Skilled in managing a house

When the man saw his master looking over angrily, he naturally understood what he meant. The bed covered with white paper belonged to him. Because he left in a hurry, his compass and lunar calendar were left on the bed.

This was just a small oversight, and the man didn't take it seriously. He really didn't expect that people could use this to infer that they would come to pull the trees away tonight, so they blocked it here.

The man had just seen Zhang Yu and the rickety old man fighting each other. In this round, neither of them claimed to have taken advantage, and they were probably about the same strength. And his own strength was obviously not enough, so he didn't dare to say anything, lowered his head, and stood there honestly.

The rickety old man obviously also knew that now was not the time to blame his apprentice. He looked at Zhang Yu again and said: "Your Excellency's insight is indeed superior to others. Now that the matter has come to this, I have nothing more to say, then..."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly raised the crutch in his hand and pointed it at Zhang Yu. Unfortunately, before he could straighten his crutches, a large net fell out of thin air and covered his body directly.

"Ouch..."

The rickety old man felt an invisible force pressing down on him, making him unable to stand at all. He staggered and fell to the ground.

"How capable I thought I was, it turns out I just shouted for joy!" A girl's voice rang from the side.

That’s right! This girl is none other than Zhang Yinling who came with Zhang Yu.

This girl got Zhang Yu's notice in the evening and came with her. She and Zhu Jiuzhen were sitting in the car next to her, and they only came down after Zhang Yu got off. Seeing the rickety old man's harsh words, Zhang Yingling had long been impatient. Seeing that the other party was about to take action, she simply used a dragnet to hit him.

The rickety old man couldn't bear this. He was covered up on the spot and couldn't get up.

His disciples and all the men were stunned when they saw this scene. In the eyes of the thirty-year-old man, his master was quite powerful, but now he was defeated without even holding on for a single round. This guy was at a loss. The other men looked at each other and knew that they were definitely no match. The one who reacted quickly shouted on the spot: "Run!"

This voice reminded everyone, and the men turned around and ran away. But before they could take a step forward, Zhang Yu from behind shouted, "I still want to run!"

The sound just fell, and the sound of "咻咻咻" sounded again.

"Ah..." "Ah..." "Ouch..." "Ah..." "Ah..."...A series of screams followed, and both that man and other men fell down one after another. On the ground.

Obviously, this was just Zhang Yu casually playing out copper coins and knocking them all down. Zhang Yu was still showing mercy and did not fully exert his strength. Otherwise, he would not only defeat them. Just like the tires of the big truck were broken before, that was the effect Zhang Yu had with copper coins.

"Get everyone in the car behind!" Zhang Yu shouted.

At that moment, Li Mingyue, Zhu Jiuzhen and others ran forward quickly.

There were four trucks behind the car, and the truck drivers were all on board. When they realized that the situation was not good and wanted to escape, it was too late.

The four drivers were pulled out of the car one after another. They also knew that the situation was over, so they had no choice but to be dragged to Zhang Yu.

"Master, we've all been arrested!" said the fat man Li Mingyue.

Zhang Yu nodded with satisfaction, came to the man, kicked him first, and said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Ren Song." The man could only answer honestly.

"Let me ask you, which one of you is Wang Zhongmin?" Zhang Yu asked.

"He's not here..." Ren Song said.

"Not here..." Zhang Yu glanced at the men lying on the ground and the four drivers Li Mingyue had captured.

Looking at his clothes and appearance, Zhang Yu also felt that no one looked like the factory director. After thinking for a while, Zhang Yu said: "Take all the people and cars and go to Baimei Palace together."

The reason why he did not hand over the rickety old man and others directly to the police or to Chu Zhenhuan was entirely because Wang Zhongmin was not among them.

Although everyone knows that the rickety old man used sorcery to kill people, there is no evidence. When it comes to this kind of thing, only the Taoist Association is the best to come forward. Otherwise, once it is handed over to the Independent Commission Against Corruption or the patrol room, the rickety old man will not admit his fault, and they will not recruit him. To strike while the iron is hot, it would be most reliable to take the person to Baimei Palace first, wait for the old guy to admit honestly, testify Wang Zhongmin, and then hand it over to Chu Zhenhuan.

"Yes, Master." "Yes, Master."...

The disciples agreed together that they would take everyone away.

However, at this moment, the sound of a patrol car suddenly sounded from the opposite side.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Yu couldn't help but froze for a moment, walked around the Passat and looked forward.

His disciples also heard the sound one after another. Some were responsible for watching the rickety old man and others, and some followed Zhang Yu to check what happened. Not long after, five patrol cars were seen driving up from behind.

The patrol car arrived in front of Zhang Yu and others, and then slowly stopped.

The car door opened, and a series of patrol officers came out of the car one after another. Three of the five patrol cars were vans, so there were a lot of people on patrol, more than twenty.

In the first car, a middle-aged female police officer got out. The female patrol officer faced Zhang Yu and walked over slowly. As she walked, she said, "Who are you?"

"Wuliang Tianzun, the poor Taoist is Zhang Yu, the abbot of Wudang Taoist Temple. Where are you patrolling..." Zhang Yu said politely.

Zhang Yu was quite confused about the sudden arrival of the patrol.

The middle-aged female patrol officer walked up to Zhang Yu, pointed to the vehicle parked on the road, and said seriously: "What's going on?"

"We are from the Taoist Association. They stole the wood from the White Eyebrow Palace. We came here to take them back to the White Eyebrow Palace." Zhang Yu said.

"Stealing the wood from Baimei Palace..." The middle-aged female patrol officer looked at Zhang Yu doubtfully.

Zhang Yu actually didn't know how to say this kind of thing better.

"Captain, this is my ID as the vice president of the Zhenhai Taoist Association. In addition, I am also a member of the Zhenhai Parliament."

The female patrol took the two documents and glanced at them, then said politely: "So you are Mr. Zhang Yu of the Wudang Group, disrespectful..."

After saying this, she saluted Zhang Yu, then took out her ID from her pocket and handed it to Zhang Yu, "Hello, I am Sun Mei, captain of the first execution team of the Zhennan District Serious Crime Team. There is a police officer on the national highway. Criminal case, we were rushing over to check the scene and passed by here."

Zhang Yu was relieved when he heard that the middle-aged female patrolman Sun Mei said that she was passing by. He then opened Sun Mei's ID, which was definitely a genuine police warrant.

He returned the ID to Sun Mei, and Sun Mei returned his ID to him. Zhang Yu said: "Captain Sun, these people have stolen the wood from Baimei Palace. We plan to take them back to Baimei Palace and hand them over to President Yuan of the Taoist Association first, and then to the patrol room. If Capt. Sun doesn't believe me, Yes, you can send someone to follow and go together."