Bao Jinbo valued Yan Xing before his death, because Yan Xing was brave.

Yan Xing entered the martial arts gym at the age of twelve to practice boxing, and became a martial artist at the age of nineteen, and it took six years to open the eight tricks, and in terms of fighting ability, he ranked third among the hundreds of people in the police station - the first two were the guards of Director Qin.

Although the level of martial arts is ordinary, Yan Xing is a natural strong man, with brute strength that does not match his size, and he may not lose to a professional martial artist of the same realm in empty-handed combat.

Brute strength was a strength he was proud of, but the moment the sixth flew out of his seat, the sense of superiority brought to him by his innate divine power was gone.

Although the sixth child is thin, he always has more than 100 catties, and he blasts these more than 100 catties of meat into the air with one punch, how much strength does it take?

After all, after a few years in the serious crime team, Yan Xing still has some knowledge, and he can see that this person is not a martial arts cultivator in the Quenching Body Realm, or he is also born with divine power, or he has special power skills. In short, it's a ruthless character that is not easy to mess with.

And this person is not Chinese, although he has black hair and black eyes, his facial features are obviously different from Chinese, and he is wearing a Western-style dress that can only be found in department stores.

Dingwu is neither a bustling city nor a treaty port, and the exotic people who will appear here are travelers in eight or nine times out of ten, and one or two are secret police.

The traveler was sheltered by the city hall, and the secret police were even more evil ghosts who ate people and did not spit out bones, Yan Xing thought that he could not afford to offend, and immediately got up and hugged his fists: "Friend, you have revenge, you have revenge, you have revenge, what he has done, it has nothing to do with me." ”

The black-haired and black-eyed exotic man turned to look at Yan Xing, his eyes were cold, and he didn't say a word.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yan Xing caught a glimpse of several female shes walking briskly over here, spread his hands and said, "Mi, no, Ai, Dongte, open your ears." ”

The exotic man's response was a heavy punch, and the fist blade carried the fist wind and rushed straight to Yan Xing's door.

"Noisy!" Yan Xing scolded, bent down and lowered his head to dodge a straight punch comparable to a bull's collision, regretting in his heart that he hadn't learned a few more words of foreign lingua franca when he rode a big ocean horse before.

Before he could retreat and raise his head, his fist that seemed to be weighing a thousand pounds fell on his head.

The wind is whirring overhead, as if it is not a fist that has been smashed down, but a sledgehammer that has demolished the wall!

Yan Xing bent his knees and squatted slightly, sinking his waist and strength, his arms were like bull's horns, and he violently pushed against the fist wrist above his head.

The fist wheel hammered the arm bone, like a heavy object crushing the bracket, and like a meteorite smashing open a mountain gorge. There was a muffled bang, Yan Xing's arms were still on top of his head, and his knees hit the floor, and he had to kneel down in order to withstand the punch.

Being punched to his knees in front of so many people, Yan Xing was annoyed and ashamed, grabbed the arms of the exotic man with both hands, and used his toes to make his body bounce up like a spring pressed to the bottom.

Under the brute force pull, the exotic man's center of gravity shifted, his body was unstable, and he seemed to fall forward.

Yan Xing didn't care about his special status, and seized the only chance to win, and slammed his right shoulder into the bridge of the exotic man's towering nose.

Seeing that he was about to win this sudden vicious fight, Yan Xing's right shoulder suddenly felt sore, and the exotic man's left hand was buckled at the joint of his right arm at some point, and his thumb, index finger, middle finger and ring finger grabbed fiercely like eagle claws hunting, slashing, pulling, only to hear a click, Yan Xing's shoulder joint was dislocated and dislocated.

The sharp pain pierced the flesh and bone like a sharp knife, Yan Xing screamed, let go of his hands and kicked out his right leg, the exotic man raised his leg and kicked sideways at the same time, the two calves collided together, Yan Xing's tibia was broken, and half of the calf swung forward at a tooth-aching angle, and then swung back like a swing, like a plastic rod that hit a solid iron rod.

