There is a small crack in the iron door of the garbage channel through which sounds from outside can come in. Xu Lin, who was trapped in the "ruin", pressed against the crack and held his breath, capturing the sounds outside.

The apprentice was really caught. He heard a man shouting: "Take this one away first... You should give him some clothes to cover up - the others continue to search. Yu Yu, you should go back with them first, just in case.

If you can't catch the target, you are responsible for preparing materials and offering a reward for the wanted person."

Xu Lin clenched his fists loudly.

Over the years, big cities have become more and more difficult to live in, and if you are not careful, you will be reported and arrested - wasn't last year's "Elysium" ruined by one pot? They can only keep moving to various small places, Xu Lin feels

I am about to go to the old, young, marginalized and poor area to run for village party secretary!

Because of this trend, the quality of the disciples and believers recruited is of course becoming more and more worrying.

Xu Lin boasts that he has received the true inheritance of "Wan Muchun". The Kung Fu of "Wan Muchun" is not like breaking a big stone in the chest. It is an absolute technical route that cannot be learned without a little bit of spiritual energy - such as his gang who were beaten by Gan

The disciples that Qing had taken care of were all as stupid as donkeys. They had to draw lines and make drafts before asking for the sword. At first glance, I thought they were going to tattoo a big blue dragon on a person's neck.

Xu Lin has very few apprentices who can cooperate with him tacitly, and those who come out to help with hidden arrows are even rarer, one in a million.

This time it's fine, his hair and horns are just broken like this!

Xu Lin was so frightened no matter what he thought. At this moment, a woman's voice came from far away: "...Yes, that's my home."

The corners of his eyes twitched, Zhang Meizhen!

"...I don't know, there is a tenant living here...maybe he offended someone."

"Today? Today, a few old friends who I haven't contacted for a long time suddenly came to me and said that someone was coming in the evening... Fortunately, they were all from other places and were not familiar with Yan Ning. They used their car... Who was the person who reported the news?

I can say that... it's just that... it's not a regular rental car, I said I won't cause trouble to them, right?"

"My tenant said she would handle it on her own and asked me to hide away for a while. She assured me that everything would be fine, and even settled the payment in advance to move out. I was afraid that something might happen to a little girl like her, so I called the police... You didn't see her either.

Really? Oh, it seems that you ran away in time. You can hide for a while, there are all kinds of people now."

A large artery in Xu Lin's neck throbbed wildly.

No wonder.

He thought, why can the Xingjiao Gang swear to ensure that Zhang Meizhen is not there? It’s because she walked away knowingly and intentionally. The information about Wan Muchun ordering takeout at what time was all made up by those Xingjiao Gang!

Gan Qing took action twice in total. One was to follow Xiang Xiaoman and take down the Chunzi Club where the Xu family was operating in Yanning. The other was to pursue the farmhouse of "Elysium" where they were engaged in illegal preaching. In fact, she did not count both times.

Show her face, because everyone who figured out her origins was arrested by the police. And the news that "Wan Muchun is in Yanning City" clearly came from the Walking Foot Gang!

Wang Jiusheng, who is a gang of troublemakers in the Xingjiao Gang and sells goods at both ends, is really "a thousand tricks are not as good as one." He can rely on these eight words "to divert trouble from the east and kill with a borrowed knife" for the rest of his life.

He used the Beggar Gang to bring down Zhang Meizhen, used Yang Ping as his shield, used Wan Muchun's knife to make Wei Huan and his fellow disciples fight each other, and then engineered Yang Ping to kill Wei Xiao himself.

Now, Wei Xiao's apprentice crawled out of hell to seek revenge. It happened that the Xingjiao Gang was weak, so he pushed the Xu family out without even thinking!

Wang,jiu,win!

The police searched the surrounding area for more than two hours, but found nothing, and then withdrew in batches. Xu Lin squatted until his legs were numb, and finally got over it, climbed up the garbage channel again, and took advantage of the last opportunity before dawn.

When it was dark, he got out from the sixth floor again and slipped into the night silently.

The smell of incense from 1003 was like a gangrene in the bones, lingering around him relentlessly. It didn't lose a bit even after huddled in the ancient garbage channel for half a night. Unfortunately, Xu Lin's nose was numb and he didn't notice it.

He cursed Wang Jiusheng like this and ran back to find his accomplices.

Detective Miao Feng walked into the interrogation room. Inside, Yang Ping heard the person coming and did not react. He sat without raising his head. His bones were covered with a thin layer of skin, with veins floating on the skin. His eye sockets were sunken and the texture was like

The wrinkled dates look quite chewy.

Other prisoners only had one pair of handcuffs, but Yang Ping was special. After coming out of the hospital, he broke free of the fine steel handcuffs once. He was really a dangerous person, so he received generous treatment. He was kept on three floors inside and three outside.

Locked.

Team Miao had met Yang Qing and Yang Yifan. The two of them had an immortal spirit and an extraordinary aura. They couldn't imagine why there would be such a person between the two generations of ancestors and grandchildren.

"I heard that you refused to cooperate with the investigation and neither admitted to taking drugs nor to killing anyone?"

Yang Ping rolled his eyes at him and sneered with yellow teeth: "What kind of poison did I take? Has it been tested? Who was killed? Do you have any evidence?"

Team Miao answered him without changing his expression: "It really does."

Yang Ping was stunned.

"Your old friend, Tian Zhanpeng and more than a dozen people, collectively identified you as related to the death of a man named 'Wei Changsheng' - who used to be named Wei Xiao - eight years ago. The confession has been repeatedly confirmed," Team Miao said.

Then he pulled out a folder from under his arm and said, "We also collected these things."

