Chen Baoxiang took a deep breath and controlled his emotions.
The other party is right, the more secrets you know, the easier it is to be killed.
Not knowing anything makes me live more calmly.
Seeing Zhao Wuji, he remembered what Yu Shutong had said, and it seemed that he should remind him.
"Master Zhao San, yesterday I..."
Before he could say a complete sentence, he was stopped by Zhao Wuji.
"Boss Chen, this is the first time that the Sharpshooter Club has come to Jinan. Our rules of doing things are different from those of our Jianghu friends in Jinan. So, no matter what we do, don't make a fuss."
Chen Baoxiang suddenly lost interest in talking. Even if Yu Shutong killed Ben Leihu, what harm would it do to him?
Those are all beside the point and are other people’s business.
It's none of your business, just hang it up high, that's the business.
"Boss Chen, I want to ask you something -"
Suddenly, a group of people appeared on all sides, all wearing black clothes, black trousers, and black hats.
As soon as they appeared, they immediately spread out and controlled all the entrances and exits of the garden.
"Boss Chen, I want to ask you something. If all the men in the Sharpshooter Club are killed in the future, and only Jiu Mei is left, please take her in and send her out of the city to the south."
Zhao Wuji's face was still smiling, but his eyes were like stars on a cold night, shrouded in a layer of murderous intent.
"Master Zhao San——"
"Promise me?"
Chen Baoxiang could only grit his teeth and reluctantly agreed: "Okay, if necessary in the future, I will send Master Jiu out and help her leave Jinan. However, what happened to Master Zhao San? The hero of the Sharpshooter Association actually..."
"Thank you very much."
Zhao Wuji handed over his hands and walked towards the northwest gate.
There were at least eight men in black guarding the place. When he walked over, he simply fell into a trap.
Chen Baoxiang sat down on the stone bench and looked at Zhao Wuji's back.
Two men came over, took out pistols from their sleeves, pointed them at him, and then quickly searched him.
"Fuck, there's nothing. He's not a member of the Gunslingers Club at all! Go, go, go -"
The man in black cursed angrily, kicked Chen Baoxiang on the leg, and waved him away.
Chen Baoxiang walked towards the southwest gate of the Garden, secretly turned back and took a glance.
Zhao Wuji had been caught. Someone tied chains on his hands and feet, and pushed him out of the northwest gate.
Someone passed by Chen Baoxiang and shouted an order: "We have captured Zhao Wuji, the third master of the Sharpshooter Club. Report to the police immediately. Zhao Wuki has been captured. The Sharpshooter Club will soon fall apart..."
It turned out that there were at least a hundred men in black along the Daming Lake, distributed in various dark corners.
Now, after successfully arresting people, they all jumped out with ecstasy on their faces.
Chen Baoxiang walked for a while and stopped on the road.
The north wind blew from Daming Lake, lifting up his cotton-padded jacket and giving him a chill.
"I understand, Zhao Wuji was arrested on purpose to sneak into the Luoyuan Mansion!"
In the eyes of ordinary people, these are extremely stupid methods, no different from flying a moth into a flame.
However, the dumber the method, the more effective it will be.
When Chen Baoxiang thought about what Zhao Wuji said, "Survey Chencang in secret and build the plank road in the dark," he could understand that he was "light" now, while traveling to the sea was "dark."
When two forces, the overt and the dark, entered the Luoyuan Mansion, a bloody battle ensued in the blink of an eye.
"Let's fight, let's fight, let's fight. The fight will be so violent that Gu Lanchun, the big Qingyi man, won't have to get involved. Let's fight quickly. Anyway, there will be someone with a gun in the Eighth Front Army and the Sharpshooter. The two sides will join forces and they will be evenly matched against the Japanese devils."
, fight to the death..."
Chen Baoxiang's steps suddenly became relaxed. The more chaotic the situation in Jinan City, the more Gu Lanchun would be able to fish in troubled waters and maybe escape with luck.
Thinking of Zhao Wuji's entrustment, he turned on the road, entered Furong Street again, and walked to the door of the inn.
