It was freezing cold, around 6:30 in the evening, and the sky was dark.
In Feng'an City, where even lighting an oil lamp costs money, such a person should not appear here and now.
So weird!
Huang An paused and stood still in the alleyway. Calmly, he moved the toes of his right foot slightly to the right, ready to run back at any time, and then looked at it intently.
Huang An exclaimed when he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly.
"Senior Brother Pang?"
Huang An looked surprised, but his heart sank slightly.
Something's wrong, Senior Brother Pang shouldn't be here.
He shouldn't be on this trail in the east of the city. He should be at home in the west of the city, having dinner with his family.
Perhaps, his family might not finish their meal. After all, Huang An's own neighbors only eat two meals a day.
Senior Brother Pang should not stand waiting for someone in this remote alleyway with the cold wind blowing.
Pang Han gradually approached, one hand naturally drooping, and the other holding a short gray and black stick. He had the wind at his back, his eyes widened, and he looked directly at Huang An.
The two of them were only twenty steps apart. Although the light was weak, Huang An's eyesight was pretty good.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he could see Senior Brother Pang's hands that were blue from the cold, the expression on his face was slightly stiff, and there were two traces of water under his nose, which were somewhat reflective!
He had been waiting for a long time, and his nose was filled with snot.
The ominous premonition in Huang An's heart became stronger and stronger, and he had the urge to turn around and run away.
However, the stab-proof armor on his body and the hard and warm thing in his arms gave Huang An the courage to continue standing and continue the conversation.
Suddenly.
"Where is your money?"
The voice is cold and the eyes are even colder.
As soon as Pang Hanfu spoke, Huang An's heart sank to the bottom, his eyes flashed slightly, Huang An pretended that he couldn't bear the cold wind, and put his hands into his arms to keep warm.
"I don't know what senior brother is talking about?"
Pang Han gave a sneer and slowly took three steps forward.
"Where is your money?"
He repeated it again, put down his hands, and held the long stick tightly in his hand, as if he was going to take action if he disagreed.
From the look in his eyes, he seemed to want to kill himself rather than rob the money.
Huang An's mind suddenly changed. In his impression, except for the twenty-tael can of Guiyuan Soup, he had never shown any flaws in front of Pang Han.
Feeling warmth in his hand, Huang An calmed down and asked:
"Senior brother, you want to kill me?"
"Why?"
Huang An obviously doesn't want to kill people for no reason. After all, he is still an ordinary person. It is difficult for an ordinary person to kill someone on his own initiative and without asking for any reason.
However, Huang An's head was blown by the cold wind and he was extremely sober. He had now realized that one of the thieves he encountered in the east courtyard of the city a few days ago was most likely the Panghan in front of him.
And the fact that he can wait for her here means that he has followed her for a long time and knows her whereabouts and travel route, including the time when she leaves the martial arts gym and returns home!
He had clearly planned this for a long time.
He held a long stick in his hand and had murderous intent in his eyes, but he hesitated to take action because he wanted to question the whereabouts of Yinzi.
In other words, he wants to capture himself alive?!
And then force yourself to tell the whereabouts of the silver?
Huang An's pupils shrank, and he already understood eighty-nine points.
Unacceptable!
Huang An's murderous intention gradually rose in his heart, but he suppressed it temporarily. He didn't know if Pang Han had any accomplices, and why the news that he had money was leaked.
Are they two senior sisters?
Or...
Master?
With his ears perked up, Huang An listened carefully to the whistling wind coming from behind him. The wind was blowing from behind Huang An. Huang An could tell whether there was anything abnormal behind him without looking at it with his eyes.
The voice is normal, there should be no one behind you.
Huang An felt calm.
Huang An's words seemed to irritate Pang Han, and his eyes suddenly turned red, like bloodshot bison eyes, emitting a cold light that preyed on others.
"You're blocking my way!"
Pang Han roared, and the veins on his neck were clearly visible even in the dim alley.
"Master spent the money that originally belonged to me on you, a loser! That Guiyuan soup is mine, and that Five Zang soup is mine too! That sumptuous dinner, and those big steamed buns are all mine! Junior Sister Zhao, too.
Mine! You deserve to die!"
Pang Han's roar carried far away in the cold wind, his voice was hoarse.
Huang An's eyes narrowed slightly, his thoughts turning rapidly, but for a moment he didn't understand what he meant.
Pang Han obviously misunderstood. He thought that the precious medicines, big meat buns, and sumptuous lunches and dinners that Huang An had eaten in recent days were all provided by the martial arts gym, and they were half bought and half given to Huang An.
Let the master take action and reopen the door of martial arts for him, but he still lacks money.
The gap in silver has already made Pang Han Mo stunned.
After ten years of hard work, practicing in the winter and in the summer, he suffered countless hardships and was looked down upon by his family and outsiders, just for this last tremor. Unexpectedly, Huang An's arrival would make all his efforts come to nothing.<
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How many more years will he be able to practice martial arts?
If there is no improvement this year, Pang Han has no doubt that his own father will kick him out of the martial arts gym and go home to become a traveling businessman.
From a warrior with a promising future and a high status, he became a small businessman.
How could he not hate it?
For the first time, Huang An truly saw what it means to gnash one's teeth.
In just three breaths, Huang An also realized that Pang Han must have misunderstood, and he also misunderstood. The master and the two senior sisters did not leak this information.
Everything was made up by Pang Han.
