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Chapter 88
"Chun Zhou, I saw swallows flying together, butterflies leading the team, and Ying Wu begging for friends... Eh? Master?"

On the second floor of the restaurant outside the screen, the erhu stopped, and the girl's voice was flustered.

"Dieyin, asking for friends, little hooves showing off, hahahaha..."

Feel full and warm.play, don't listen to it.

"Mother's mother, it's really noisy."

Shi Dahai, who was just about to pay the bill and leave, pulled away the screen, leaned his arms on the back of the chair, blushed drunk, twisted his body and scolded,

"Those few, are you calling ghosts? Shut up (shut up)!"

Wu Qing glanced through the half-covered screen from the corner of her eye.

Almost at the other end of the restaurant, there was a big round table surrounded by several young gong players.

All of them have dragon and tiger tattoos, for fear that people will not see that they are playing gongs.

The little opera girl was hugged by one of them, her hands feebly pushing his chest, numbness was written on her immature face.

Her father's expression was faintly delighted.

A few young people beat the gongs, warm and fragrant nephrites in their arms, very happy.

Although Li Yushi had checked Yujiang's boat gangs, but more of them were targeted at larger gangs.

On the other hand, in this special era of turmoil, in addition to being a tool to grab profits, gang associations are also a part of grassroots self-government.

Being in chaos, indiscriminate punishment, and bullying the few by the crowd, these will not make them resisted by the people at the bottom, but will only become their burning roots. Once the wildfire is over, the ground will grow wildly.

They don't disappear just because they don't earn enough money.

Li Yushi is only interested in the profitable business of the wharf.He does not interfere with that part of self-government.

It's just that when there is no money, most of the help clubs will inevitably appear to be ineffective.

From this perspective, Li Yushi also contributed to Yu Jiang's security.

The gong boys at the table who were teasing the little girl who sang the song were agitated when they heard Shi Dahai yell angrily. He seemed to be the leader, with a red scarf on his head, who opened his mouth and cursed.
"Your grandma's, the one with the pig's head and white chama is selling a hundred cubs, and pretending to be my uncle?"

(Sell a hundred cubs: Refers to the poor ghost, who has a hundred sons and will sell them)

The arrogant eyeballs of the red turban turned to Wu Qing's table, and saw that there were two big black dogs in black uniforms, and his heart suddenly cooled down, even the voices of the several people under him disappeared a lot.

But take a closer look...

Salt collar?

Tch, anti-smuggling salt.

Rotten drunkard.

The red scarf curled his lips, but he didn't dare to continue to yell, and the voice of molesting the little girl was much lower, but he couldn't say he was respectful, let alone apologized for the dirty words just now.

And "sell a hundred cubs" is quite a vicious curse.

Shi Dahai didn't talk nonsense, he "slumped" the chair down, and strode straight towards the gong beaters.

Wu Qing shook his head.

If most people knew that the salt patrol officers of the second anti-smuggling team were not anti-smuggling salt, then there was no need for Wu Qing and the others to pretend to be salt patrol officers.

Shi Dahai's footsteps were heavy, the floor was filled with the sound of his footsteps for a while, and the smell of alcohol was flying around the rocker, it looked like he was drunk.

The red turban looked stern and timid, but he didn't want to lose his identity in front of his younger brothers, so he forced the little girl into his arms, stared at Shi Dahai who was coming, and said bravely,
"My boss is...?!"

Without saying a word, Shi Dahai quickly picked up a wooden chair with his big hands, and threw it on the head of the red scarf. The little girl in the red scarf's arms screamed and dodged, but the red scarf had no time to dodge.

The wooden chair fell apart, debris flew across, and blood spots splashed down.

Alone, he was thrown directly from the chair to under the table.

The younger brothers in red turbans fought against the case, wanting to attack in groups.

Throwing away the broken wooden handle in his hand, Shi Dahai took out the gun with a "swish", slapped it on the table with a "snap", and glanced around with his drunken eyes.

All was silent.

Only the screams of red turban ouch came from under the table.

Shi Dahai was still puzzled, put his hands on the round table, raised his foot and kicked hard towards the bottom of the table.

The round table supported by him swayed with his large movements, and the cups and plates on the round table were bumped up, hitting the ground with a "crack" from time to time, and rolling to the ground, making a sound like firecrackers.

