It's already a suburb of the city, and there are fewer and fewer vehicles, so there are not so many miscellaneous smells. Fang Wuxian took a deep breath, his brows gradually relaxed.

Once again, he smelled the scent left by the black dragon.

Walking with the smell is a skill that Fang Wuxian has been training these days. He had to learn as many skills as he could, and his future was too much at stake, and finding the video file to clear his name was the least of all the dangers.

After that, it may be an endless battle with Xiao Yan.

It's not that he wants to fight, but since Xiao Yan can kill people in order to frame him, he will definitely not let him go easily.

Fang Wuxian didn't go far after the smell, and found traces of a fight in an alley. The scene was stained with blood, smelling black dragons, and other people's, and even found some black dragons with bloody manes.

Fang Wuxian was anxious, if it was just that young man who stole the black dragon, there would be no fight, but now the scene was in a mess, which could only mean that the young man had been robbed.

Before the blood on the ground had yet to solidify, Fang Wuxian followed the smell and walked briskly, passing through the uninhabited suburban fields to a knitting mill that seemed to have been abandoned.

The smell of the black dragon stopped in a leaky factory in the knitting factory, and outside the color steel room, there were four men guarding the door.

If the horse thief has wasted such a large formation, it is absolutely impossible for him to steal the horse and eat meat, so the black dragon will not be in any danger for the time being.

As a fairly good hunter, Fang Wuxian didn't venture in. He hid in the distance, saw the surrounding situation clearly, and determined the location of the other party's number through the smell, and then sorted out the items on his body and prepared to rescue the black dragon.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood, and was moving from the gate of the knitting factory, and when he looked up, it was the young man who rode the black dragon in the alley.

The young man's clothes were torn, his face was covered with blood, he walked with a limp, and he still held a butterfly knife in his hand, which looked like it was not a return, but a revenge.

Fang Wuxian guessed that this young man was likely to be robbed by another gang, not only beating him, but also robbing the black dragon, at this time the young man relieved himself and found here to take revenge.

Both sides are thieves, Fang Wuxian can't help anyone, he hides and doesn't expose it, to see how the situation will evolve.

The four men at the gate of the factory saw the young man coming, and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, you still have the courage to chase after you, see if grandpa doesn't beat you to and urine this time." ”

The young man held the knife and said angrily: "Give me back the horse, as if nothing happened, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." ”

"Shout, the sample is quite good, you're welcome to show me." A man with a stick in his hand stepped forward and struck it down on the head.

Not to mention that this stick is open to people, it has to make people unable to get up for half a month. Even Fang Wuxie, who was hiding next to him and watching the battle, felt that it was a little too much.

Everyone is also stealing, why should a thief suffer as a thief, it's almost enough, do you have to make a human life worth it!

In fact, the reason why he thought so was because he didn't think it was worth it to think that the black dragon was a horse and fought to grab a horse.

But those who steal horses know that there is a big guy who wants to exchange a Phaeton W12 for this horse, and even this price is just casually shouted on the street, if you talk about it, maybe it will be sold for a higher price.

People die for money, birds die for food, this sounds shameful, in fact, most people in the world have a few people who don't love money, and how many are willing to die for money.

More than 2 million may not be anything in the eyes of rich people, but many people can't make so much money in their lifetime, for money, not to mention stealing and robbing, even killing someone is worth it.

The reason why a man knocks a stick so hard is that, on the one hand, he wants to show himself in front of his accomplices, whoever has the biggest fist has the right to speak, and the more ruthless the person, the higher the status. On the other hand, it is to divide more money, after all, he has solved the trouble for everyone, and the credit is greater.

But the man swung out a stick, and suddenly lost the figure of the young man in front of him, and stopped in surprise, only to see the young man's figure blowing over his right side like the wind. I felt that my wrist was cold, and the five fingers holding the stick became weak, and then I looked at my wrist, and a thin red line became thicker and thicker, and finally a stream of blood spurted out.

Blood spurted out, and the pain in the heart was sensed by the man, so painful that he covered his wrist and bent down to look behind him, but where was the figure of the young man, there were only three companions who covered their wrists like him, and the young man said lightly: "Pick off half of the tendons, no longer use force and hope to connect." ”

There is also a bottom line in the mixed rivers and lakes, if someone is hacked to death during the fight, it will be forgotten, but now who can watch the tendons break and don't care, they have to fight with people.

The four of them glanced at each other, reached a tacit understanding, held their right hand and didn't dare to use any strength, shouting loudly, but no one moved.

"Big brother, be careful that kid is back again."

"Even the little bastard doesn't pay attention to righteousness these days!" Fang Wuxian picked up a shovel and walked out, and said with a smile: "Do you want me to work harder and break your hands." ”

Those four people had just been picked off half of their tendons, and which one dared to come up and fight hard, and they didn't know what to do when they got together.

"Quietly go to the hospital, who dares to say half a word, I don't mind breaking one of his arms." Fang Wuxie broke his hands hard, and the shovel snapped into two, and the four of them saw that Fang Wuxian seemed to be more fierce than the young man, where did they dare to say a word, and passed by Fang Wuxie with their heads down, hiding outside the factory gate and not leaving.

