It has already made the buck-toothed man tremble like chaff.
Looking at Anyang, he was about to speak.
Suddenly, Liu Zhiheng stepped up and kicked him.
This kick was extremely forceful, and it was on the buck-toothed man's abdomen.
With a "pop", the buck-toothed man was kicked to the ground.
"Tell me, where are your accomplices?"
The buck-toothed man curled up on the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain.
After a while, he said:
"I have no accomplices. I was hired by someone for two thousand a day. The person who hired me is in the hotel on the street in front!"
Without saying a word, Liu Zhiheng pulled the buck-toothed man up abruptly.
"Get up and take me to the person who hired you now!"
With that said, Liu Zhiheng turned to look at Anyang and said:
"Anyang, I'm going to catch the person who hired him now. I'll take care of this matter, so don't worry. Oh, by the way, I'll let someone book a better hotel. We'll hold a celebration party for the sixth day of the lunar month later...
"
With that said, Liu Zhiheng took the people to leave.
As soon as he moved, I suddenly said:
"Mr. Liu, why bother you to go there in person for such a trivial matter?"
Before I could finish my sentence, Liu Zhiheng laughed and said with a sigh:
"Hey, I can't do it if I don't go. For a girl from Anyang, it's up to me to do this kind of dirty work of beating and killing..."
I shook my head repeatedly.
"No, no, no. Mr. Liu, you misunderstood me. I didn't say let Mr. An go. What I meant was that I have already brought you the person..."
ah?
Liu Zhiheng was stunned for a moment.
Even Anyang looked at me with surprise and some disbelief.
"Mr. Chu, no wonder Sister Lan keeps calling you Mr. Chu Liu. It seems that it is really not a compliment. How do you know who hired him? Where is he?"
I took out my cell phone and dialed Brother Zhou's number.
"Come up!"
Hang up the phone for a while.
I saw Brother Zhou walking in with a group of people, escorting a man about forty years old.
When I looked at this man, I couldn't help but frown.
The man's face was covered in blood and his flesh was bloody.
It seems that Brother Zhou has poured out all his anger for losing money on this man.
"Brother Zhou? What's going on?"
Anyang and Liu Zhiheng also know this Brother Zhou.
Liu Zhiheng finished speaking.
Brother Zhou snorted coldly and said:
"What's going on? Brothers Chu Liu and I are helping you catch the crooks. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
Liu Zhiheng's expression was a little anxious.
But he still nodded repeatedly and said:
"Give it, I must give it. Thank you, Brother Zhou. Leave this person to me..."
"Wait a moment!"
Brother Zhou stopped Liu Zhiheng, pointed at the man, and asked:
"Say what you just said to me now again!"
The man's mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were swollen with only a gap left.
He drooped his head and said feebly:
"I, I am Liu Zhiheng's cousin. It was him who asked me to hire people from other places to use his belt to come to the place to make money..."
"Fart! I don't know you!"
Liu Zhiheng's face was ashen, but he still shouted loudly.
I sat aside smoking a cigarette and watching this scene coldly.
In fact, from the time I arrived at this place, I started to arrest thousands of people.
I just felt like something wasn't quite right.
There were so many strangers, and they got up and left after winning hundreds of thousands.
No one wants to fight, no one will come back.
This situation is so abnormal.
But at that time, I still only suspected that it was a team effort and did not consider the insider.
But when that gangster took the initiative to provoke me, I started.
I feel more and more that there must be someone inside this situation.
Because there were only two people who knew I was coming.
One is Anyang and the other is Liu Zhiheng.
Anyang is the major shareholder, so she can exclude it.
The only one left is Liu Zhiheng.
Let’s go through what happened in the past two days, as well as his attitude towards me and how he wanted me to leave Fengtian immediately.
I am even more convinced that the mole is him.
"Zhiheng, don't blame me. I really can't stand their torture, otherwise I wouldn't tell you..."
As the bloody man spoke, tears squeezed out from the gaps in his eyes.
"Liu Zhiheng! You're fucking eating everything inside and out!"
Anyang was angry, and she stood up suddenly.
It could be felt that Liu Zhiheng was still afraid of the angry Anyang. He hurriedly explained:
"Anyang, listen to my explanation..."
Whether Anyang listens or not and how to deal with it have nothing to do with me.
Anyway, I've caught him.
Next step, just give me a reward.
I smoked a cigarette and went straight downstairs.
I don't want to see their internal fighting anymore.
I walked for a while on the road at night.
In my mind, I was still thinking about everything in Habei.
Especially what Mr. Zou said about whether he can survive the first day of the new year.
I don't understand why Mr. Zou reminded me.
I can't even figure out who wants to attack me.
Just thinking about it.
Suddenly, I heard slight footsteps behind me.
I have developed a keen ear and eyesight since I was a child.
Although the footsteps were subtle, I could hear them clearly.
I immediately stopped and looked back.
I saw him on the bench on the roadside behind him.
A man in his fifties was opening his backpack.
Take out an ancient pipa from inside.
Then, he held the pipa and started playing and singing:
"The winter snow is falling in the east wind, and the east wind is blowing, and the winter moon is shining brightly.
The winter moon shines coldly on my west window, why not listen to the sound of my pipa.
A high song, a drink, a blue wave and a sentiment.
The slave is affectionate and the husband is interested. Yin and Yang are separated and it is difficult to meet.
I hate you for a long time, my eyes are full of tears, and I can’t see the sun and the moon in the mist.
Once the fate is gone, we will leave each other, but we will miss each other for the rest of our lives.
Nature has made things happen to people throughout the ages, and they have no choice but to be born in the world.
If someone asks me who I am, I am an old man playing the pipa randomly."
This person's style of music is simple and melodious. However, the lyrics also reveal the helplessness of not knowing the world.
However, what makes me even more surprised is this.
It was already late at night, but this man was still wearing sunglasses.
I have always stayed away from such perverse behavior.
Just as he lifted his legs and was about to leave, the man suddenly spoke:
"I have traveled all over the world for half my life, relying not on relatives but on friends. Three cents and four cents is never too little, just throw in two coins and listen!"
I was slightly startled.
The incision this person is talking about belongs to the incision of the hanging door.
The so-called Guazimen refers to the profession that used to be a martial art for a living.
Guazimen is divided into jianguazi and xingguazi.
Jian Gua Zi refers to real kung fu with unique skills.
And Xing Guazi refers to the fake kung fu of showing off.
Hanging sub-doors are divided into four types: branch, pull, poke and point.
Zhi refers to the bodyguard.
La refers to the boxer who looks after the home.
Stamping refers to setting up a venue and teaching kung fu.
Dianze refers to those who perform on the ground.
Let’s make a digression.
Anyone who likes Teacher Guo Degang knows that his fans call him "Lao He's Army".
Many people think that this is based on the phrase "Always love peace" in Mr. Guo's cross talk.
Actually, it's not.
In the past, anyone who traveled around the world was called "Laohe".
Cross talk is originally a martial arts profession and belongs to the "Tuan" sect among the eight sects of the Ming Dynasty.
If you listen carefully to Mr. Guo's cross talk, you will find that there are actually a lot of slang words in it.
As soon as I heard this man tell me about the opening of the hanging door, I walked over.
He took out two hundred yuan and quietly placed it next to him.
Then, he turned around and left.
Unexpectedly, this person immediately said something else:
"Lao Heben has a disciple, a little song is worth a thousand pieces of gold. How can we talk about being a family in the world with just two small pieces of paper?"
When I heard this, I couldn't help but find it funny.
This man said that he was not a beggar.
I listened to a little song by him, and two hundred was too little.