It was still dozens of steps away from the fish shop, and everyone had already smelled the fishy smell. Fortunately, it was just fishy and not smelly. The fish shop should have raised live fish in a wooden tank.

Yan Cunchong waved his hand to the bad guy behind him, and the few people understood and scattered.

Not long after, a bad person came back and whispered: "I have checked the fish around me. There is only one main entrance on the surface and there is no other exit. It is consistent with the house deeds retained by the West City Administration."

"Has Wuhou scattered it out?" Yan Cun asked.

"I've scattered it, and all the roads leading to the fishing are guarded by Wuhou. If anyone wants to escape from this area, they will definitely be discovered, but..." The bad guy who replied was dissatisfied, "How long can they stay on their posts and will they sneak up on the phone? It's hard to say, I think these people really... can't do it."

"Then let's be quicker and don't let others wait until they are impatient," Yan Cun said: "You are waiting here, I'll go and stumble."

After saying that, he quietly did not go forward.

At this moment, the fish shop and the surrounding shops had tight door panels, without any lights.

Yan Cun walked closer, put his ear on the door panel and listened for a while, but there was no sound. He raised his hand and slapped the door.

After taking a dozen shots, Yan Cun said anxiously: "Boss, okay, the patient at home has only one last breath and wants to eat fish."

“Can’t wait?”

"The dead can't wait."

After a blink of an eye, a door panel opened a crack, and a pair of eyes looked at Yan Cun carefully, and then looked into the darkness behind him.

With the moonlight, Yan Cun also saw the face clearly. He was a man in his thirties, with pale skin - the white ones soaked out because he made a living in the water. His shoulders were wide and thick, and his arms were thick, which was very consistent with the characteristics of a fisherman.

"Come in and talk." The white-faced man flashed and gave up a position where only one person could pass.

Yan Cun entered the house.

"What kind of fish do you want to buy, brother?" asked the white-faced man.

He was very cautious. Even though Yan Cun had answered the code correctly, he still had to test it again.

The room was too dark, and Yan Cun could only vaguely see a wooden table not far from entering the door. He broke to the wooden table, sat down, and replied, "I'll find a small fish."

In Qiongqi, murderous transactions are called "big fish", while sales are "little fish".

"oh?"

Yan Cun continued: "Today, Qiongqi's people entered Lu's mansion and took Lu Congjian's life. I want to know who paid for you."

Scared—

The white-faced man pulled out his knife. It was a ridge knife for killing fish. There was a bloodletting groove on it, and the cold light shone in the darkness.

"Brother, I've come to the wrong place," said the white-faced man: "I'm afraid I'll go but never return this time."

Everyone knows that revealing employer information is a taboo in this trip. The reason why Qiongqi can stand firm is because he abides by the rules and is trustworthy.

Yan Cun was so timid inquiring about the information of the financial owner, in the eyes of the white-faced man, he was already a dead person.

"What's nervous?" Yan Cun stretched out a finger and pushed away the edge knife that was about to hit his face. "A few months ago, you leaked the news that I was going to encircle the Huya Gang? Because of the leak, I had to act in advance and almost missed the big fish of the leader of the gang. I happened to free up my hands now, why don't we calculate the new and old accounts together?"

This is half true and half false. The operation was indeed leaked. Yan Cunke didn't know whether it was the news that Qiongqi sold it.

His purpose was not to convict Qiongqi, but to reveal his identity.

The white-faced man naturally understood Yan Cun’s meaning and retreated three inches back.

Encircling and suppressing the Tiger Teeth Gang... Could it be that this person is Yan Luo? Why did an official officer come to their fish shop? Could it be that Qiongqi was targeted by the government?...

There were too many fatal questions for a moment, and the white-faced man hesitated, but he didn't have the confidence to ask more questions from Yan Luo.

When he hesitated, another voice rang out.

"The King of Hell is so flattered to visit my broken fish."

It's the voice of a woman.

A candle lit up in the house. A thin candle and a small candlelight. After lit, Yan Cun could indeed see people and things within ten feet of the square table.

But against the backdrop of this light, the place ten feet away is darker, and the dangers of hiding in it are more difficult to distinguish.

But at this moment, Yan Cun could no longer care about the danger because he saw the woman talking clearly.

A woman in her thirties.

She sat on the edge of the wooden barrel where she raised fish, and her whole body was wrapped tightly in fish-skin suits. The tight fish-skin suits highlighted her figure, so she was more attractive than the woman in exposed underwear in the courtyard.

There are crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but no one will assign her from the ranks of "beauties". On the contrary, because of the years, the calmness in her eyes is by no means comparable to ordinary women, which makes her seem even more sacred and inviolable.

It's Dad.

A woman called a nickname that was even more manly than a man. Yan Cun didn't believe this when he heard this from the arrested assassin. Now he believed it when he saw the real person. This woman's demeanor of commanding the overall situation cannot be imitated.

No matter whether her nickname is her father or mother, she is Qiongqi's leader in Chang'an.

Seeing her, even if the task was completed half, Yan Cun dared not take it lightly.

The woman reached out to lift a handful of water in the wooden barrel and looked at Yan Cun with interest. She chuckled and said, "It seems that the portrait of Yan Luo we sold before is quite similar."

Yan Cun was amused by this woman, "You have sold my portrait?"

"There are so many people who want to find out the details of Yan Luo, and your news is very hot."

"So, you know my details very well? I'll ask myself, do you have to pay?" Yan Cun raised his eyebrows and said.

The woman glanced at the white-faced man, who withdrew his edge knife and retreated into the darkness. Soon, the other man served two cups of tea.

The woman said politely: "No matter what kind of food and drink in my place, it has a fishy smell and cannot be erased. Do you mind Yan Luo?"

Yan Cun picked up the cup and took a sip.

This left a good impression on the woman. She jumped down from the edge of the barrel and sat opposite Yan Cun. "Yan Luo wants to listen to his own news, so he naturally does not charge money. If I say something wrong, please correct me."

"good."

"You are a Taoist in Guannei, born in Lingzhou, your father is a border guard general in the previous dynasty, and your mother... Because of your bravery, there are rumors that your mother is a Turkic person, but I don't believe it. Your appearance is obvious to be a pure Han person.

In the eighth year of Daye, your father and two brothers accompanied the army to conquer Goguryeo, and all died in battle. A small military official who was whipped by your father for greed for ink and military rations took revenge on your family, forced your mother to death, and gave your two sisters to the Turks.

Since then, there is still the Yan family, and you are the only one left.

There are rumors that you became a bandit, and later you were granted the imperial edict to the emperor with the leader of the bandit. I have always been skeptical about this because everyone in the army has records of merit and demerit. I asked someone to check it out, but you are not there.

No one knows your news about the new dynasty, but one thing caught my attention. In the eight years of Wude, that is, last year, the small official who forced your family to be destroyed died overnight. Is it your work?

As for the years that disappeared in the middle, I speculate that with your courage, you can do something to find your sister.

Then, this year, you came to Chang'an and, with the recommendation of Wannian County Magistrate Wang Fangzhuo, became his county lieutenant.

Oh, by the way, I found out that Wang Fangzhuo had worked in the same frontier camp as your father. The military officers he served at the time were old friends, right? Apart from that, you have no other backing."

The woman was silent and looked forward to Yan Cun's correction.
Chapter completed!