the antidote.
The symptoms caused by this. I speculate that this person is a captive deadpool. Look at the clothes he wears and the weapons he uses. Both daggers are made of fine steel, and the blades are forged with black iron. Dark iron is extremely difficult to forge.
Ordinary blacksmith shops don't have this kind of craftsmanship at all. The needle holes of the clothes are extremely dense, and the fabrics are also of high quality. The mica needles at the joints look like the craftsmanship of Wuzhou weaving layout, and the hidden weapon behind him looks like something new that has appeared in Sichuan in recent years.
The handiwork of the sect Tang Sect.”
Wu Sansheng breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "Gang leader, in short, the person behind this person is definitely not an idle person. He is either from the top ten sects or the five great countries. Other than that, no one has such financial, material, and manpower."
Hearing what Wu Sansheng said, Yan Zhuo was even more certain in his heart that these people were sent by the dynasty, but who sent them exactly, and what was the purpose of sending them to the Jianghu Conference?
Could it be related to the "Hundred Refinements of Mysterious Light"? But apart from myself and Senior Zhou, the only people in the world who know about the "Hundred Refinements of Mysterious Light" today are the group of people who participated in the Yan family's extermination. Do they already know that I'm back?
That's not right, I kept my name anonymous for eighteen years. It wasn't until my inner strength was perfected that Senior Zhou told me about my life experience. This was only half a month. Their information could not be so well-informed. But the inner strength and mental methods of these people are indeed the same as those in "Hundred Years of Inner Power".
"Lian Xuan Guang", are they originally from the Bohai Kingdom, or are they related to the people who destroyed my entire family back then?
Qiao Zhenyue saw Yan Zhuo's frown and asked, "Brother, what's going on? Your brows are almost like Luban locks."
"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Zhuo said quickly.
"Brother, have you thought of something? Or have you encountered any difficulties? If you need help from me, just ask."
Seeing Qiao Zhenyue's sincere attitude and knowing that he was always upright, Yan Zhuo couldn't make up his mind for a moment, so he could only hand over his hand and say, "Thank you for your kindness, brother, but I don't want to say it yet. I will tell you when the time comes."
When Qiao Zhenyue saw what he said, he didn't want to say anything else. But when Peng Zhen and Wu Sansheng heard what Yan Zhuo said, they couldn't help but think that the Yan brothers were too deep in the city and they seemed to have many secrets.
What impact will it have on our Beggar Gang? Moreover, he guessed from the beginning that the person behind it was a member of the dynasty. His thoughts were so meticulous that the gang leader would definitely not be able to match him. In the future, the gang leader might be subject to his schemes...
In fact, Yan Zhuo was not a rich man, but he didn't know how to mention what happened back then to others, so he could only keep it in his own heart.
The moon shines, the wind stops, and the rain stops.
The rain that had been falling for most of the night finally stopped, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, bright and clear.
Under the moonlight, the earth was completely white, shimmering with dazzling silver light. But the silver light did not illuminate the surroundings, but instead made the surrounding darkness appear even darker and more eerie.
In the Jinling mansion, the remaining six of the Seven Killers and Lu Daoyuan, the chief guard of the Criminal Division, were kneeling on the ground waiting for Zhao Xiangguo's disposal.
And Zhao Xiangguo was sitting on a chair, with his hands on his thighs, looking out of the room with a pair of always smiling eyes, his expression was very gentle, and he did not seem to be angry at the failure of the Seven Killers.
"Xiangguo, I didn't bring you any good things, but I caused you a lot of trouble!" Lu Daoyuan knelt on the ground, the clothes on his back were wet with cold sweat, revealing his tender white flesh.
His face was close to the ground, but his two restless little eyes were raised, observing Zhao Hanguo's expression.
Zhao Hanguo, on the other hand, looked calm and looked upon Lu Daoyuan and others as if they were nothing. He was admiring the moon and drinking tea. Behind him were two maids, Yin and Yang, one squeezing his shoulders and the other massaging his temples.
"You deserve to die, Mr. Prime Minister, you punished me to do something like a cow or a horse. I will never complain." Lu Daoyuan kowtowed as if he were pounding garlic. Although he kept kowtowing, he did it in small doses and did not dare to exert force for fear of damaging his head.
Broken.
Zhao Xiangguo frowned, with a hint of displeasure on his face: "Shut up, don't talk."
After hearing what Zhao Xiangguo said, Lu Daoyuan immediately shut up. He wished he could close all his orifices and did not dare to make a sound.
Seeing Lu Daoyuan's reaction, Zhao Hanguo was secretly amused. He didn't care about the defeat of the Seven Killers. He didn't care whether one died or seven. To him, these people were just his.
Whether the chess pieces are gained or lost, as long as it has no impact on the chess game and has nothing to do with him, he won't care. It's just that this time, someone died in the Beggar Clan. That person's clothes and weapons may be exposed, but I'm sorry.
Those charlatans can't guess what's going on with me. If I give them a piece, maybe this chess game will be more fun.
With this in mind, he glanced at Lu Daoyuan and said, "Okay, wait for a few days, take good care of your men, and go down."
"Thank you, Prime Minister, thank you, Prime Minister. I will resign now." Lu Daoyuan thanked him profusely, bowed his waist all the way, and led Six Killers out the door.
But as the door closed, Lu Daoyuan's expression instantly changed. His facial features seemed to be inflated, and they instantly swelled up. His hunched waist straightened suddenly, and the original flattering expression disappeared.
The light is replaced by ruthlessness and determination!
He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, looked at the Six Killers in front of him, and smiled coldly: "This is the Leopard Bian Pill. Each of you can take one pill to relax your muscles and activate your blood circulation!"
Seeing what Lu Daoyuan said, the six killers had a look of fear on their faces. Looking at the porcelain bottle in Lu Daoyuan's hand was even more terrifying than seeing the Lord of Hell.
"Eat! If you don't eat, you won't get a single marrow-cleansing pill this month!"
Hearing what Lu Daoyuan said, the Sixth Killer could only swallow the leopard pill.
Seeing the six people swallowing it, Lu Daoyuan said slowly: "I plan to plan a big operation in a few days. If you behave well, I will give you the Marrow Cleansing Pill for half a year at a time. Do you know?"
"Yes!" The six killers replied in unison.
Seeing the Six Killers being so obedient, Lu Daoyuan secretly rejoiced in his heart. His ability to control people is no worse than that of the Prime Minister. When I am ready this time, I will kill that brat Qiao Zhenyue and give it to the Prime Minister.
