Don't let it be!

After He Zhiyuan kicked the vulture, he stepped forward and smashed it with his fist.

The strength of the other party should not be underestimated, He Zhiyuan did not leave him any respite, if he came back to his senses, it would be difficult.

The vulture didn't expect He Zhiyuan to be so vicious, and after kicking him, he threw two punches in a row and came straight to his front door.

In a panic, the vulture hurriedly dodged sideways, dodging the first punch, but the second punch couldn't dodge, and it was hard to take a beat.

The vulture is not only strong, but also very resistant to blows, and after a punch in the cheek, it is indifferent.

"Stinky boy, I'll kill you!"

The vulture ignored the pain in his abdomen and cheeks, and smashed his fist at He Zhiyuan.

The corners of He Zhiyuan's mouth showed a little disdainful smile, his left hand blocked the vulture's fist, and his right hand swung his fist towards his front door.

Although the vulture was in a very disadvantageous position, he did not want to give in, so he replaced the defense with offense.

As long as He Zhiyuan's attention was on defense, the pressure on the vultures would naturally be relieved.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

While defending against the Vulture's attack, He Zhiyuan continued to smash his fists, which caught him off guard.

Due to the vulture's strong ability to resist blows, He Zhiyuan's punch went straight to the vulture's mouth and nose, and the momentum sank.

The idea of the vulture to attack instead of defend was frustrated, and he watched He Zhiyuan's fists get bigger and bigger, and finally smashed into his mouth and nose.

A heart-piercing pain struck, and a red nosebleed flowed out, looking miserable.

After screaming, the vulture clenched his hands around the door and instantly lost his combat effectiveness.

Don't miss the time!

He Zhiyuan did not hesitate, and used both fists and kicks to put the vulture to the ground.

With one enemy and three victories, it can be seen that He Zhiyuan's combat effectiveness is strong.

Just when He Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, an exclamation suddenly came from behind him: "Zhiyuan, be careful behind, knife!" ”

Due to the urgency of the situation, Wu Xianyu could only pick up important information to greet.

After He Zhiyuan heard the shout, he turned his head sideways, only to see the green hair holding a dagger in his hand and stabbing at him.

Before this, He Zhiyuan had never seen a dagger in the green hair's hand, and in the face of this sudden change, he couldn't help but panic in his heart.

The green hair was not lightly cleaned up by He Zhiyuan, full of anger, and the dagger came straight to his front door.

He Zhiyuan didn't dare to be careless, and while turning around, he moved sideways to the side, and at the same time, stretched out his hand to block.

It's too late, it's too soon!

There was a soft stabbing sound, and the green-haired dagger slashed at He Zhiyuan's left forearm.

Despite the cover of his sleeves, He Zhiyuan was still stabbed, and red blood dripped from the dagger.

He Zhiyuan suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain in his left forearm, and he didn't bother to check the injury, so he kicked him hard, hitting the crotch of the green hair, kicking him back.

"Cross-eyed, this kid has been stabbed, hurry up and kill him!" Greenfur said hello.

At this moment, suddenly a rapid siren sounded, and the police car came from far and near.

"It's unlucky, the police are coming, run!"

Greenfur yelled, turned and left.

The vultures and cross-eyers ignored their injuries and ran away.

He Zhiyuan covered his left forearm tightly with both hands, and the sleeves of his shirt were stained red with blood.

Seeing this, Wu Xianyu was flustered, and asked urgently: "Zhiyuan, how are you, I'll send ...... Take you to the hospital! ”

"It's okay, it's not a big problem!" He Zhiyuan said calmly.

After the police came, they saw that He Zhiyuan was injured, and hurriedly asked Wu Zhiyu to take him to the hospital.

He Zhiyuan's injury seemed to be serious, but in fact it was just a cut, and the doctor helped him get a few stitches, and after breaking the resistance, it was over.

"Doctor, do you want an infusion to reduce inflammation?" Wu Jiaoyu asked with a concerned face.

"No, be careful, don't get wet, you'll be fine!" The doctor said with a determined face.

Although the doctor said it was very affirmative, Wu Xianyu was still not at ease, and kept asking this and that.

