martial law

Leaning against a big tree and panting for a while, Zhang He finally calmed down his boiling blood, and his complexion gradually became better.

He walked slowly along the bank of the Donghe River. After a while, he crossed the Doufu Bridge, walked another 200 meters, and turned into an alley.

When he got here, he let out a long breath, with a smile on his face.

"Little He'er, you're back so early today, aren't you rushing to work?"

"The boss is in a good mood today, there is a happy event at home, and he sent some money. He is about to go home, have a good meal, and sleep well." Zhang He replied happily, waving his left hand.

"Brother Zhang, I see that you have been working hard for several days, and your complexion is very ugly. My mother asked you to come to my house for dinner. The hen at home is already very fat, and it's time to cook."

Xiao Cui from the tailor's shop poked her head with a flushed face and shouted crisply.

"No, thank Aunt Xiao for me. I'll go to the market to buy a elbow some other day, and I'll treat you to eat... That old hen of yours is laying eggs, it would be a pity to kill it."

Zhang He shook his head, and softly rejected Xiao Cui's offer.

He didn't notice the disappointment on the girl's face.

Greeting all the way, Zhang He kept smiling gently, and soon walked to a low wooden house, opened the door and entered.

"Master, I'm back."

"You are hurt?"

An old man with a haggard face and gray hair suddenly sat up on the bed.

His eyes fixed on Zhang He's broken right arm, and his expression gradually became sad.

Because he got up too suddenly, his breath was not smooth, and he hooked his head and coughed heart-piercingly for a long time before he said sadly: "I shouldn't have taught you plum blossom boxing. After learning boxing, you can't help but know how to use it. Maybe meet a master..."

"Master, I don't blame you. If I hadn't learned boxing, I would still be a poor kid fighting rats for food in the gutter. No one would take a second look."

Hatred flashed in Zhang He's eyes, as if he remembered the past that he didn't want to look back.

"Hey, you still can't forget that incident. It's a tragedy if you don't belong to the right family. Your mother is like this, so are you. Think about it... People can't always live in memory."

Thinking of the gentle woman from the Jiangnan water town, the old man sighed again.

He still remembered that that woman was good at painting back then, especially plum blossoms.

Temperament is also as stubborn as a plum blossom, and finally embarrasses herself to death.

He said he was persuading people to think about it, but the old man couldn't think about it at all. While he was persuading people, he also remembered his own sad things.

That year, his martial arts school had just become famous, and all the sons and daughters of rich families wanted to join him, and money and silver poured in like water every day.

However, when the man stepped into the martial arts hall, everything changed.

"Mizong Fist, such a Mizong Fist, such a No. [-] in Jinmen."

There was a throbbing pain in his lungs, and he couldn't help coughing violently again, bloodshot from the corners of his mouth.

"It's time to take medicine."

Zhang He seemed to have gotten used to the old man's cough, as if he didn't hear it, he picked up the concoction that had just boiled on the stove, poured it into a bowl, and brought it to the edge of the bed.

This medicine is very expensive.

I have also earned a lot of money in these years, except for some necessary expenses, basically it is spent here.

On the same day, that person came to the door, and he was dealing with the disciples of the Jingwu Guild Hall, so he readily agreed to come down.

If you have money to earn, you can still vent your anger on Master's behalf, so why not do it.

As for whether Fourth Sister Yang is innocent or not, he doesn't care.

All the rich daughters in the world deserve to die, he just hates not killing enough.

……

After drinking the medicine, the old man's breathing became easier, and his turbid eyes became very cold, with a slight cold light: "Who did it?"

"It's a boy who uses the iron wire fist. I didn't notice it for a while, but he strangled his right arm with the strength of a python. I had to break my arm to survive."

Speaking of that battle, Zhang He still has lingering fears.

Obviously he had the upper hand, he attacked fiercely.

As a result, it was overturned in an instant.

Looking back at this moment, he still doesn't understand.

If he did it again, he still didn't have the confidence to defeat that terrifying opponent.

Enough tolerance, enough cruelty.

I would rather use my body as bait, and fight back if I hit my own fist hard.

All kinds of left and right blocks before, turned out to be to set up a killing situation.

Such a scheming and martial arts at such a young age...

"In the area of ​​Hangzhou, Wu Zhongda is the only one who is famous for his Iron Line Fist. He was born in the Shunyuan Escort Bureau and walked in the northern desert. He has made some famous names in the wind and rain.

However, although this person's boxing skills are good, he is not a direct descendant of the Hong family, and has not learned the true meaning of Iron Line Boxing.

In addition, this person's mind is blunt and his comprehension is not good enough. Even if he practiced to the death of old age, he would not be able to develop the combination of strength and softness. "

The old man's face was full of doubts, and he said to himself.

"not him."

A trace of shame appeared on Zhang He's face, "It should be his apprentice, the third young master of the Yang family, Yang Lin."