The reason why they don't go is because they feel that their side doesn't necessarily lose yet, and they always have to see the result. If they run away, they will win, and they won't get a dime.

Fang Wuxian didn't enter the factory directly, he just quietly looked inside, and was startled by the situation inside, not to mention the tragic battlefield, the most surprising thing was that the battle was over.

From the door of the factory to the middle, more than a dozen men lay on the ground, all of them with wrists and ankles scratched by butterfly knives, covering their wounds one by one and humming.

And the boy was panting and squatting on the ground, cutting the fishing net on the black dragon's body with a knife. He also muttered in his mouth: "Grandma is a bear, dare to grab things with my Miao knife, it's really boring." ”

When Fang Wuxian heard this young man's name revealed, he felt that it was really a coincidence, and his signboard for selling sauced beef in Dahua Market was: Xiaodao Sauce Beef. And he is also known as Brother Knife. I didn't expect to meet a horse thief boy at this time, and he was also called by this name.

Fang Wuxian hid outside silently, and even his head shrank back.

He didn't want to clash with the boy, there was no need for that. He just waited for the boy to cut the fishing net that bound the black dragon, and then a whistle summoned the black dragon.

The nets were so tight that in some places they had even gotten into the meat. The young man picked off the fishing net and said to the black dragon: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ma, for making you suffer." I'll get the best medicine for you. ”

The black dragon hissed lightly, it didn't care too much about this wound, it cared about the behavior of those people who used the fishing net, it didn't move for fear of affecting the young man to break the fishing net, as long as it was out of trouble, it wanted to let this group of people bear its anger.

The young man seemed to be very talkative, and Mr. Ma shouted one by one, promising a lot of benefits to the black dragon, Fang Wuxian was listening to it interestingly outside, but found that there was no sound inside.

He looked again, and found that a bald head who had fallen to the ground had risen from the ground, holding a black pistol in his hand, and pressed it against the boy's head.

"Malegobi's, it's really awesome, one person provokes more than a dozen of us." The bald head stepped on the hand holding the knife with his foot, spit out blood and crushed the young man's fingers: "Why are you not in the cow, come, call grandpa to listen, and grandpa will spare your life." ”

"My grandfather died a long time ago." The flesh and blood of the young man's right hand was trampled on, and the butterfly knife was also kicked to the side, but he did not shout for mercy, and there was a ruthlessness in his voice.

"It's still hard, so you should die too!"

The bald head didn't dare to use his right hand hard, and the gun in his left hand was fiercely pressed against the young man's head, his eyes were wide open, and he was about to shoot the young man in front of him who had overturned more than a dozen of his brothers. But suddenly he heard someone shouting at the door, "Look at the knife", and subconsciously glanced at the door, only to see a pointed kitchen knife whistling towards the door in front of him.

People are suddenly in danger, most of them use the most powerful weapons to meet the enemy, this bald head is no exception, twisting the muzzle of the gun towards the pig-killing knife to shoot out, I don't know if he happened to hit, or the pig-killing knife has been exhausted, drew an arc, and thudged into the concrete floor.

In the midst of the lightning, the boy rolled on his side, grabbed the butterfly knife with his left hand, and ejected it like a spring.

The white light flashed, and the pistol fell to the ground with a clatter, and there was still half a palm on the gun.

And at this moment, Fang Wuxian had already run over from the side, kicked over his bald head, bent down and pulled out the pig-killing knife from the ground, spun it in his hand at will, and said with a smile: "I heard that your name is Miao Xiaodao, and you just stole my horse, now do you want to fight with me again?" It's just that you seem to have a broken finger in your right hand, and you don't know if you can still hold the knife. ”

Miao Xiaodao just casually glanced at his bloody and blurred right hand, and it seemed that it was not him who broke his fingers: "It's embarrassing enough to be found by the bitter master after stealing something, how can I have the face to fight with the bitter lord again, then it is not a thief, but a robber." However, you would be wrong to think that I can't hold a knife, because my left hand is more stable than my right hand. ”

Fang Wuxian returned his hand and inserted the pig-killing knife into the scabbard behind his waist, and said with a smile: "I'm just a passerby, I was accidentally pulled here by you, and now that I have found the horse, I don't have time to entangle with you." Since you don't want to fight, let me take the horse. ”

Miao Xiaodao squatted down again to break the fishing net on the black dragon's body, and sighed: "If it weren't for me, maybe Mr. Ma wouldn't have been offended, I'm really sorry this time." ”

Picking off the fishing net that was wrapped around his legs, the black dragon fluttered and stood up, Fang Wuxian went up to the side and tore off the fishing net, leading the black dragon to turn his head and leave.

Miao Xiaodao quickly chased after him, and said embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, stealing your horse is really a last resort." ”

"It's okay, I don't care."

It's not that Fang Wuxian hasn't been mixed with the rivers and lakes, and what he has to do is a pretense to make his conscience passable, he is not in the mood to distinguish these at this time, he patted the black dragon's head, turned over and got on the horse, and wanted to get rid of these troubles completely