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Chapter 36 Sie Jiang ([-])

"it is good."

A word popped out of Li Jieming's mouth, with his withered hands like chicken feet, he twisted his crutch tightly,
"But don't forget, the whole Yujiang is well-known. There are 28 gangs and tenants. I use this old face to talk about one gang and one gang."

"But it is my police department that keeps them in and out safe."

Huang Yun'an put on a big-brimmed hat, with a big belly, and walked out of the study unsteadily.

The sound of leather boots faded away.

The old butler stepped forward,

"Master, Director Huang, he..."

"Officer."

Li Jieming changed his anger, his face was calm,

"Has Zha Zhen arrived yet?"

The old butler bowed,
"It should be soon. Chief Cha has a lot of people, more than 200 people, and the chartered boat is said to arrive tonight."

The head of the Baicheng Gang checked the truth, one of the four martial artists invited by Li Jieming via telegram, was the only one who had not yet arrived in Yujiang, and was also the only martial artist with a gang background.

"When they arrive, 50 tables will be set up in the Haowei Building. After eating and drinking, they will disperse to the helpers of various clubs. Well, leave [-] people alone."

Li Jieming ordered and asked again,

"Zhongwen hasn't returned yet?"

"Yes, the young master is still outside."

"Deadhead, just a woman."

Li Jieming didn't care, and stroked his face.The eye sockets are sunken, the lips are rolled inward, and a thin layer of skin covers the bones, loose and weak, like a skeleton.Gone are the days.

"Clang, clang, clang...clang."

The pendulum clock in the study rang, and the silver rod struck seven times.

Another day fell into the night, I closed my eyes later, woke up again, and another day disappeared.

Fear welled up in Li Jieming's heart, he used a cane, his voice was hoarse,

"Send an order to tell all gangs not to keep any more people, and let me go down the street to find someone to find a sword."

The old butler lowered his head and whispered,

"A lot of gangs spread the word that the brothers under their command had grievances, worked for nothing, had no food to eat, and couldn't do their job anymore. Many of them were released after being charged tolls."

"Hehe, it's almost the same. If you don't see rabbits, you won't scatter eagles."

Li Jieming closed his eyes,
"Tell them that all gangs will be exempted from one month's rent. If one of the two unknown martial artists is captured, six months' rent will be exempted. If Jiu Shoujian is recovered, one year's rent will be exempted. I will pay for them. But no matter which one, I have to come out! But don't bring firearms, tell them that this is the order of Director Huang. Anyone who has a slight resemblance to the portrait, please invite me. I will take the entire city of Yujiang... ..."

Li Jieming opened his eyes sharply, his eyes sparkling,
"Sieve again!"

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A book is long, no book is short.

Two nights and one day passed in a blink of an eye, and it was already July 22 in the Gregorian calendar and June [-] in the lunar calendar.

It was already the night before before Wu Qing came back from the clinic.

As long as you wait until eight o'clock tonight, it will be enough for the karma incarnation to repair Wu Qing's wound for thirty hours.

In the white cooking smoke lingering in front of the stove, Mr. Wu was preparing breakfast in front of the third stove.

Wu Qing was leaning on crutches, and while holding the head of the cane slamming on the floor tiles, he tentatively pressed the wounds on his body with his good right hand.

The pain is much less than yesterday.

Although it was not the first time to press and test the wound, Wu Qing secretly marveled at the magic of Karma's incarnation.

This is not the first time Wu Qing has been injured, but it is the first time Wu Qing has suffered such a serious injury.

It was also the first time that the wound healed so quickly.

Faster than canker sores.

Wu Qing sat back on the bed and asked Wu Laosan, "Did you see those gong players on the street come into our alley in the past two days?"

Wu Laosan thought for a while, "No."

"Oh."

Wu Qing felt relieved and stayed at home without moving.Wait for the injury to fully recover.

But God did not wish.

Taiping Street outside Bachi Alley was as congested as yesterday.

If people who don't know the details saw it, they would think it was a fair.

The pile of people and vehicles was several feet away, and even a few blind girls couldn't wait, so they put up small horses on the spot and played the erhu.

The medicine candy sellers are shouting, the caramel sellers are knocking flat knives, all kinds of street vendors are not far behind, the noise is like a vegetable market in the early morning.

Most of the residents in Yujiang are hard-working people who run around every day for their livelihood. Even if they know that the road cards set up by Daluozai are time-consuming, they can't dislike the trouble, and they can't resist the knife in Daluozai's hand.You can only spend daylight in front of Luca.

In front of Luka, if it was still the dozen or so gong players blocking people all day a few days ago, they would be exhausted.

Fortunately, Li Yushi offered a reward, and the number of gong players in front of Luka who refused to be set up by the horse increased from the dozen to about 20 people.Don't underestimate the few extra people here.

There are only a dozen or 20 people in a small gang.A big gang has a lot of people, but it also has a lot of territory and a lot of road cards. How many more people are in this road card, how many people are in that road card, and the left-behind members of the gang are all sent out.

Not only that, Li Yushi also sent his own nursery to help in various big gangs.

It can be said that it is all the people who work hard.

The main reason is that the reward offered by Li Yushi is too attractive.

All the gong players finally had time to rest for a while.

Three dozen gongs walked out of the tobacco paper shop behind the old bookstall at the entrance of Bachi Alley, each with a short knife hanging from his waist, and a cigarette in his mouth, smoky.

The three Dagong boys who came to buy cigarettes, when they left the cigarette paper shop, they heard the bald owner of the old bookstall and the neighbors whispering.

"You don't know, Ah Qing from the third family's family was injured when he was hacked. It's a tragedy."

"Killing people? How dare he? That thin body."

"Hey, I learned martial arts in the escort agency..."

The three gong players looked at each other,
Thin and small, have learned martial arts?

One of them walked up to the bald stall owner and asked,

"Which house does the child you are talking about live in?"

They didn't realize it, but they felt that Wu Qing was one of the two whom Li Yushi wanted them to arrest.

I just became restless.

The bald stall owner and the three Dagong Boys who approached looked back and forth at him, and said quickly,

"Hey, talking nonsense. Three masters, there is Hong Tongyan in my store, would you like some?"

Seeing the three beating gongs, his face darkened, and he felt guilty again,

"You three have wide eyelids, why are you looking for Guanzai (the reckless kid) that day?"

"Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly."

Hearing this, the bald stall owner said, "It's not in this alley, I'm talking about a relative of mine, from Shuixina."

"Oh, is that so?" Da Gongzai, who was the first to ask, held the scabbard with his left hand and pressed the handle with his right, and looked at the woman chatting with the bald stall owner.

"What do you say?"

The woman also smiled apologetically, "His relative, how do I know..."

bass--

The light of the half-unsheathed knife flashed, and the woman backed away in shock. She immediately ignored the look from the bald stall owner and pointed at Mr. Wu's family.

"That, that, don't touch the knife."

The gong player put away his knife and kicked at the bald stall owner. Amidst the bald stall owner's cries of pain, he waved his hand and beckoned his companions to go to Wu Laosan's house.

Wu Laosan, who was serving porridge in the house, felt that it was dark outside the door, and when he raised his head, San held a knife and beat the gong.

(End of this chapter)