"Ji Yu, the doctors said it's okay, don't worry, let's go!" He Zhiyuan said loudly.

Seeing this, Wu Xianyu nodded his head and helped He Zhiyuan out of the door.

"Zhiyuan, don't go back to Anhe, I'll open another room, and if the wound is inflamed tomorrow, you can seek medical attention in time." Wu Weiyu said softly.

He Zhiyuan wanted to say no, but seeing Wu Jiyu's face full of concern, he couldn't bear to refuse, nodded his head, and agreed.

That night, Wu Xianyu chatted late in He Zhiyuan's room, and only went back to his room to rest under his repeated urging.

He Zhiyuan was lying on his back on the bed, depressed in his heart, he never dreamed that he would be stabbed by being the best man for the son of the executive deputy county magistrate, which was really unexpected.

"This is Yundu territory, if something like this happens, Qiao Zhengliang, as the director of public security, has a responsibility that cannot be shirked." He Zhiyuan thought in his heart, "Early tomorrow morning, I will go to the Public Security Bureau to find Director Qiao and ask him to give me an explanation." ”

Thinking of this, He Zhiyuan's face showed a little excitement, and he stretched out his hand and waved it vigorously in the air.

"Ugh!"

He Zhiyuan suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain in his left arm, and subconsciously let out an exclamation.

Following!

Wu Xianyu saw that the injury on He Zhiyuan's arm was not abnormal, and a hanging heart relaxed.

He Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at Wu Da Meinu, and asked out loud: "Ji Yu, do you have your press card by your side?" ”

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Can you accompany me to the county public security bureau?" He Zhiyuan asked out loud.

"What are you doing at the county public security bureau?" Wu Xianyu asked with a puzzled face, "For last night's incident?" ”

Last night, this matter was under the jurisdiction of the police station, and there was no need to go to the public security bureau.

After He Zhiyuan heard the questioning, he told the ins and outs of the matter concisely.

"You want to use the injury on your arm to force the chief of the public security bureau to take down the head of the police station in your township?" Wu Jianyu asked in a low voice.

"That's right!" He Zhiyuan said with a gloomy face, "The situation in Anhe Township is very complicated, and if you want to carry out your work, you must take him down." ”

"Okay, no problem, I'll make a call first, and then I'll accompany you." Wu Jianyu said softly.

He Zhiyuan nodded his head and agreed.

After breakfast, Wu Xianyu drove He Zhiyuan straight to the Yundu County Public Security Bureau.

After Qiao Zhengliang saw He Zhiyuan coming, although he was a little surprised, he still greeted him warmly.

Knowing that it was a reporter from the provincial TV station who was in contact with He Zhiyuan, Qiao Zheng's conscience was very bottomless, and his attitude was more enthusiastic than before.

"Township Chief He, what's wrong with your arm?" Qiao Zhengliang pointed to He Zhiyuan's tightly bandaged left forearm and asked out loud.

"Director Qiao, the security in Yundu County is really poor." He Zhiyuan said matter-of-factly, "Last night, after attending the wedding banquet of the county magistrate Wang and I, I was walking in the New Century Plaza, and suddenly three bastards came out......

He Zhiyuan relayed what happened last night to Qiao Zhengliang in 1510.

After Qiao Zhengliang heard this, he was depressed, and secretly said in his heart: "How could such a thing happen, it's really a hell!" ”

"Township Chief He, your injuries are fine, right?" Qiao Zhengliang asked with a concerned face.

After He Zhiyuan heard the question, he said with a straight face: "My hand is only a small injury, but Reporter Wu has a problem!" ”

Qiao Zhengliang thought that He Zhiyuan said that Wu Xianyu was injured, and he sighed in his heart, if a reporter from the provincial station was injured in Yundu, he would be unable to escape the blame as the director of the public security bureau, and it was very likely that he would get into trouble because of this.

The reporter is known as the uncrowned king, and Qiao Zhengliang is the most reluctant to deal with him, for fear of being burned.

"Where is Reporter Wu's injury, is it serious?" Qiao Zhengliang asked in a panicked voice.