"You mean, Yang Shoucheng's famous useless third son."

The old man's eyes were full of disbelief.

"It's him who tore off your arm, and also practiced the secret soft fist of iron wire fist and eight strikes?"

Chapter 030

Wuliu Lane is easy to find.

Especially for people like the patrol room.

Regardless of professional ability, as a law enforcement officer, first of all, you must be very familiar with the streets and alleys of the city.

And Wang Zhenwei, as the inspector of the patrol room, started from the bottom and worked in this position for many years.

He was born in a royal family in Hangzhou, and his family has been an official for generations, passed down from father to son.

The ability to investigate and handle cases is engraved in his bones.

It might be difficult for him to fight head-on, but he is very proficient at finding people to block the door.

As the saying goes, an official who is beaten with iron is an official with flowing water.

No matter who manages the city or comes here to be an official, he needs the wholehearted help of a local snake like him.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the first thing for those officials appointed by the central government to take office is to obtain understanding with local officials and rich merchants.

Only when everyone gets what they need can the job be done beautifully.

Prosperous in a trance.

After a Datong immortal operation, you can get a clean and peaceful place and a competent evaluation.

Then they jointly deceived the superiors and concealed the inferiors, and spent money to open up some important relationships.

Then, officials are promoted.

Officials still control the place day after day, waiting for the arrival of the next official.

Just like the Hangzhou city at that time, Wang Zhenwei can say that this is the Hangzhou city of the governor Zhang Ziyang, and it is also the Hangzhou city of the Wang family.

Previously in the patrol room, he had [-] patrol officers, only a few of them were with him, and the others were either training or had their own business.

It may also be that he never expected that someone would be so desperate to break into the patrol room and kill him in front of the detective.

1 unexpected.

It was the first time that Wang Zhenwei met someone like Yang Lin after being on duty for so many years.

Even the most ruthless Jiangyang bandits will not directly kill the core of a violent group in a city.

One is dangerous.

The second is completely unnecessary.

Unless there is a big enmity between life and death, otherwise, a relationship that only needs a little money to get through, is it necessary to make you die?

Even if he retreats completely afterwards and drags his family along with him, it will be difficult for him to move an inch in Hangzhou City, there is absolutely no need for that.

If Wang Zhenwei knew that there would be such a ruthless person in the Yang family, when the Qing gang came to the door with silver dollars to talk about the matter, he might think twice before deciding whether to wade into this muddy water.

However, he felt that even if things happened again, he might still make the same decision.

There are not too many silver dollars.

Of course, in the current situation, any power or influence is basically insufficient.

The only thing you can rely on is your own ability.

Wang Zhenwei walked in front, leading the way, looking like he was working diligently.

He's not putting on a show.

But really work hard.

Because, like all the poor people in this street, he just wants to survive.

In fact, when he was in the office, he saw Yang Lin make a sudden attack, knocking down two of his capable men within 0.5 seconds, and knocking Qian Xingfa into the air to block the gun, while holding his throat with one hand.

He understood.

At the end of Changning Street that day, when more than a dozen people from the Qing gang died, who was responsible for the murder?

Therefore, he admits counsel faster than anyone else.

Still the same sentence, the iron wire fist's injury is easy to recognize, but the person who shot it is hard to judge.

As a veteran of Jianghu, Wang Zhenwei can only be sure that the way of acting in that case is not quite like Wu Zhongda, the leader of the Nursing Hospital of the Yang Family, but he can't guess who is responsible for it.

Although it is impossible to determine who the murderer is, it is correct to focus on the Yang family for suspicion.

Moreover, he also understood that the murderer who attacked and murdered at night was very dangerous.

Even, it is much more dangerous than Wu Zhongda, the Four Heroes of Hangzhou.

At least, when Wu Zhongda acted, he would still talk about the rules of the world, and he would leave a little room for doing things, and he would not kill them all.

And the person who attacked that night, even ordinary people would not be spared, his punches were terrific, and his killing intent was fierce, compared to those murderers of the Qing Gang, it was even worse.

So, facing such a murderer.

He dared not move.

Even if there are a large number of patrolmen not far away...even if it is just a wink, many people will step forward to escort them, willing to die for them.

Wang Zhenwei didn't dare to move either.

Just like facing the Shangguan countless times, he only hoped to do a good job, fool him as soon as possible, and get away as soon as possible.

Then, what to do.

When the time comes, bring all the people together, and find any reason, and the Yang family will be able to handle it together.

Desperate regardless of risk?

Not worth it.

A man does not fight for the length of a day.

It's nothing to do with revenge.

……

All the way forward without words.

People on the road poked their heads out and looked at a few patrolmen in uniform with guns on their waists.

They all hid back silently.

The alley was originally a quiet environment, but at this time it was like a dead zone.