Great Imperial Merchant

Yang Zhongyuan saw Cheng Weizhe being beaten so fiercely, he ran forward like crazy and raised his hand and waved the knife, but the tiger head didn't make a move, but the military division suddenly stepped forward, and a pair of dry and thin hands firmly grabbed Yang Zhongyuan's grip. The wrist with the knife.

He is called a military division, but no one said that he does not know martial arts.

Yang Zhongyuan was pinched by him, and his heart became more and more anxious. Seeing Cheng Weizhe fell to the ground and was kicked by the tiger's head several times, his heart seemed to be shattered, and the pain was terribly painful.

With all his strength, he broke free from the military division with his right hand, and waved his left hand, heading straight for the military division's pale face.

Although Yang Zhongyuan has worked hard for more than ten years and has a lot of strength in his body, he is no match for a military master who has studied martial arts seriously. He just saw his left hand kicked on the calf and ankle by the military master as soon as he passed the uppercut. I couldn't stand anymore, and the whole person fell to one side.

However, at this moment, the military master grabbed his hand and exerted strength. He turned around and pressed him against the chopping board. His hands were bent behind him so hard that he couldn't use any strength.

"Let me go, let me go, cough, cough, cough, what are you guys doing?" Yang Zhongyuan's voice changed because of the pain, but he still shouted hoarsely.

Accompanied by the tiger's head laughing evilly, the military adviser said hoarsely, "Little boss, what do you think?"

Yang Zhongyuan twisted his shoulders vigorously, trying to break free from the restraint of the military adviser: "How much will the Cheng family give you? I can give it too. Let Azhe go."

From the moment he was pinned down by the military adviser, he realized that Hutou and the military adviser came to smash his noodle shop on purpose, and after they smashed it, they wanted to give Cheng Weizhe a hard lesson.This is also why when the two of them couldn't fight at all, Cheng Weizhe was the only one who was beaten, but he only suffered flesh injuries.

Those who will target Cheng Weizhe must be those from the Cheng family.

The opponent is skilled in martial arts and has no law in his eyes. The only thing Yang Zhongyuan can do is to use money to persuade the opponent to give up doing evil and keep Cheng Weizhe.

If the shop is smashed, it will be smashed, and talents are the most important thing.

Yang Zhongyuan was suppressed by the military adviser, and he couldn't see how Hutou beat Cheng Weizhe. He could only hear Hutou's excited laughter and the sound of his body being hit hard, but he didn't hear Cheng Weizhe's slightest sound. sound.

He must have been afraid that he would be anxious, so no matter how painful his body was, he didn't want to cry out.

Yang Zhongyuan's eyes were red. He desperately resisted the military master's suppression, and an angry cry came out of his throat: "Let me go, don't hit him."

The military division pressed him hard with both hands, but Yang Zhongyuan was not weak, he seemed to be breaking free a few times, the military division frowned, and his face suddenly sank.

He put his foot on Yang Zhongyuan's injured calf, gritted his teeth and said, "Be honest."

After being kicked by him, Yang Zhongyuan's calf was suddenly cramped with pain. In the winter, he broke out in cold sweat, and his right ankle was pierced. If he hadn't been pressed on the chopping board, he would have been unable to stand up.

But the pain in the body is nothing compared to the anxiety in the heart.

Yang Zhongyuan felt bitter in his mouth, and he wanted to continue to say something, but he also knew that these two people would not let Cheng Weizhe go.

Even if he didn't dare to kill anyone, he still wanted to let him suffer this badly. Except for the Cheng family, Yang Zhongyuan didn't think about it.Here in Danluo, no one dislikes Cheng Weizhe, and only the Cheng family doesn't want them to open a shop to make money.

Yang Zhongyuan's legs hurt a lot, and he was anxious. He tried his best to tilt his head to look at Cheng Weizhe and see how he was doing: "Azhe..."

Yang Zhongyuan's call was so hesitant and helpless.

Just when the military division and Hutou felt that the task was more than half completed, Cheng Weizhe suddenly moved.

I don't know where he got his strength, but he suddenly bowed his waist and retracted his abdomen, and rolled to the side.

"You're such a jerk!" Hutou missed him with one kick, lost his balance all of a sudden, his huge body tilted to the side, and did not drag Cheng Weizhe back immediately.

good chance!Cheng Weizhe threw himself at the watermelon knife that was thrown to the ground, held it without looking at it, and slashed straight at the military division.

In an instant, the gushing blood stained Cheng Weizhe's eyes. He hunched over in front of Yang Zhongyuan, and silently wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve: "I said, no one can touch him."

"Second brother!!" Hutou saw that the military division was chopped off by Cheng Weizhe in the shoulder, and his tiger eyes almost popped out of his sockets. He hurriedly supported the military division, and anxiously covered his shoulder with his clothes.

"The surname is Cheng, if the second brother has a good or bad relationship, I will never stop with you." Hutou hugged the military adviser tightly, and looked at Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan viciously. It was obvious that he hated them to the bone.

But neither Cheng Weizhe nor Yang Zhongyuan was in the mood to pay attention to him. Cheng Weizhe was seriously injured, and it was really rare to be able to hold out the last breath and fight back.Yang Zhongyuan supported him to sit on the ground with trembling hands: "Azhe, you will be fine, you will be!"

Cheng Weizhe smiled at him, this time he was really speechless, just now the tiger head has been picking up and kicking the less fleshy places on his body, now his internal organs are burning like fire, and his legs and arms are also a little uncomfortable He tried his best, but seeing Yang Zhongyuan's face about to cry, he still tried his best to raise his hand and touched his face.

