At night, as soon as Mo Shijiu entered the courtyard, he saw Wu Caijian and Zhao Xiaofei's group of people standing in the courtyard, looking at him with a smile.

"What are you doing?" Mo Nineteen asked suspiciously.

"Brother Jiu, I paid for a few dishes and a few bottles of wine with the talented people and my brothers, and I want to invite Brother Jiu to dinner", Zhao Xiaofei said with a smile.

"Invite me to dinner?" Mo Shijiu was quite surprised, everyone had just met, but after thinking about it, everyone lived in the same courtyard, and this kind of thing would be indispensable in the future, so he immediately replied very happily: "Yes, it just so happens that I am also hungry."

"Okay, Brother Jiu, you wait a minute, we will put the food and wine on the table immediately."

Zhao Xiaofei and the others hurriedly found a broken table in the courtyard and set it up, set up the wine and food, found a few chairs, and then hugged Mo Nineteen and sat down next to the table, and the seven of them began to eat and drink.

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Since then, the courtyard at 8 HX Street has been bustling with activity. Almost every night, Zhao Xiaofei would order a few side dishes, buy a few bottles of wine, and then set up a broken table in the courtyard, and several people gathered around to brag and drink.

That night, several people sat together again, and Zhao Xiaofei took advantage of the strength of the wine to ask Wu Caijian: "Brother Blade, do you tell fortunes to people every day, are you accurate?" ”

Wu Caijian raised his eyebrows, pretending to be mysterious, and wanted to say nothing: "Well、、、 this、、、 brother is not fate, but loneliness."

There was a burst of laughter in the courtyard. Even Mo Nineteen almost choked on a sip of wine. It was Wu Caijian himself, not only did not smile at all at this time, but also picked up the bottle and poured a large sip of wine.

Mo Jiujiu looked at Wu Caijian in the faint light, and suddenly found that Wu Caijian's face showed a trace of loneliness that was not easy to detect.

"Maybe the former Wu Caijian was also a young man with ideals and lofty ambitions," Mo Jiu thought secretly in his heart.

Zhao Xiaofei and the others were still laughing, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly kicked open, and four fierce middle-aged men walked in, and the middle-aged men looked at Mo Nineteen and them, and walked straight in the direction of the West House.

At this time, Zhao Xiaofei slapped the table and stood up: "What are you doing?" ”

Beside him, his four brothers followed suit.

The middle-aged man in the lead was a fat man, and when he heard the question, he stopped and looked at Zhao Xiaofei coldly, Wu Caijian on the side hurriedly reached out to pull the corner of Zhao Xiaofei's clothes, but was pushed away by Zhao Xiaofei, and Mo Jiuquan on the opposite side didn't see it, still drinking his own wine.

"What do you see? Q: What do you do? Zhao Xiaofei asked again.

seemed to be annoyed by Zhao Xiaofei's attitude, the fat man in the lead had a cold face, and was about to walk towards Zhao Xiaofei, at this time, a middle-aged man behind him whispered: "Big brother, it's important to do business, don't make any extraneous branches."

The fat man nodded, stared at Zhao Xiaofei fiercely, turned around and continued to walk towards the West House. Zhao Xiaofei snorted in his nostrils, and was about to continue to ask, but was stopped by Mo Jiujiu with a wave of his hand.

Westinghouse lived in the mother and daughter, Mo Shijiu rarely saw them come out, and he didn't know what these four middle-aged men were looking for them to do.

Mo Jiujiu beckoned Zhao Xiaofei and them to sit down, and motioned for them to wait and see.

The four middle-aged men walked to the door of the West House, and without knocking, they kicked the door open and rushed in.

Immediately the cry of a child and the screaming of a woman were heard in the West House.

"Brother Nine?" Although he was not usually familiar with the mother and daughter in Westinghouse, they were neighbors who lived in the same yard after all, so Zhao Xiaofei stood up anxiously. Even Wu Caijian looked at Mo Nineteen as if he was asking at this time.

