to blame

The person speaking was a young man in his 20s, holding a steel pipe in his hand.As he walked, the steel pipe pierced across the green brick road, almost splashing sparks.

As soon as he moved, the people around got out of the car one after another, some were carrying sticks, some were carrying thick iron chains, and surrounded him aggressively.

The main purpose of this posture is not to hit people, but to scare people.

Ming Xia set up his crossbow and aimed at the man in front.

The engine sound of the motorcycle stopped, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

"From the Cao family? Or from the Ying family?" There was a short black arrow on Ming Xia's crossbow, even if there was no reflection, the sharpness of the arrow could be seen.

The man he aimed at swallowed with a thud.

Ming Xia really didn't recognize which family this person belonged to.As the monitored object of the "Sixth Group", Nan Jiang also showed him photos of some active members of Cao Ying's family. Unfortunately, Ming Xia was not sensitive to faces, and he forgot most of the photos after seeing them.

"Let me guess why you are here." Ming Xia glanced around vigilantly, and then fell back on the face of the person in front. "It's rare to be a fool who crosses races. Have you really asked about you?" Master's intention? I think it's better for you to make a phone call and ask. In my opinion, your master may not be willing to be my enemy at this juncture."

Ming Xia's work permit hadn't expired yet, messing with him was tantamount to sounding the clarion call to the action team—it wasn't stupid to a certain level, most people wouldn't do that.

"Stop talking nonsense," the man waved his hand, "Go!"

Before the words fell, the man's body jumped up suddenly, he staggered back two steps, fell to the ground, and the steel pipe in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and then he howled like a pig.

This accident shocked everyone around him, and when he saw him hugging his thigh and howling like a wolf, he realized that there was a short black arrow stuck in his thigh.

While they were stunned, another arrow was loaded into the crossbow in Ming Xia's hand.

If it was in the past, Ming Xia might have been nervous in the face of this kind of siege, but after several fights in the Xishan formation, this kind of small scene can no longer scare him.

"Whose turn is it next?" Ming Xia quickly glanced at Nan Jiang from the corner of his eyes, seeing that he was standing a little far behind her and not moving, so she felt relieved.

He knew that Nan Jiang would not wear a weapon when he was not on a mission.No matter how good your skills are, wouldn't it be silly to use your flesh and blood to compete with other people's steel pipes and iron chains?Besides, with his identity, no matter what disputes he was involved in, it would be very troublesome.Ming Xia didn't want him to be bitten with ulterior motives at all.

At this point, Nan Jiang thought of going with him.

And Qingqiu, the little thing has just turned into four legs, if he gets involved in some brawl again, who knows what kind of punishment he will receive?

So among them, only he is the most suitable for doing it.

Ming Xia shook the crossbow in his hand, aimed at the person closest to him, "Who told you to come?"

The man looked at him in panic, his hand holding the steel pipe trembled slightly, "We take people's money to eliminate disasters."

Ming Xia suddenly smiled, and the dazzling light flashed across his side face, dividing this handsome face into two parts that were almost fierce, light and dark.His smile made people feel a little chilled.

"It is said that the crackdown is on now," Ming Xia said, "If there is a personal grievance, at most you will be dragged into education. If it is a gangster gang fighting, I am afraid that you will go to prison for several years."

The man stared at Ming Xia viciously, and yelled sternly, "Fucking scares someone, you hurt someone first. We are all witnesses!"

Ming Xia was about to speak, when he saw a figure near his arm raised his arm quickly, and a black thing flew towards him very quickly.

Ming Xia quickly dodges.

The short arrow left the string, making a very slight air sound in the night. There's a "hum", and you can hardly hear it if you don't pay attention.Then there is the suppressed cry of human beings.

Another person was shot.

The man was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and the impact of the short arrow pushed him two or three meters away, and he fell to the ground on his back.And the short knife he threw was obliquely inserted into the pillar at the entrance of the fruit shop.

The decisiveness of this arrow shocked the crowd who were ready to move.

Ming Xia laughed again, "I forgot to tell you that within 200 meters, I don't need to aim, and I can hit every shot. Oh, no, this crossbow is not that powerful. But at a distance of 60-[-] meters, it can still be guaranteed. . If you don’t believe me, just try it.”

No one dared to move.

Ming Xia suddenly had an extremely strange feeling in his heart. His eyes swept over these unidentified people one by one, and finally stopped on a small man in the corner.

The black arrow aimed at his... carotid artery.

"Who are you?" Ming Xia couldn't tell what it was like, but he knew that this one was not human.

The little man stood up straight, separated the two people in front of him, and walked slowly to the place where the light could shine.

This is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a thin body and dark skin. He has a narrow face with thin eyebrows and thin eyes, but when he stares at people, there is a fierce breath in his small eyes. .

Ming Xia asked again, "Who are you?"

The little man grinned, as if trying to force a smile, "I'm passing by, let's see what's going on."

"You're not." Ming Xia dismissed him very simply, "I believe that with your knowledge and knowledge, the excitement of little hooligans fighting is not that attractive to you."

The little man smiled again, "Really."

When he spoke this time, Ming Xia noticed that he spoke with a slightly inconspicuous accent.This accent gave him a feeling of deja vu, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

"Your civilian certificate, take it out and let me have a look." Ming Xia didn't intend to let him go, he had an instinctive vigilance in his heart, which made him not want to let this person go easily.

The little man was stunned for a moment, he probably didn't expect that this person could see through his identity at a glance, "What right do you have to see my ID?"

"I have." Ming Xia is just a temporary worker, not a member of the "sixth group".But before his certificate expired, administratively speaking, he was indeed a member of the action team.

