The policeman hurriedly nodded and bowed, "Taijun, cough cough, there are three Taijun in the alley, ......"

Han Feng saw that there was a bright red slap print on his face, which was very distinct on his white and tender face, and took a serious look: "Was it fought by the Japanese army who was still in the alley?" ”

The policeman nodded hurriedly, and looked at Han Feng in surprise, because Han Feng's Chinese is too authentic, completely Chinese, and different from the devil.

The obese gentleman in his fifties and temperament in a hat also glanced at Han Feng, lowered his head and stomped his feet and sighed.

Another man with more than forty people wrapped in a scarf, like a teacher or a master, accompanied by a smile: "The eloquence of the imperial army is really good! ”

Seeing their hateful and aggrieved looks, Han Feng didn't have time to play dumb riddles with them, and walked directly into the depths of the alley.

This alley should be a middle-class and even, somewhat affluent neighborhood.

In terms of architectural style, it is obviously much more upscale than other alleys, some traditional dougongs, wind chimes, wooden archways, carved beams and painted columns, etc., more and more tall Pixiu, all show the financial resources of the householders.

When you think of modern society, this kind of urban courtyard house and some low-rise buildings are worth a lot of money.

It is estimated that a house and courtyard are at least a few million, tens of millions, right?

However, now, in the luxurious alley, there is blood all over the place, and there are some corpses.

There were not many corpses, five in all, and they were also concentrated in front of a courtyard door.

It's empty.

It seems that in such a luxurious alley, it should be a gathering place for large families, there are many masters, wives, daughters, housekeepers, bookkeepers, old mothers, maids, etc., but now, it is empty!

Some of the courtyard doors are still open.

Han Feng walked while listening to the movement in the alleys on both sides, since there were three devils here, he would kill these three guys.

There was movement behind him, Han Feng turned around, lifted the rifle, and asked vigilantly, "What's the matter?" ”

The three people at the mouth of the alley followed, and when they saw Han Feng turn around, two of them timidly fell back, and the policeman and the teacher struggled inwardly.

The old man wearing a black top hat and gorgeous and rich clothes came to Han Feng, hesitated again and again, his face was cloudy for a while, and he suddenly knelt down: "Boss of the Imperial Army, I think you have a strange skeleton, a dignified appearance, and a good person, I, Huang Maocai, implore you to say good things, raise your noble hand, and let go of the woman of my family!" ”

Han Feng asked him to get up: "What do you mean?" The three of them are harming your family? ”

Huang Maocai didn't get up, arched his hand, and cried: "The boss of the imperial army, you are right, I Huang Maocai don't have the face to mention it to you, just now those few bosses of the imperial army, asked the police to call out all the people in the alley and take them away, especially some young and beautiful family members, all of them were all the devils, no, it was the boss of the imperial army who were all gathered together, and the contemptible people felt that it was not good, so they took out the gold bars and let the imperial army release my family, as a result, several imperial army bosses left with all the people in the alley, and there were three more who stayed in my house, I, I, the boss of the imperial army, Please say a few kind words to them, as long as you can spare my family, I can give more money! ”

I see.

Han Feng's eyes condensed, his pupils contracted, what he hated most was this kind of devil soldier who bullied men and women: "Don't worry, I'm in charge of this matter, where is your home?" ”

Huang Maocai hurriedly got up, and tears came down with a bang.

"Taijun, boss, over there, our family is over there, it's the one with the plaster flag hanging on the Pixiu, ah, no, the one with the triumphant flag of the imperial army! Boss of the Imperial Army, what class are you? Forgive the old man for being clumsy, and he didn't see it. ”

Han Feng patted him on the shoulder: "Don't care what level I have, I will definitely be able to help you, and I am the only person you can count on, I will come when I go, you wait!" ”

Huang Maocai was so happy that he almost cried, and hurriedly asked, "Boss, how many gold bars do you want?" ”

Han Feng said: "I don't want a penny!" ”

Huang Maocai knelt down again: "Master Huangjun, as long as you can save my family, I, Huang Maocai, am willing to give you a grandson, I will give you as much money as you want!" When tomorrow is free, the contemptible people will build an ancestral hall for you! Passed down from generation to generation, every year to pay tribute to you! ”

How much grievance does it have to let this kind of person who usually has a head and face say such things and kowtow?

Han Feng strode towards the house.

The door was closed, Han Feng pushed it, there were door plugs and sticks inside, and the large copper ring vermilion wooden door did not move at all.

He immediately took a few steps backwards, ran a few times, and rushed to the wall, which was more than a foot and a half feet high, and climbed up with the help of some decorative structures on either side of the gate.

There was a woman lying on her side in the courtyard, her mouth and nose were covered with blood, and when she touched it with her hand, she passed out in a coma and breathed a sigh.

There was a narrow slap mark on the face, a bright red blood mark, which should have been taken flat by a sword.

The woman is young and has good facial features, and this knife is flat, and it has broken the phase.

Han Feng also found that she had been stabbed in the stomach and bleeding to the left.

The woman was wearing a pink cotton jacket and black cotton pants underneath, with white skin and was in her twenties.

The courtyard has the upper room and the left and right wings, there are still a lot of vacant space in the middle, the eaves are high, the pillars of the corridor stand in a forest below, all the carved beams and painted buildings, it is very luxurious, it is the round water chestnut-shaped stone pier under the pillars, all of them are polished.

There was no one in either room, only the sound of a man's cursing, the sound of slapping, the woman's crying and pleading suddenly came from the upper room.

By the way, at the door of the house, two fat fierce dogs were killed, one was smashed in the head, and the other was stabbed more than a dozen times.

The two fierce dogs are both precious breeds, and the wolf dogs with foreign blood are the guardians of the rich and noble.

The door of the upper house was hidden.

Han Feng rushed in.

Pushing open the door, the sight inside made him extremely angry.

More than a dozen women, all undressed, were squatting there, huddled together, three devils were harming three women, one of the devils was slapping the woman who was suppressed.

The moment Han Feng pushed the door, the two devils looked back at him, the devil who was beating people, continued to beat, scolding while beating.

It's so cruel, it's so shameless!

Han Feng thought for a moment, closed his eyes slightly, and walked towards the corner of the wall.

It's winter, the weather is very cold, it's mid-December in the solar calendar, and the two living rooms outside the house have pushed everything open, several futons are spread out, and there is a fire around to keep warm.

There was some smoke and the view was not so clear.

"Flower Girl!" Han Feng walked over to the woman who was cowering over there.

He didn't do it directly, because, the two devils who looked back instantly grabbed the pistol they threw at their feet.

The pistol was raised, already pointed at him.

The devil's reaction is quick and alert.

Han Feng walked over, threw away his rifle, grabbed a woman's arm, and turned around to leave.

The woman was young and thin, but she struggled desperately backwards, begging bitterly: "Don't bully me, don't bully me, get out of here." ”