Mo Nineteen nodded, Zhao Xiaofei's face was happy, and he quickly rushed to the West House with his four brothers.

Soon, there was a sound of tables and chairs cracking in the west room, and then Zhao Xiaofei and the others were forced out of the door by three middle-aged men in embarrassment.

The embarrassment was a little embarrassed, but Zhao Xiaofei and the others were not cowards, so they quickly rushed up and entangled with the three middle-aged men.

The fat man in the lead was still left in the room, and then the screams of a woman were heard from inside.

Wu Caijian looked at Mo Nineteen inquiringly, and Mo Nineteen nodded: "You sit here and don't move, I'll go in and take a look." After saying that, he stood up and strode towards the Westinghouse.

In the room, the fat man was holding down the woman's head and slamming it against the wall, and the little girl in the corner of the wall had several deep blood marks on her face.

Even children don't let go, it's tolerable or unbearable, no matter how good Mo Nineteen's psychological quality is, he can't help but feel a burst of blood at this moment.

It's not nonsense, Mo Nineteen walked behind the fat man, and the fat man had already found Mo Nineteen who had entered the house, so he hurriedly turned around, let go of the woman in his hand, and at the same time clenched his right hand into a fist, and quickly hit Mo Nineteen's face, Mo Nineteen sneered, and did not dodge, and directly connected it to the fat man's fist.

The two fists collided, only to hear a sound of broken bones in the air, and then the fat man's screams sounded up and down in the West House, Mo Nineteen was not soft, and there was another heavy kick on the fat man's stomach, and the fat man in pain held his breath on the spot, and the screams stopped abruptly.

The woman with messy hair and disheveled clothes next to her looked at Mo Nineteen in surprise, and stopped talking. The little girl curled up in the corner of the wall stopped crying at this time, and looked at Mo Nineteen with a pair of curious eyes.

Mo Nineteen smiled slightly, walked over to the middle-aged man who was prostrate on the ground, and dragged him outside the house by the collar.

Outside the house, Zhao Xiaofei and the others also ended the battle, although all five of them hung up the lottery, but after all, they knocked the three middle-aged men to the ground and never got up again.

"Brother Jiu, what to do with them?" Zhao Xiaofei covered the wounds on his body and said with a grin.

"Take it out and throw it on the street", Mo Nineteen said lightly.

"Just let them go?" Zhao Xiaofei was unwilling.

"Although they are hateful, they have not committed the crime of killing their heads, and we have not figured out the origin of the matter, just teach them a lesson," Mo 19 said.

"Okay, listen to Brother Jiu". Zhao Xiaofei and the others began to lift the four middle-aged men who had collapsed on the ground and couldn't move.

Mo Nineteen turned around and was about to enter the Westinghouse again to find out the reason for the incident, but the door of the Westinghouse squeaked shut.

"What does that mean?" Wu Caijian walked over and said.

Mo Jiujiu shook his head: "I don't know, maybe I don't want us to be nosy."

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The next morning, Mo Nineteen got up and was just about to wash up, when there was a bang outside.

"What sound?" Mo Nineteen was a little strange.

A moment later, one of his patrolmen rushed into the courtyard: "Captain, it's not good, something happened again."

"What's going on again?" Mo Nineteen was shocked.

"The police station has been bombed," gasped the patrolman.

"The police station was bombed?" Mo Nineteen's face changed abruptly, it seems that this place in Jin Sanzhou is really chaotic.

Rushed out of the courtyard in a hurry and rushed to the police station with the patrol police, the house of the police station had already collapsed in half, and even a surrounding house was affected.

Fortunately, at this time of the explosion, there were no pedestrians on the street, and the explosion was probably a homemade miniature * bag, which was not too powerful, so there were no casualties among the surrounding people.

"It's good, how could the police station be bombed?" Mo Nineteen looked at the collapsed security office and was a little stunned.