"Sixth Master, wronged...... disciple screamed, "Hu Yan said that his shoes are wet and his feet are a little frozen, let me find him a pair...... I thought I was just leaving for a while, so I didn't report to you, and went to the hotel dormitory to get a pair of cloth shoes......"

Fang Buwei turned his head to see that the shoes on the corpse's feet were indeed stained with some oil.

He figured it out in an instant.

The mole slipped near Zhang Yonghe at that time, and he must have been instructed by the spy to see what method Zhang Yonghe was using to identify him.

Knowing that Zhang Yonghe was recognizing the shoes, and thinking that Zhang Yonghe had memorized the features on his leather shoes, the spy changed shoes with the mole and asked the mole to find a way to dispose of them.

Where could the spy have thought that Fang Buwei had already seen the abnormality of the traitor.

Fang Buwei breathed a sigh of relief.

Gao Zhensheng has no problem.

There weren't weapons hidden under the table.

Since the person who stunned Zhang Yonghe was wearing leather shoes, it was impossible for him to be a disciple of An Liangtang......

Even if there were, the disciples in the hall acted as only moles, not killers.

What Fang Buwei was most afraid of was that there were professional spies among the disciples of the main hall.

But the problem is not small.

Cloth shoes are different from leather shoes, and they cannot be worn with an extra pair of insoles.

This disciple's feet are so big, if it was a woman who was changing shoes with him, it would be impossible for Zhang Yonghe not to see the strange when he passed in front of Zhang Yonghe.

Then it could only be a man......

Fang Buwei rolled his eyes, and his gaze swept around the onlookers in the front row very casually.

Chen Yuting and He Shili stood at the front, and her female bodyguard was also there.

Since he had already suspected them, how could Fang Buwei not be guarded.

Even the moment he flew to pounce on the spy, he didn't forget to glance at Chen Yuting and her bodyguards out of the corner of his eye.

Fang Buwei's eyes moved down again, and saw that Chen Yuting and the female bodyguard were all wearing leather shoes with wedge heels.

It felt like a deliberate attempt to let people know, what shoes were they wearing?

Could it be that I was wrong?

The thought flashed, and Fang Buwei stood up with his leather shoes.

If you can't figure it out, you can think about it later, and protect Situ Meitang first.

"Sixth brother, don't worry, guard the outside, let the brothers cheer up......," Fang Buwei said in a low voice, "Be careful of the thieves and mermaids ...... the net."

Gao Zhensheng gritted his teeth and nodded again.

Fang Buwei is right, whether there is a problem with his subordinates, it is not too late to check afterwards.

"Be careful, too!" Gao Zhensheng confessed.

Fang Buwei nodded, and pointed to the corpse again: "If you can free up manpower, send someone to his house to take a look......

Forcing others to commit adultery is nothing more than coercion and temptation. Looking at the appearance of this disciple before his death, it is more likely that he was coerced.

"Good!" Gao Zhensheng responded.

Fang Buwei turned around and walked towards Situ Mei, and when he passed Chen Yuting, he hooked the corners of his mouth and showed a hint of a smile.

If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely think, at this time, why can this person still laugh?

If I change to a suspect, my first thought will be: Did he suspect me?

Fang Buwei also didn't hit a shot in advance to see if he could cheat something.

Even if Chen Yuting is a professional spy, his expression can be disguised, but his eyes can't be hidden, if he is really weak-hearted, there must be changes in his eyes.

Facing the upside gaze, Chen Yuting's expression stiffened slightly, and in an instant, he changed to a smiling face.

Fang Bu was not surprised by the eyelids.

What's the problem?

Whether Chen Yuting was nervous or scared, Fang Buwei couldn't argue for a while, but he had a gut feeling that something was going to happen.

Fang Buwei was thinking about whether to remind Chen Fengshi, and the onlookers shouted again.

"Shoes, it's a ...... shoe"

"The thief replaced the leather shoes with cloth shoes......

"It's the hard-soled cloth shoes of the disciples of the main hall, and everyone looks at each other......"

"You stepped on me......"

"Squeeze what?"

The hall was full of shouts, and most of them went back and forth in circles, pushing and shoving the people around them, trying to see who was wearing cloth shoes.

Fang Buwei was not surprised.

If he is the real murderer, how can he sit still and wait to be killed?

"Starling, protect the uncle......" Fang Buwei roared and jumped onto the nearest table.

Seeing the scene at the main table, Fang gritted his teeth in anger.

Chen Fengshi's subordinates did surround him, but beside Situ Meitang, there were nearly twenty people standing and sitting?

In addition to Situ Meitang, Huang Sande and the other original ones, there were seven or eight others from the adjacent table.

A bunch of people felt like they were in a symposium.

Chun suddenly took his words as a deaf ear......

"Chen Fengshi, let the idlers back and stay ten meters away from the main table!" Fang Buwei shouted again.

Before he could finish speaking, he leaped forward and jumped to another table.

Some people were watching the excitement, and some people gathered around Situ Meitang, wanting to ask about the specific situation, but the water around the main table was impassable, and they couldn't walk through it at all.

Fang Buwei was eager to give birth to a light work, and stepped on the heads of the crowded.

With a "bang", Fang Buwei didn't control his strength, and directly stepped on the table with a big hole.

What the hell, what quality?

Fang Buwei scolded, smashed the table with three or two punches, and jumped onto a chair again.

The people around Huang Sande, who was surrounding Situ Meitang, didn't move, but just looked at Fang Buwei in surprise.

Chen Fengshi pouted, while Wu Chengjian looked at Fang Buwei and sneered repeatedly.

"Eighth bastard, where did the bastard come out of nowhere, and he dares to yell at you?"

Chen Fengyong snorted coldly.

He was also a little dissatisfied with Fang not calling him by his name.

Again, these people were all put in by the uncle, all of them are highly respected, where did he get the right to drive people away?

Fang Bu was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

In a hurry, he forgot that this was the Hongmen of the United States, not the military police headquarters and secret service in Nanjing.

I can only rely on myself!

He pulled out his pistol and glanced around the main table.

The people around Situ Meitang looked at him in surprise, not understanding what this kid meant by suddenly yelling and now pulling out his pistol.

Huang Sande looked at Fang Buwei, who was very nervous, and said suspiciously: "Fourth, is there an assassin?" ”

Situ Meitang raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard Fang Buwei roar: "There are assassins ......"

He saw a short, stout man suddenly crouch down and reach into the collar of his suit.

Is this going to pull out a gun?

Fang Buwei raised his gun violently, trying to find this person through the gap in the crowd.

The man pulled out his pistol and shot it in the head of one of the guests in front of him.

A stream of bloody arrows burst out, and the guest who was shot covered his neck, and let out a strange cry of "ho-ho" twice before he fell to the ground softly.

A bullet had been punched in his neck with a bloody hole the size of a wine glass.

"Ah......" A female guest nearby hissed and screamed, and even Fang Buwei's eardrum was tickled.

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