When he saw Luo Hongying again, he found that her eyes were red and her face was full of tears.
"Ninth Master, I saw with my own eyes that the Third Master was arrested. What are you going to do next?"
Luo Hongying held the stove hook and guarded the stove, and the firelight illuminated her pretty face.
"Ninth Master, we still have to come up with a solution? Is the Second Master here? What did he say?"
"Boss Chen, thank you for coming to report. We don't have to worry about our sharpshooting club."
Luo Hongying's voice was choked with sobs, she must have cried loudly just now.
Although she is married, she is still charming and graceful. She is one of a kind in a million and any man who sees her cannot help but want to take a second look at her.
"The Third Master said that if the Ninth Master needs me, just ask him. He hopes that I can help the Ninth Master leave Jinan and stay away from the war."
"My brothers are all dead, and I will not live alone. Brothers of the Sharpshooter Club cannot be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day. I hope they die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. The third brother is... so noble and upright, I, Luo Hongying, really admire him!"
Chen Baoxiang wanted to say something about Yu Shutong, but he was not sure whether it was true or false. He opened his mouth twice and closed it twice, not knowing where to start.
"Boss Chen, thank you very much. I said that I don't bother my friends in Jinan about the Sharpshooter Club. In addition, the brothers of the Sharpshooter Club will both prosper and lose. They will never be greedy for life or fear of death. This time, even if
They were all folded in Jinan, and we accepted it."
Chen Baoxiang could not answer the call and could only stand up and say goodbye.
"Boss Chen, after seeing Yu Shutong's words, told him that there will be no good end for taking refuge with the Japanese. We have spread the news that 'Yu Shutong, the 14th leader of the Sharpshooter Club, has rebelled against the Japanese' has been spread throughout the world, even if the Sharpshooter Club is unable to kill
Neither he nor the other anti-Japanese comrades will let him go!"
Chen Baoxiang was completely stunned: "What? Yu Shutong defected to the Japanese? Has he become a traitor?"
This was like a bolt from the blue, shaking Chen Baoxiang so much that he trembled all over.
According to legend in the world, the fourteen leaders of the Gunslingers Club are all upright men of steel who would rather break than bend. Let alone defecting to the Japanese, even if they are asked to do anything that damages their reputation, it is impossible.
"How is that possible? He...he is just young and vigorous, full of energy..."
Chen Baoxiang didn't know what he wanted to say, he just didn't believe the answer.
He came out and stood at the door of the inn.
With a crash, an ice edge fell from the eaves and shattered into pieces.
Chen Baoxiang's mind was so wild that he didn't know what to do, what to do, what to do.
He picked up a piece of crushed ice, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.
My whole body felt cold from the inside out.
"It's impossible. Yu Shutong was drunk and wanted to kill Ben Leihu. How could he suddenly rebel?"
He once again felt that beauty is a curse - Yu Shutong fell in love with Luo Hongying, so he wanted to kill Ben Leihu.
When Yu Shutong rebelled, the Gunslingers Association fell into chaos.
He walked back to the rice shop in a daze, and when he reached an intersection, he had to stop to figure out the direction before he could continue walking, as if he was sleepwalking.
Just as he arrived at the back door of the rice shop, Chen Baoxiang had not yet opened the door. From the side alley, a man with a dark face and a body as tall as an iron tower rushed out and grabbed him by the throat.
"Come here and have a chat."
Chen Baoxiang was unable to break free and let the other party drag him into a dark alley.
That was Ben Leihu, the person Yu Shutong wanted to kill.
"Boss Chen, you know who I am, and I also know that Yu Shutong often stays here. Now, give him to me, and I will spare your life!"
Chen Baoxiang shook his head feebly: "He is not here. He only lives in the woodshed at night. But don't bother. Since he has defected to the Japanese, how can he come back?"
Ben Leihu let go of Chen Baoxiang and said word by word: "In that case, find him for me. Otherwise, your family of five will be the backbone!"