Huang An narrowed his eyes slightly and explained in a deep voice:
"Senior brother, that money is not yours, it belongs to the master. Why are you obsessed with it? Now put away your evil intentions. Junior brother, I will assume that what happened today has never happened!"
Huang An's eyes were indifferent, and his voice was extremely cold.
Regarding Pang Han's misunderstanding about Wu Zang Tang, he did not intend to explain more.
Now that Pang Han has blocked him, he must have been prepared, and he can't persuade him with just a few words.
The reason why Huang An advised him was because after all, he, Pang Han, was the senior disciple of the martial arts school. He had practiced martial arts with his master for ten years. He was the elder brother of the two senior sisters and his nominal senior brother. He couldn't lose his etiquette.
As for all his subsequent decisions, Huang Ping An will continue to follow up and stay with him until the end.
Huang An just wants a clear conscience.
"Oh, you have benefited, of course you can say that."
Pang Han chuckled, and his eyes suddenly became extremely cold.
"Tell me the whereabouts of your money and I'll let you go!"
Let yourself go?
Huang An didn’t believe it.
If Pang Han gets the money, he will definitely return to the martial arts school, and his family is also in Feng'an City.
And if he lets himself go, how will he face the accountability of his master?
With the master's personality, if he knew that Pang Han had robbed him of his money, he would probably be beaten to death on the spot.
Not to mention there are two senior sisters.
Pang Han was really mad, he could actually say such nonsense as letting himself go.
Huang An fell silent, helpless in the world, and it was difficult to distinguish right from wrong.
Verbal explanation is the weakest, because whether he trusts it or not is beyond his control.
Huang An took out the dagger from his waist with one hand, held it with his backhand, with the blade facing outward, put one hand in front of his chest, bowed his waist, Huang An slowly backed away and asked:
"Elder brother has misunderstood. Junior brother doesn't have much money left!"
Pang Han suddenly raised his neck and laughed.
"The master opened the door to martial arts for you that day. You brought a hundred taels of silver with you. You said you have no more money? In two months, you spent a hundred taels of silver?"
Huang An's pupils shrank, and he was surprised. He did bring a hundred taels of silver that day. Maybe while he was in a coma, Pang Han turned over his clothes and saw the hundred taels of silver wrapped inside.
What about Yang Zaizhou?
Did he see it?
Huang An's eyes flashed and he continued to retreat:
"Why don't you ask me to borrow money?"
As if he was not afraid of Huang An escaping, Pang Han didn't move, and he sarcastically said:
"Can you borrow it?"
There were no other unusual noises behind him, and there should be no one else there, but Huang An quickly turned his head and looked back, and there was indeed nothing.
Faced with Pang Han's rhetorical question, Huang An fell silent.
He really doesn’t know how to borrow.
Seeing that Huang An was silent, Pang Han's teeth were tight and he obviously didn't want to talk anymore.
"Why is the master so kind to a sick guy like you?"
He shouted loudly, swung the long stick in his hand quickly, kicked off his feet, and quickly rushed towards Huang An.
He obviously wanted to capture Huang An alive and interrogate the whereabouts of the silver.
Pang Han was as fast as a civet cat, and he was close to him in the blink of an eye. Huang An could clearly see the frozen nose hairs exposed from his nostrils.
"Bang!" Suddenly, a sharp gunshot sounded.
Pang Han's body paused for a moment, and then with a "bang" sound, he straightened up and fell to the ground on his back.
The red and white stuff flowed all over the floor. If you look closely, you will see that a hole the size of a finger has appeared in the middle of the eyebrow. The back of the head seems to have been blown away, and it is buckled to the ground against the crushed iron basin.
Obviously he cannot die anymore.
His bloodshot eyeballs stared at the sky, and a wisp of raindrops fell, fell into his still warm pupils, and disappeared.
"Because I have money, and only with money can I have a future!"
Huang An whispered silently.
Suddenly.
"Bang!" A muffled sound came from behind, from the front of the alleyway where Huang An came.
Huang An's expression changed drastically, there was someone there?
He immediately turned around and looked in response.
In the field of vision, a low figure quickly climbed up from the ground, then turned around and fled.
He's an old man!
Huang An couldn't see clearly, his eyes were focused, and he had already guessed the identity of this person.
Suddenly.
"Step!"
"Step!"
"Step!"
The sound of rapid footsteps came from behind my head again.
Huang An's eyes were blank for a moment.
Is there another person?
There are two people!
Are there people hiding behind and behind?
With a look of horror on his face, he turned around suddenly and looked deeper into the alley, but found nothing.
But the sound of footsteps rushing deep in the alleyway, getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappearing, still told Huang An that two people might have seen all this.
In fact, both of them were helpers that Pang Han was looking for!
No wonder Pang Han is not in a hurry.
Huang An looked gloomy, hesitated for a moment, then quickly turned back and chased towards the entrance of the alleyway.
His physical fitness has greatly improved now. He can reach a distance of less than fifteen meters from standing up, turning around and starting running to reaching the distance in five seconds.
However, the sky is dark, so where can I see that slightly rickety figure?
Weiwei recalled the main roads in the city, and the murderous intent flashed in Huang An's eyes.
He put away the Browning pistol that had made a great contribution, casually touched the dagger in his arms, and quickly chased in the direction where the old man left.
He has already guessed the identity of this old man.
The cold wind howled and the sky turned completely dark. Huang An felt heavy in his heart, his hands were shaking, and his throat felt uncomfortable, but the coldness in his eyes made people shudder.
In less than twenty minutes, Huang An was already standing in front of a two-story house in the east of the city.