The smile on the little man's face faded, "I forgot to bring it when I went out."

Ming Xia didn't intend to let him go, "Then you memorize your number."

The little man stared at Ming Xia with gloomy eyes, "I forgot."

Ming Xia looked at him, "Then tell me the identity information of the witness."

The Yaozu live in the civilian area, in addition to having their own identity information, they also need to have complete social relations.The item of certifier is an item that must be filled in every legal civilian's certificate.

The little man was silent.

Behind them, the sound of a car engine came from a distance, and a moment later, a black car drove over at an extremely fast speed, and stopped almost close to several figures standing stiffly.

The car door was opened, and a man in a formal suit got out of the car. His eyes swept over the two people who were shot by arrows and howled and groaned, and turned to the young man with a crossbow in the middle of the encirclement.

Ming Xia wasn't sure if it was his illusion, as soon as this man appeared, the gangsters seemed to be secretly relieved, especially when he was walking forward, they took the initiative to make way for him.

Seeing his face, Ming Xia silently gave a mouthful, it turned out to be him.

Ming Xia knew this person from the information Nanjiang gave him. It is said that Yingyuan, the prince of the Ying family, went abroad to study after graduating from university. After studying for two years, the old man of the Ying family suddenly fell ill. The children and grandchildren who have the right to inherit will pinch them up.When he was having a great time pinching, the old man called Yingyuan back, and laying on the hospital bed, he began to cultivate this grandchild by hand.

Now more than ten years have passed, although the old man of the Ying family is still the king, but this one has actually sat on the throne of the grandson of the emperor.Especially in recent years, the opportunity to appear in public has rarely seen the old man, and it was always the grandson of the emperor who appeared.

This is the real power faction of the British family.

The one who was hit by the arrow first yelled out as if he wanted to confuse them, "Third brother, you came just in time, this kid is going to kill me!"

Ming Xia, "..."

Ming Xia couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Yingyuan lowered his head and glanced at his cousin who was huddled together, howling like a wolf, and of course he didn't miss the short arrow on his thigh.Then he raised his head to look at Ming Xia, and asked straight to the point, "Who will do it first?"

Ming Xia simply said, "Me."

Yingyuan looked unhappy.

Ming Xia doesn't think he doesn't know anything, it depends on the timing of this person's appearance and how well he chooses.

Yingyuan said, "You have to give me an explanation."

Ming Xia sneered, "I don't need to give you any explanation." He glanced at Nan Jiang beside him, who nodded slightly.

Yingyuan suddenly had a bad premonition.

Ming Xia has cooperated with Nanjiang for so long, so there is a tacit understanding.He was shouting for beating and killing in front, Nanjiang must have seized the time to call for help.Besides, there is Qingqiu hidden behind the fruit basket, that is the big killer on their side.

Anyway, that's what Ming Xia thought when he saw such a group of gangsters. He didn't need a helper, and he could handle it by himself.

As for what the Ying family's purpose is, let's save his rhetoric and explain it to Nanjiang and the others.Ming Xia felt that his role this night was that of a thug, standing in front of Nanjiang and Qingqiu, holding up banners and shouting slogans to attract attention.

He still wanted to speak, when he saw a black shadow flashing behind Yingyuan.

Ming Xia's eyes quickly scanned the crowd, and the little man who claimed to be a spectator just now was gone.

Ming Xia quickly sensed it, pushed away the few people who stood in front of him, and chased him along the street corner.Behind him, a white fluffy ball the size of a kitten chased after him.

Nan Jiang felt a headache.

But at this time, he couldn't catch up, because the person who confronted Yingyuan was replaced by him.At the other end of the long street, the patrol car has already driven over.

"Left, left," Qingqiu directed the direction while lying on Ming Xia's shoulder, "the intersection ahead, right."

Ming Xia chased him back and forth among the green brick and large tiled houses in the old city, and he became a little confused after a while.

He can be regarded as a person who often goes in and out of the old city, but what he is familiar with is the terrain from the commercial street to the branch compound, such small streets and alleys blocked by the commercial street. How did you go in?

It was late at night, and there were basically no people in the twisted alleys.

This is the real "old city" of the old city. The floor tiles under your feet are said to be hundreds of years old. Some alleys are narrow enough for one person to pass by, and you can't even stretch your arms.The walls on both sides are high and steep, and the moonlight is only enough to whiten a touch of old blue tiles on the top of the wall.

Ming Xia stopped in her tracks.

This is a dead end, and from where he stands, he can see the end of the short alley at a glance.And the little monster he was chasing was right there.

But Ming Xia didn't feel that he was blocked here by himself, on the contrary, it seemed more like he purposely lured himself here.

Ming Xia took two steps forward.

The moon came out of the clouds.Above their heads, where the shadows of the high walls met, and where the bright moonlight had whitened them, seemed to grow brighter.

There the little man stood, lounging against the brick wall at the end of the alley.He slightly raised his head, staring at the moonlight on the wall in a trance.

Ming Xia asked him, "Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The little man glanced at Ming Xia's shoulder, "I just want to send you a message to keep an eye on that fox on your shoulder."

The little fox stared at him innocently.

The little man turned his face away and snorted softly, "A lot of people are trying to figure it out."

Ming Xia's heart skipped a beat, and he tentatively said, "If you're talking about those guys in the formation, I already know."

The little man glanced over the little fox again, and said with a somewhat awkward expression, "It's not just them."

Ming Xia suppressed the little flames running wild in his heart, and tried his best to make himself look calmer, "You know a lot of things, I think, we can talk about conditions."