"Ahh Ahh

Yan Xing fell to the ground, screaming like a mantra, which made several of the priests stop in unison, the low-end brothel does not have much revenue, and he can't afford to hire Kaishu Wuxiu to be a security guard, and several of the priests are ordinary thugs, how dare they come forward to persuade them.

Half a month ago, other prostitutes and girls in the women's dormitory might have watched the excitement with laughter and laughter, but now everyone knows that the excitement is not so good-looking. Seeing the tragic situation of Yan Xing's broken arm and leg, everyone turned around and left, scrambling to run out of the door.

The crowd poured out the door, but a short, thin boy went up against the current.

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The children in Zhangjiaxiang have a difficult life, and in order to survive, they must huddle together to keep warm.

Zhang Chiyuan has no impression of his biological mother, because his mother had passed away before he can remember, and as for his father, Zhang Chiyuan can't even remember what he looked like when he was sober, and his anger combined with inferior alcohol had already burned his head.

The only person who brought warmth to Zhang Chiyuan was the lively and beautiful big sister next door. It was she who went to Zhengqitang to ask for medicine when Zhang Chiyuan was injured, it was she who went to the vegetable market to steal rice and pick up vegetable leaves when Zhang Chiyuan was hungry, and it was she who taught Zhang Chiyuan to fry cabbage.

After eating the vegetable leaves, he poured a bowl of boiling water into the plate, which was the "cabbage soup" with oil and water, and Zhang Chiyuan drank this bowl of soup for four or five years.

On her sixteenth birthday, Zhang Chiyuan cheekily asked Jiang Huiyin to borrow money and bought a small piece of cream cake, which was the first time they tasted cake.

Hearing her sister say that her birthday wish was to marry a good family in the future, Zhang Chiyuan, who never dared to think about the future, also made an exception and talked about her wish.

His wish is to play the state domain name number in the Xiaowu Holy Grail, and with the state domain name, he can squeeze into the martial arts class, live in the school dormitory, and leave Zhangjiaxiang.

As long as you work hard enough, you will definitely be able to find a job in the martial arts hall after graduation and slowly save money. If you're lucky, you might even get into college and make more money.

To make money, in order to save a dowry for her sister, so that she can marry in style.

Zhang Chiyuan didn't say this, and he didn't have a chance to say it again.

The next day, she was sold to Tingchun Garden, and Zhang Chiyuan hoped that she could save enough money for redemption as soon as possible, but just a week later, someone came with the bad news that she was buried in the wilderness.

The person who brought the news was the trafficker who bought her, and across the wall not much thicker than cardboard, Zhang Chiyuan heard that the trafficker had given her family a sum of money as hush money.

5,000 yuan, plus 12,000 yuan for selling her body, the traffickers bought her life for 17,000 yuan and bought Zhang Chiyuan's only warmth.

Winter has not yet arrived, but these days are bitterly cold, what martial arts class, what little martial arts holy grail, Zhang Chiyuan doesn't care, he just wants to do one thing: revenge!

Every night, Zhang Chiyuan blended into the begging procession and wandered around Sanquan Alley, the trafficker who came every night, but not alone.

After suffering for a few days and nights, it seems that he has waited for a few spring and autumn, and today, he heard that someone in the alley was sold to Sanquan Alley, and he couldn't stand it.

Armed with a knife he had picked up to kill fish, Zhang Chiyuan stood outside the brothel and waited, waiting for the traffickers to get drunk or be separated from his companions.

"Ahh Ahh

The howl of a pig was heard far away, and then men and women poured out from behind the door.

Zhang Chiyuan looked in on tiptoe, but his vision was blocked by the crowd, he gritted his teeth, retracted his hand into his sleeve, and squeezed the door with the handle of the knife.

Through the gap in the crowd, he saw the trafficker who bought and sold the girl kneeling on the ground, holding a piece of letter paper in his hand, and his face was full of tears.

Then he saw that there was an extra hole in the ugly face.

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