Second update, first of all, I would like to thank Yan, who is good at speaking, for his strong support and pertinent suggestions. I will definitely work harder. I believe everyone knows that the success of a book is inseparable from everyone's efforts. I also hope that some of your views and good suggestions on this book can be mentioned in the book review area! Thank you,

Then I said that I would take a day off today. The reason is that some details in the second volume need to be carefully considered, otherwise I would be afraid that there will be big loopholes in my writing in a confused manner. I hope everyone will forgive me!

Chapter 102:

Hong Erbai, who was sitting in the office at this time, had a headache. After struggling for so many years, he finally got to be a powerful man in Shanghai. He was quite helpless when facing the police chief's son who was fired and killed in his own place.

It’s not that he was afraid of the revenge he was in anger by Zhang Qingjun, but that he felt that he was caught in a mess for no reason. He had already done a lot of face and nodded and bowed to comfort him, so he let Zhang Qingjun, who had a gloomy face, settled Zhang Xuewu’s body without saying a word.

Hong Erbai, who was lying on the boss' chair, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples gently, suddenly chuckled:

"Yang Qingwu, Yang Qingwu, ha! He is such an interesting young man. I underestimate you. A poor boy can climb to the Jiang family and dare to offend the Zhang family. If you can escape this disaster, I really want to sit down with you and have some wine and have a meal."

After the words fell, he slowly said to the manager of the two noble ladies bars standing aside:

"When I let the news out, I, Fatty Hong, added another five million to the secret flower to buy Yang Qingwu's head."

The manager, who was so arrogant that he didn't dare to say a word, was about to turn around and leave when he heard this. When he just walked to the door, he was stopped by Hong Erbai.

"Wait, if you add another sentence, you will say that you will be 10 million! You have to say a few words to me!"

In this way, Hong Erbai's kung fu can be considered a master. Your son, Zhang Qingjun, was a bitch, but God couldn't stand it and wanted to accept someone, no one had anything to say.

Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night. At least it can be seen from the sirens that have been roaring all night in the streets and alleys of Shanghai and the Chinese public security system website that have just refreshed Yang Qingwu's wanted order.

When the boss and the boss who had already turned off the lights and had been asleep for a long time, they were awakened by the police's banging door. The boss who was kicked out of bed and opened the door looked at the live ammunition outside the door, which was like a practical exercise to surround the terrorists. The police officers with full body armor and helmets were so scared that they were immediately sleepless. Subconsciously, they raised their hands and said in a crying voice:

"I will never dare to buy gutter oil again!"

The armed police who searched Yang Qingwu's room almost three feet long naturally threw Zhang Sheng, who was sleeping, out of the bed, carefully compared the photos taken from the surveillance video, and found that it was not the person above who had just taken away the guns on his head. Zhang Sheng was so scared that he almost wanted to diapers.

Zhao Jia and Zhao Hao were not spared. After being searched through boxes and cabinets, they took away the boss and left a sentence, Yang Qingwu is a murder suspect, you were taken back to explain the situation. If any clues and information about Yang Qingwu were reported to the Public Security Bureau immediately, then everyone was left in panic.

The neighbors who woke up in the middle of the night immediately pulled the shoes that had not been able to lift up after the armed police left and asked in a row:

"What's wrong? What's the boss doing? Is it because of Qingniu? Didn't Qingniu come out today?"

The boss's wife stomped her feet and said in a turbulent wave:

"Everyone goes home to sleep. What's the matter? I'll be back tomorrow!"

The boss lady who knocked away the boring late-night onlookers closed the door and asked Zhang Sheng:

"Qingniu and Lao Jiang have never come back tonight since they left?"

"Yeah, I haven't come back!"

The boss's wife said she stopped talking, her face was complicated and ugly!

"Mom, did Niu Xiaozi kill someone?"

Zhao Hao asked with excitement and undepressedness. Zhao Jia and Zhao Sheng were also looking at the boss's wife with anticipation.

"What are you asking so much for every child? Hurry up and go back to your room to sleep!"

For example, the storm that started a few days ago was not very big and did not subside because of Yang Qingwu's release from prison. Instead, the raven was even more unwilling to give up, and then it caused such a big hurricane.

Especially after Hong Erbai's words "Five million to sell people's heads and ten million to breathe" were reported, the entire Chinese circle of big and small, which was not white, was immediately excited. You should know that this was a big deal of 15 million, and it was in the early 1990s, when 10 million was extremely tempting!

No matter whether it is intentional or powerful, they are interested in asking what kind of character this young man named Yang Qingwu is worth such a price. In less than ten hours, the only photo Yang Qingwu took when he was taken back to the police station by Xu Sen, the police station, was immediately spread to all over the country. There are special police officers in the armed police, and they are not bad at hooligans. Of course, there are no less local tyrants like Duan Gong, Wu Zhiyuan, and Sun Yaomian. However, most people have different reactions when they see that ordinary photo that is no longer ordinary than when they hear that strange name.