The red turban under the table, from begging for mercy at the beginning, to scolding, to moaning.

Enough kicking, Shi Hai pulled his neckline, exhaled the heat, then waved his hand like chasing flies,

"roll!"

Wu Qing, who followed, seemed to hear the sound of bone cracking.This red turban is probably going to lie down for a few months.

The red turban's subordinates hurriedly carried out the red turban from under the table before walking to the stairs.

Shi Dahai said in a vicious voice, "Sign the bill."

Several people did not dare to neglect, one of them hurriedly turned around, found the clerk of the restaurant, took out a silver dollar,
"keep the change."

Before leaving, Shi Dahai said again, "Is it easy to sing for you?"

The man had no choice but to turn around again, took out his pockets, took out three or four cents of small silver, and stuffed it all into the hands of the singing girl.

Shi Dahai put his arms around his chest and didn't make any more sound.

A group of people supported the red turbans, and went downstairs like a fire.

Wu Qing glanced at it. The little girl looked grateful, but her father's expression was not so good-looking.

Shi Dahai had no intention of staying in the restaurant anymore, and without looking at other people, he took out a silver dollar, drew a bright silver arc in mid-air, and threw it into the waiter's hand.
"Too many chairs."

He picked up the gun, waved his hand, and called Wu Qing to leave.

Down the stairs, into the street.

On the West Jin Road, the lights are bright, and the crowds are still coming and going.Yujiang is a transportation and commercial city.Xijin Road is also the main road of Shuixi District, directly connected to Shuixi Wharf.

Wu Qing took a small compass, glanced at it from time to time, and walked behind.

After drinking a jug of wine, Shi Dahai, who was a little wobbly, walked forward.

When the two of them patrolled the streets in the afternoon, it was almost like this.

Wu Qing had some thoughts about what happened in the restaurant just now.

In this matter, it is also unclear whether Shi Dahai did it because he was scolded by others.

Or use this reason to help others.

After all, the girl who sang the song was really young. In Wu Qing's previous life, she was just in junior high school.

When being manipulated by others, he behaved really panicked.

Seeing it filled with righteous indignation, Wu Qing didn't, but watching it made me feel unhappy, which is true.

But these days, those who come out to sing are either widowed mothers and orphans, or old fathers and young daughters, who change their daughters every two or three years... How can there be so many daughters, all of them are bought by Ren Yazi, trained for a few years, and then go out to sell and sing.One daughter per mouth, in reality, it is the old bustard leading the kiln sister, and the tortoise father leading the young prostitutes.

Selling and singing is not only selling songs, but also body.

You can also understand the reason why the old man just had a bad face.The sale is only half done.

So if Shi Dahai wants to help others, in fact, it doesn't make much sense.

But Wu Qing didn't feel too much puzzled.

Although the status quo of this industry is so, it will be a matter of time before someone plays with her, but the girl is not happy.

Shi Dahai saw her displeasure again.

Don't worry about what will happen in the future, anyway, I don't like it now.

So I just found an excuse and started.

Sometimes Wu Qing was in a bad mood, and he did it before, not to say that it was a way to vent his anger, but to try to comfort him.

Holding the small compass, Wu Qing walked forward quickly against the night wind and walked side by side with Shi Dahai.There are some things that he wants to figure out, otherwise he is not at ease.

"Officer Shi, I saw that Chief Sha used this little compass before, and it seems that it can detect evil spirits. How does it work?"

"You can call me brother or master, don't call me sir." After drinking a pot of rice wine, Shi Dahai was drunk.

"Okay, Brother Hai. Why can this little compass detect evil spirits?"

Shi Hai shook his head,

"Actually, I'm not too sure about the principle. But as long as there are ghosts appearing or casting spells nearby, unsealed monsters, or Qi trainers who are casting spells, the pointer will shake wildly, and the closer you get, the more shaking you will get." quick."

The floating blood in his abdomen was not sealed, and the compass was not wobbling, what's going on?

After thinking about it, Wu Qing had no choice but to attribute the reason to the note 2 given by Floating Blood: It doesn't really need to be sealed...

Perhaps not only in terms of its utility, but also in the fact that it is not easy to detect?
(End of this chapter)