The noodle stall owner was really taken aback by this sudden change. But it was just a moment of effort, and the noodle stall owner was relieved.

As soon as the young man staggered out of the noodle stall, the noodle stall owner chased after the young man in a few steps, grabbed the young man's neck collar, and then the noodle stall owner stretched out his right foot and mixed under the young man's feet.

The young man was already tall and thin, coupled with panic and staggering. So with a little effort, the stall owner threw the young man to the ground.

Since the young man was facing the ground when he fell, the stall owner cut off the young man's right hand with his right hand and pressed it to the ground, making him unable to move. At this time, the stall owner touched the young man's waist with his left hand.

The noodle stall owner seemed to be searching for something, but after touching the young man's waist a few times, he found nothing.

At this moment, a window from the second floor of Xingsheng Restaurant was opened from the inside, and then a sharp and loud whistle sounded.

Then four black-clothed people rushed out of the Xingsheng Restaurant, and I saw that these four black-clothed people were carrying guns in their hands. Two of them walked up to the stall owner and helped the stall owner lift the young man up, while the other two stood in front of and behind them, as if to guard them.

Immediately afterward, in the direction where the young man was running, a few people were squeezed out of the bustling crowd, most of them were a few small vendors around the auspicious hotel, and a few people who had just suddenly abandoned their stalls and rushed to the street. Unlike before, at this time, these people all had a black shell gun in their hands.

None of the hawkers' dressed men gave orders, but they all stood guard around the stall owner and the young man in an orderly manner.

At this time, a crowd of onlookers gradually gathered around a group of people. One of them, a tall and thin man dressed in coarse linen, smiled with satisfaction as the crowd of onlookers next to him was talking about it for no reason.

He did not look at the excitement like the other onlookers, but unhurriedly withdrew from the crowd of onlookers, and disappeared into the streets of Nanfu Street in a moment.

A middle-aged man in a straight suit appeared at this time, only to see the middle-aged man calmly walking through the guard on one side, the guard did not stop the middle-aged man, but he also did not look at the middle-aged man much. Just constantly glancing at the crowd of onlookers in front of him.

The middle-aged man walked up to the noodle stall owner and the young man, and the noodle stall owner still used his right hand to cut one of the young man's arms and grabbed the young man's back collar with his left hand.

I only heard the noodle stall owner say respectfully to the middle-aged man, "Deputy Director Tong, this is ......"

The middle-aged man waved his hand to interrupt the noodle stall owner's words, and the noodle stall owner understood, lowered his head slightly, and stopped talking.

I saw that the middle-aged man leaned in the direction of the young man and carefully looked at the young man's face.

I saw that the young man's cheeks were thin, his face was pale, and he was still yawning. The knees of his legs are slightly bent, and he feels soft, and if it weren't for the stall owner behind him, holding on to his back collar, he might have fallen to the ground at any moment. In short, the young man at this time looked extremely weak.

At this time, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, moved his body back, and asked the young man in a low but slightly disgusted voice, "Who are you?" What does it have to do with the Nanjing Underground Party? ”

The young man gasped and replied weakly, "If you give me a sip, I'll take a sip." I'll tell you everything! ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he added the sluggish appearance of the young man. The middle-aged man immediately saw through the identity of the young man, this is an opium addict who has been smoking for many years.

The middle-aged man exhaled heavily, and his brows furrowed even more. He walked back and forth in front of the young man, and from time to time he glared at the noodle stall owner and the young man. He looked very annoyed.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man stopped, his mouth slightly open, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't make a sound. I saw the middle-aged man rushing into the crowd of onlookers, quickly looking at everyone around him, as if he was looking for someone.

Anyone who has been looked at by middle-aged people has either inexplicable or extremely disgusted expressions on their faces. The crowd of onlookers all felt that what kind of drama was being played on the streets of Nanjing today! This is much more exciting than the troupe's rehearsal.

The middle-aged man looked at the crowd of onlookers, then shook his head, and a look of frustration appeared on his face, as if he had not found the person he was looking for. So, the middle-aged man returned to the noodle stall owner and the young man.

And the young man seemed to have lost his consciousness at this time, and his mouth kept "whooping" and screaming, "Ten catties of opium smoke!" Ten pounds of opium smoke! Can you just give me a bite now? The play is over! ”

The noodle stall owner saw the middle-aged man's sad look, and saw the crowd of people who kept gathering to sell orders to watch the excitement, and asked cautiously, "Deputy Director Tong, what should I do now?" ”

Hearing the noodle stall owner's request, the middle-aged man finally stopped, thought for a moment, and then replied in a deep voice, "Take it back!" ”

"Is it to bring back to Chongqing?" Although the middle-aged man's answer was simple and clear enough, the noodle stall owner still did not understand the middle-aged man's meaning.

The middle-aged man leaned in front of the noodle stall owner this time, and angrily scolded, "What am I taking him back to Chongqing for!" Am I going to bring a big smoker to the bureau and give you credit! ”

"Huh?" This time, the middle-aged man's answer only made it clear that there was no need to bring the young man back to Chongqing, but the middle-aged man still did not have a clear instruction on how to send this person. So the noodle stall owner was still stunned and didn't know how to execute.

The middle-aged man gasped, obviously angry with the owner of the noodle stall who was a little wooden. I saw that the middle-aged man let out a long sigh and said coldly to the noodle stall owner, "Go back to Nanjing Station!" ”

The owner of the noodle stall was slightly stunned, and then replied loudly, "Yes!" ”

In this way, a middle-aged man in a straight suit left Nanfu Street with a group dressed as a guy and a black tunic as a group, escorting a big smoker who was addicted to opium smoking. To be precise, it should be framed, because the young man is now weak in his legs and cannot walk. He could only walk with one person on his side.

The story has developed so far that many people will find it very strange. I don't know what level of official he will be in the Chongqing government, but if he is placed in Nanjing, he will definitely become the number one person admired by many government officials. So why did he appear on the streets of Nanjing?