Wei Duan Gong, who was watching a Shandong slider biting with a bulldog in a dog fighting field, heard the crown prince who had just arrived. This capable general who was very pleased with his appetite said enthusiastically that he wanted to tell him a fresh joke. Wei Duan Gong, whose eyes were not removed from the two biting fur, said with some dismay:

"Yeah, let's talk!"

The crown prince who knew that Wei Duan Gong liked this was not concerned, and then smiled:

"It is said that the son of the Shanghai Public Security Bureau Director was stabbed to death by a little bastard not long ago, and it was a lady. Haha, now Fatty Hong threw out ten million dark flowers, Zhang Qingjun was also desperate to issue a wanted order and threw out another five million. The big players in China who are in black are probably a little moved. Otherwise, we will also inquire about the whereabouts of this kid!"

"Oh, is there such a thing? That little bastard is also a man of kindness. What's his name? If you don't bother with the Song Dynasty, call Yu Hanliang and bring some people back. Throwing it in Shanghai is also a favor. We don't want his little money!"

"It's called Yang Qingwu!"

The crown prince nodded when he heard this, thought it was feasible, and then said his name.

"What? Yang Qingwu? Say it again!"

Mr. Wei Duan stood up suddenly, accidentally turned the teacup in front of him and sprinkled his pants with wet, unconsciously, and looked straight at the crown prince and asked sternly:

"Is it called Yang Qingwu? What's wrong with Mr. Wei?"

Duan of Wei was sure that it was Yang Qingwu, and he stood there for a long time before muttering:

"Release news, if anyone on the ground in Nanjing dares to think about this dark flower, don't be killed! Just say it was said by my Duan of Wei."

"Master Wei, this is obviously offending people! It's not good to do it!"

When the crown prince heard this, he asked in confusion: Is this nine thousand-year-old Duan of Wei singing the play?

Throw down a sentence when did you like to ask so many questions and leave the terrified crown prince. Wei Duan Gong turned around and left without glance at the two dogs that had not yet decided the outcome. He walked to a quiet corner, took out the phone and took out a long time to calm down before he pressed the phone that had already been deeply imprinted into his heart.

And this was what Wu Xi said when he told the news of the Supreme Emperor of Subei Wu Zhiyuan.

"Dad, there was something wrong with that young man who seemed to be preparing to help his aunt with his funeral."

Wu Zhiyuan, who had just woken up and had not fed the thrush with a gentle twelfth, asked lightly what a big deal that would make you panic so early in the morning.

"Killing the son of the city police chief, he is wanted nationwide. The 15 million dark flower gangster literary commotion is a big deal."

"Oh? There's such a thing!"

Wu Zhiyuan, who had just picked up some bird food, immediately put it down when he heard this, his white eyebrows trembled slightly, and he raised his voice:

"Um."

"Just say that my Wu family will save his life no matter what. You don't have to hide this. Even if anyone doesn't like to listen, you have to listen!"

The old man pondered for a moment, and said helplessly, feeling a little headache:

There is no other reason, just because Grandma Chang wrote in her letter at that time:

"Qingniu is a good child and a bitter child. Good people should be rewarded. I don't ask you to help him much. That is not what I want to see. I just think that brother, you can help this child save his life when he is wronged to death. It can be regarded as accumulating some good deeds for me!"

That faint accumulation of good deeds really made him unable to sit idly by.

When the news reached Inner Mongolia, Sun Yaomian, who was known as the Mongolian prince, also shook his gray eyebrows, and after a while, he only said lightly:

"This child cannot die, he cannot die. If he dies, Ah Chang will blame me. How could the child who wants to give the bracelet be a bad child!"

Once these three news came out, the entire China was astonished as if it was adding fuel to the fire. They all guessed who this Yang Qingwu was, and they had such energy!

No matter what, it was a bit miserable after thinking about it. Yang Qingwu, a miserable man who finally fled to Guangdong in a hurry, had been on the train for 18 hours and arrived in Guangdong safely. This city of gold is known as the Window of China.

The train ran all the way and finally arrived in Guangzhou.

Fortunately, it was a train that was about five or six in the evening. The police who had been busy at the train station for a day were so tired that they were absent-minded, so they looked over and over again.

Fortunately, Yang Qingwu found a pair of scissors in the car and hid in the toilet and cut all the hairs. In addition, several people got off the car separately and did not attract too much attention. He also walked out of the railway station with a rapid heartbeat that obviously increased the police force for strict inspection. Especially when Yang Qingwu accidentally saw the police holding the portrait of his figure in his hand, his eyes suddenly tightened, and he forced himself to slow down and walked out of the station casually and naturally.

What he didn't know was a hurricane that was triggered by him. Shanghai was a hurricane that had already filled China from all over the world.
Chapter completed!