"No...it's okay..." Cheng Weizhe reluctantly said such a sentence.

Yang Zhongyuan lowered his head and kissed Cheng Weizhe's lips very softly: "Azhe, take a break first, take a rest first."

He snatched the watermelon knife from Cheng Weizhe's hand, slowly stood up and walked straight to the tiger's head, his back was facing Cheng Weizhe, his eyes were full of viciousness that had never been shown before.

If it wasn't so hurt that it was difficult to speak, how could Cheng Weizhe only say two words to comfort him?

At this moment, Yang Zhongyuan was full of anger and gloom.

Step by step, he walked towards the tiger's head.At this moment, all he could think about was killing these two, he had already forgotten that the tiger's head was full of martial arts, and he had long since forgotten where he was at the moment.

All he knew was that anyone who hurt Cheng Weizhe deserved to die.

Hutou didn't care about him at all, he was busy helping the army to bandage, even when Yang Zhongyuan walked up to him with a knife in his hand, he didn't stand up at all.

To him, Cheng Weizhe, who had a little background, let him kick and beat him. How could this thin young man who had never learned martial arts be his opponent?

However, at the next moment, Yang Zhongyuan waved his sleeves and raised his hand, and used the sharpest blade of the watermelon knife to slash the tiger's face directly.

Without hesitation, decisively.

Hutou didn't expect that he would be completely disregarding the consequences, so he had to roll back violently with the military division in his arms, then turned around and flew high, hooked his claws with his right hand, and attacked Yang Zhongyuan's head.

Yang Zhongyuan's eyes were sharp. He knew that he couldn't beat the tiger's head, basically he didn't even have the ability to resist, but he still wanted to slash at him with his knife.

He wanted this person to be covered in wounds, blood spattered three feet, and in extreme pain.

He was already fearless, and no matter what injury he suffered, he didn't care.

Cheng Weizhe couldn't get up. In his hazy vision, he could only see the tiger's head flying up, attacking Yang Zhongyuan with its teeth and claws, but Yang Zhongyuan didn't hide at all, and even ran forward with a knife.

"Xiao Yuan..." Cheng Weizhe wanted to call him back, but when the words came out, they only became whispers.

Just when the blade and the tiger's claw were about to collide, suddenly a blue figure flew in. The man held a long stick in his hand and swung it left and right, separating Yang Zhongyuan and the tiger's head instantly.

Yang Zhongyuan showed displeasure at being obstructed by him like this. He stood still, but his hand holding the knife was abnormally hard.

On the other side, when Hutou saw the person coming, he suddenly took two steps back and retracted all the attacking moves in his hands. Although his face was still full of domineering and domineering, his movements were not presumptuous at all.

Yang Zhongyuan turned his head to look at the person who came, and immediately understood his identity.

Dan Luoti's arrest of the chief criminal officer came just in time.

The person who came was dressed in blue and strong clothes, with black sand on his hair, and was about thirty years old.

He looked at the situation in the shop, turned around and pointed at the tiger's head and ordered his subordinates: "There is a disturbance in the street, causing serious injuries, there is no law to rule, arrest it!"

Hearing what he said, Hu Tou didn't resist at all, and just said: "Liu Butou, long time no see, don't come here to be safe."

Liu Butou frowned at him, his eyes full of disgust: "Tiger Tou, this time, neither of you will be able to run away, there are all witnesses and material evidence, let's see who will protect you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and clasped his fists at Yang Zhongyuan: "Hello, little brother, my surname is Liu, and I am the head arrester of the Criminal Division. Hutou and the military division have been troubled by Danluo for many years. This time they came to your shop to make trouble, and hurt again Liu implores the two of you to sue him to the end so that they can be brought to justice."

This made sense, Yang Zhongyuan looked back at Cheng Weizhe, just about to agree, but Hutou suddenly sneered: "Naive, Liu Butou, you are still so naive after ten years."

Liu Putou held his saber tightly. He frowned and looked at Hutou and the military division who were shackled, and only said, "Take them away, and take care of them first!"

Hu Tou broke free from the restraint of the two police officers, and walked out with a big swagger. Behind him, the military master was injured and could only walk slowly with the support of the police officers, but when he passed in front of Yang Zhongyuan, he looked very gloomy. He glanced.

Not to be outdone, Yang Zhongyuan also looked at him coldly.

When both of them were taken away, Yang Zhongyuan seemed to have suddenly let go of all the corners and coldness on his body. He quickly ran to Cheng Weizhe's side, bent down to support his arm, and wanted to help him up.

"Azhe, you'll be fine after you see the doctor." Yang Zhongyuan's eyes were gentle, and his tone of voice was even more gentle, which was completely different from his performance just now.

Liu Butou was a little surprised, but soon came to his senses.He took a step forward, clasped his fists and said to Yang Zhongyuan and the two: "You two little brothers, the clerk in the yamen will be here later, after they have their injuries examined, they can ask the doctor to treat them, how about it?"

Yang Zhongyuan was a little unhappy when he heard that, he felt that Cheng Weizhe's injury could not be delayed, and if he died, he would feel extremely uncomfortable.

But Cheng Weizhe pressed his hand, nodded to Liu Butou, and said in a hoarse voice, "We, sue."

He glanced across Liu Butou's face, and then fixedly looked outside the shop.

I don't know when it started, another winter snow came quietly.