Hearing Gu Menghan's words and feeling the hatred for herself in her heart, the bald man didn't care, spread his hands, so he said in embarrassment: "Although I don't want to do this, but since Mr. Gu said so, then I might as well be respectful." ”

Saying that, the bald man walked towards Gu Menghan step by step.

Seeing the bald man slowly walking towards him, he was dying because of Uncle Zhong's serious injury, and Gu Menghan, who was full of grief and indignation, did not show fear, but stubbornly looked at the bald man.

Just when the bald man was still five or six steps away from Gu Menghan, a figure suddenly flashed at the door of the office, and said lightly to the bald man who was walking towards Gu Menghan: "Next, your opponent is me." ”

Hearing this sudden sound, the bald man stopped, turned his head, and saw a strange young man suddenly appearing at the door of the office. The bald man was surprised, "Are you?"

Without waiting for the young man to respond, Gu Menghan, who was pulling Duan Xianzhong's arm, once again shed tears in his eyes, and couldn't help his sad emotions, and cried to the young man who suddenly appeared: "Yang Ye, Uncle Zhong, Uncle Zhong, he is dying." ”

Hearing Gu Menghan's words, Yang Ye took a few quick steps and came to Gu Menghan's side, in the process, the bald man did not make a move, but just looked at the man named Yang Ye silently.

After coming to Gu Menghan and Duan Xianzhong, Yang Ye stretched out his hand, put Duan Xianzhong's arm on his shoulder, helped him up, and sat on the sofa behind him.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ye tore open Duan Xianzhong's clothes and checked the injuries on his body, and Yang Ye's face suddenly became gloomy.

Seeing Yang Ye's expression change, Gu Menghan couldn't help but ask, "Yang Ye, how is it, is Uncle Zhong seriously injured?"

Hearing Gu Menghan's words, Yang Ye frowned and whispered to Gu Menghan: "If you have anything else to say to him, just say it quickly." ”

Although Yang Ye didn't say it explicitly, Gu Menghan still understood the meaning of his words, and the whole person became sluggish, and sat on the sofa in despair, without saying a word.

Duan Xianzhong, who was almost delirious at this time, suddenly grabbed Yang Ye's palm beside him, and with his last strength, said to him: "I finally managed to get you over, I must rescue Miss." ”

Hearing Duan Xianzhong's words, Yang Ye nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't let him have anything to do." ”

Hearing Yang Ye's answer, Duan Xianzhong's hand lightened a little, and muttered: "Boy, although you have always been reluctant to worship me as a teacher, but I have already regarded you as my disciple, the boxing technique I passed on to you, you have to practice it well, this is only good for you, there is no harm, I hope that one day, it can be carried forward in your hands, but unfortunately, I can't see that day." ”

Hearing Duan Xianzhong's words, Yang Ye was silent for a few seconds, then shook Duan Xianzhong's hand with his backhand, and said solemnly: "Master, you can go with peace of mind, I will avenge your revenge for you." ”

Hearing Yang Ye's master, Duan Xianzhong's already cloudy eyes suddenly flashed a fine light, and after a relieved smile appeared on his face, he slowly closed his eyes, and the arm on Gu Menghan's body immediately hung down weakly.

Feeling the movement of Duan Xianzhong's arm, the sluggish Gu Menghan instantly came back to his senses, turned his head, and looked at Duan Xianzhong, who had closed his eyes, and involuntarily flashed in his mind a fragment of life with Duan Xianzhong, and suddenly pounced on Duan Xianzhong's body, and cried bitterly.

At this time, standing in the middle of the field, the culprit who killed Duan Xianzhong, the mourning dog, was slapped on the head by Duan Xianzhong, and finally returned to Qingming, wiped the blood on his face, and after taking a look at Duan Xianzhong's corpse, he said to the bald man and the demon moon in the field: "I won't participate in the next jewelry dispute, let it be given to you, I will withdraw first." ”

It is really helpless for the mourning dog to make such a decision, with his current injury, he can't even beat the demon moon, let alone the bald man who has been famous for a long time and has even more strength. If he hadn't withdrawn, maybe he might have confessed here today, which was not the result he wanted to see.

After the mourning dog finished speaking, the demon moon and the bald man just glanced at it casually, and did not express any opinions, and the mourning dog saw this, did not say anything, and walked towards the door of the office by himself.

At this moment, Yang Ye, who had not moved, suddenly let go of Duan Xianzhong's palm holding him, slowly stood up, and said to the mourning dog who was slowly walking towards the door: "I'm afraid you can't leave yet?"

When he just examined Duan Xianzhong's wound, Yang Ye found that the fatal wound on his body was the wound on his abdomen.

Yang Ye, who had just sworn to Duan Xianzhong to avenge him, naturally wouldn't just let the mourning dog go.

Hearing Yang Ye's words, a cruel smile appeared on the face of the mourning dog, and he responded, "What's the matter?"

Hearing this, Yang Ye nodded lightly and said, "The murderer pays for his life, so before you leave, please leave your life behind." ”

Hearing Yang Ye's words, the mourning dog snorted and laughed, and said to Yang Ye: "You are going to avenge this old man, boy, I advise you not to be too blind and arrogant, be careful, the revenge was not avenged, but you also lost your own life." ”

When Yang Ye heard this, he said lightly: "You don't have to worry about it, do you choose to apologize yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

When the mourning dog heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he muttered: "It seems that I am a mourning dog, I haven't walked around the rivers and lakes for a long time, and now any cat or dog dares to ride on my head and, you want revenge, then come on, I will send you to accompany the old man, so as not to be lonely on the Huangquan Road." ”

Hearing the words of the mourning dog, Yang Ye did not talk to him, suddenly raised his foot, and the whole person shot towards the mourning dog like an arrow from the string.

Seeing Yang Ye's agile movements, the mourning dog put away his contempt, cheered up his spirit, and prepared to fight.

And the bald man and the demon moon in the room, seeing Yang Ye's movements, didn't have any intention of making a move, they also wanted to borrow the hand of the mourning dog to see what kind of kung fu this man named Yang Ye had in his hands.