A young man was lying on a bed with many bandages wrapped around his body. Next to him stood a man with a very gloomy face.
"Brother, I was beaten today. You have to help me take revenge." The man lying on the bed was the lame man who was beaten by He Yidao. He cried to the man next to him.
"How unbecoming it is to cry and cry!" The man looked at his younger brother lying on the bed and felt that iron was not as good as steel.
The man's name is Liu Li, and he is a tyrant in the east of the city. He also has a bad reputation in this town. His younger brother is called Liu Ming, a street gangster who often uses his brother's bad name to cause trouble outside.
"Brother, you are the only relative I have. If you don't care about me, no one will care about me." Liu Ming cried, pretending to be pitiful.
"Humph, I told you a long time ago not to cause trouble. Look at the injuries on your body. You will definitely not be able to get out of bed in ten days and a half. This will also give you a long memory." Liu Li's face was gloomy.
All can drip water.
"Brother..." Liu Ming groaned, feeling a little aggrieved.
"This injury on your body shows that you have hit something hard. I heard you said he is still a child?" Liu Li asked with a frown.
"Yes, he is just a wild child." Liu Ming said angrily.
"I have asked you to practice family martial arts since you were a child, but you just don't learn. Now you have no ability to protect yourself when you encounter a child."
"Brother, I will definitely learn martial arts well in the future." Liu Ming said regretfully.
"Humph, now you know you want to practice martial arts? I've asked you to learn it a long time ago. If you refuse to learn it, I will have to suffer some hardships."
Liu Ming lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
"However, for a child to have such martial arts, he must be a disciple of a famous family. I don't know where he comes from." Liu Li murmured, "No matter which family he is a disciple of, he dares to beat my brother, even if he is from a top family.
, their hands can’t reach here..."
Suddenly, there were several knocks on the door.
"Boss." Then a man's voice came.
Liu Li glanced at his brother who was wrapped like a rice dumpling on the bed and said, "Take good care of yourself and don't move around. I'm going to deal with something."
After saying that, Liu Li left.
Liu Li closed the door, glanced at the man standing respectfully beside him, and said coldly, "Say."
"This operation failed."
"Failed? Why did you come back?" Liu Li asked.
"Subordinate, I'm not doing my job well..." After hearing Liu Li's salty words, the man couldn't stop sweating on his forehead, and soon his clothes were soaked. Obviously, facing Liu Li like this
When asked, the man was under a lot of pressure.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"My subordinates met a mysterious man during transportation. The man beat us all to death. I pretended to be dead and was pressed under the corpse, so I escaped back."
"Pretending to be dead?" Liu Li's tone contained a hint of playfulness.
When the man heard this, he became even more nervous, "I have been following you for many years, and I have worked hard without any credit..."
As soon as he finished saying this, the man's face changed drastically, because he saw a hand lightly touching his chest. The hand looked like it was using no strength, but in the man's eyes, he couldn't hide it.
open.
There was no possibility for the man to say another word. He slowly lay down on the ground.
"Hard work? I never need hard work." Liu Li retracted his palm without looking at the man who fell on the ground.
To be precise, that person could no longer be seen as a living person, because what was lying on the ground was a mummy.
Liu Li put his hands behind his back and walked into the courtyard. The courtyard was very clean, without a single fallen leaf, as if someone was cleaning it frequently. But the problem was that there was no servant in the courtyard.
"Have you found the child?" Liu Li asked, not knowing who he was asking.
After waiting for a while, Liu Li had a cruel smile on his lips, "Dongxiangkou..."
Liu Li left, and a leaf fell from a tree in the courtyard, but it suddenly disappeared shortly after it touched the ground.
The mummy lying in front of the door was also gone.
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There is naturally a large flow of people on the street, but no one knows how many undercurrents there are in the flow of people.
Not long after He Yidao left, a man wearing white clothes and holding a paper fan stood next to the madman's body.
The man stood next to the body and looked at it for a long time, then walked out of the deep alley and walked into the crowd.
Next to a remote street in the east of the city, there is a bamboo forest. The bamboos here have tall, straight, crisp, and straight joints.
He Yidao chased the person here, but the bamboo forest was huge, and the man disappeared after entering the bamboo forest.
Suddenly, he heard a sound coming from the bamboo forest.
"Who? Come out!" He Yidao, covered by black gauze, turned to the place where the sound came from.
The bamboos in the bamboo forest were dense, but not enough to hide a person. Behind a dense bamboo leaf, a man in white slowly walked out.
The man didn't look very big, but he was already very big even if he was in his early twenties.
"Who are you? Why are you following me?" He Yidao looked at the young man and asked.
"I'm Liu Yinan." Liu Yinan smiled and held a fan in his hands, "What's your name?"
"Why are you following me?" He Yidao did not answer him.
"From the sound of your voice, you should be young. I just don't know why you are so murderous." Liu Yinan said with a smile.
"What's the meaning?"
"Why did you kill that madman?" Liu Yinan asked, as if he had determined that the man was killed by He Yidao.
"I didn't kill him."
"He's dead."
"I know. But which eye did you see?" He Yidao sneered.
Liu Yinan was not angry because of He Yidao's words, "That lunatic died after you left. If you didn't kill him, who did he?"
"How do I know?" He Yidao said.
He Yidao did not underestimate the man in front of him. He felt that the man in white in front of him was a bit mysterious because he could not see the details of this man. However, he could feel that this ordinary man could bring him a threat.
This is the keen intuition that He Yidao has accumulated over the years, and He Yidao believes in his intuition as much as he believes in his flying knife.
He gradually became wary of the man in front of him, because he knew that he could not explain the madman's death, so he was afraid that the mysterious man in front of him would do something to him. He had this intuition.
The bamboo forest is very remote and quiet, with few people around all year round. The bamboo may be moso bamboo, but He Yidao can't tell the difference, and he doesn't have the intention to see the variety of bamboo.
Because, this bamboo forest, which is rarely visited all year round, is particularly lively today.
From the deserted path, another man walked up with his hands behind his back.