As he spoke, he poured out the contents of the folder, which were the dozen mysterious photos that Gan Qing had received.

Yang Ping sat upright suddenly: "What is this?"

Who took the photo?

Yang Ping opened his eyes as wide as ping pong balls - the people he dragged into the water that day to testify were all in the photo. They were living a good life and there was no way they would have betrayed themselves... that... from the back alley of the mud pond.

Who else knows?

"This was given to us by an enthusiastic citizen. I also want to know," Miao Feng leaned forward slightly, "What is this? Oh, speaking of these confusing photos, there is another interesting thing. Those friends who identified you

We all agree that you took these photos."

Yang Ping: "Let go..."

"Because they also received a letter, and we got it too," Captain Miao smiled, "Want to know what was written? Let me read it to you."

Yang Ping sat blankly for a while. Suddenly, the corners of his eyes jumped up like cramps: "Wang, Jiu, win!"

On a resort island in the Pacific Ocean, Wang Jiusheng suddenly woke up, and his vision went dark. He quickly climbed onto the bedside table, grabbed the medicine, and poured the half-cup of water left before going to bed into his mouth. Afterwards, he pushed the pillow away.

Lifting his neck back, he lay in a body-cold posture, staring stiffly at the ceiling, sighing long and short, waiting for the heart palpitations to pass.

The more sleeping pills I took, the less effective they became. I was still dreaming when I should be dreaming, but in the dream my mind was confused and I forgot what I dreamed about when I opened my eyes. All that was left was the feeling of someone sitting flat on my chest.

There are large floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the hotel, and there is a swimming pool outside. When the night wind blows, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and you can hear the distant sound of waves while lying in the room. But these thin white noises did not bring him any excitement.

Peace, as soon as Wang Jiusheng closed his eyes, he felt that the surroundings were filled with whispers, and the empty room seemed to be crowded with people.

Damn, died unjustly, and still lingers.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Wang Jiusheng was excited and picked up the phone: "Hello?"

The phone number he originally used has been discontinued and is now in the country. Only a few close friends know the new number, which is used to control the situation in Yanning.

Wang Jiusheng has experienced severe crackdowns. In the 1980s, when he had a conflict with the Beggar Gang and burned people to death, the Walking Foot Gang went through severe turmoil. But after the limelight passed, didn't he still want the wind to prevail and the rain to rain?

Not only did he usurp Zhang Meizhen's position, he also took the opportunity to clean up the gang, own his own industry, and gradually climbed to his current position.

Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, this is not guaranteed. Wang Jiusheng has experienced so many storms and waves in his life, and every accident seems to be an opportunity for him.

He believes this time will be no exception.

He originally wanted to go out for a while, but he didn't go far. He wanted to wait for the wind and the sea to calm down before returning home. But who knew that the storm not only showed no intention of stopping, but instead got bigger and bigger. He lost contact with his people one by one.

Now, fewer and fewer people know this phone number, which makes Wang Jiusheng feel afraid of being left alone on the island. He is almost looking forward to someone calling.

"Mr. Wang," the person on the phone said in a hurried tone, "she has started to move around with the Red Bat Order."

Wang Jiusheng: "...who?"

"Zhang Meizhen, recently our people have been taken away by the police for investigation every three days. The police are stationed wherever the fleet is doing work. The stores are also checking license plates everywhere, and those without licenses are immediately closed. There are a lot of rumors in the gang, and they all

He said that your wife and children have moved abroad a long time ago, and you are definitely not planning to come back, nor are you planning to care about our life or death. Zhang Meizhen took the opportunity to contact a group of old people from other places, and they are discussing expelling you from the Trip Gang."

For thirty years, Wang Jiusheng has always felt that the Xingjiao Gang was his private property, and he did not realize what it meant to "expell him from the Xijiao Gang".

He asked as if sleepwalking: "What?"

"It's true. People are panicking now, and many people are shaken. The old woman even joined forces with Yang Qing from the Beggar Clan, and that little brat from the Yu family issued an alliance leader order. They called for a meeting at the end of the month, saying that they would bring together more than 30 people from the two factions.

I don’t understand the feud of 2016. Yes... they found a group of lawyers from nowhere and said they wanted to check our accounts, check... check your accounts, and also said that Futongda has been covered by you for so many years, and it is obviously us.

The gang's properties are now all named Wang..."

Wang Jiusheng sat up like a corpse.

"When will you come back? If you don't show up, we brothers really don't know whose last name we will take, Master Beiduo!"

Wang Jiusheng's heartbeat, which had just calmed down under the influence of the drug, began to beat wildly again. He took a breath and felt that he understood everything in his heart - how could the old woman in the Kefu Kezi Kequan Community be so tired after so many years?

Are you suddenly looking for a tenant? How could it be such a coincidence that the tenant you recruited is Wei Xiao’s apprentice who was released from prison?

After fussing for a long time, they turned out to be waiting for him here.

It's all a conspiracy.

Wang Jiusheng thought that she deliberately used Wan Muchun as bait to lure him into the bait, and then colluded with Yang Qing from the Beggar Clan to force him to go abroad to avoid trouble, in order to usurp his more than thirty years of hard work.

"What about Wan Muchun?" Wang Jiusheng asked, "Did you accomplish what I asked you to do?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while: "Yes, I was just about to tell you that the second thing should be... done."

Wang Jiusheng said angrily: "What do you mean should!"

"I didn't see it with my own eyes. Two Xu family members went there that day. One ran away and the other was lost in the hands of the police. Several of our brothers who contacted them can't be contacted now. You think, if it didn't work, how could the police

Came here for no reason?”

Wang Jiusheng: "What's going on with the police? There's no news from the Xu family?"
To be continued...