"This street is the land of the imperial court, you Diao people have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, and you dare to put it here without paying rent! Smashed it all for me! ”

One of the leader's Wu Hou shouted, and then his men rushed up, knocking over many stalls to the ground.

There is a stall that sells some small items such as hairpins, combs, and copper mirrors, and many things are directly destroyed when they are smashed like this.

The stall owner was a middle-aged woman wearing a tattered cotton jacket. The padded jacket was already torn, and some strips of cloth fluttered back and forth with the cold wind.

She knelt directly in front of Wuhou and cried: "I can't accept it, I still have a one-year-old child, and I rely on these things to feed." ”

Wu Hou didn't care at all, went up and continued to smash her stall.

Everything was thrown to the ground and scattered everywhere.

The woman was in a hurry, she grabbed Wu Hou's trouser legs, and begged: "You smashed everything, what are we going to eat?" Official, it's okay, I'll leave. ”

Her move obviously angered Wu Hou.

Wu Hou kicked the woman aside and shouted, "You Diao Min, look at you are not a good thing!" If you don't pay rent, that's the price! ”

The woman was kicked and bruised, holding her head and crying loudly.

Her cries mingled with a loud noise, very harsh.

Many hawkers really rely on this to survive, and when they saw that their livelihood was almost no longer saved, they hurriedly ran over crying and screaming to stop them.

These actions of theirs aroused the anger of the martial marquis even more. They lifted their sticks and pumped them all the way without saying anything.

An old man who set up a stall had his head pumped, and blood suddenly came out, and he fell in a pool of blood without a sound.

Meng Hao's stall was also seen by Wu Hou.

He had already started to pack up, but was directly stopped by several Wuhou.

A person took a piece of bread from in front of him, then took a bite, and opened his hand to Meng Hao: "Where's the money!" ”

Meng Hao's face suddenly appeared with a pleading expression, and he said in a mournful voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a small business, and he can't afford to pay the rent!" ”

According to what the martial marquis usually say, the rent is fifty wen a day.

Today, however, I have to pay three times, which is one hundred and fifty yuan, which is not a small amount. Meng Hao only made three pennies by selling a cooking cake, and after removing the cost, he would only earn a penny at most.

Meng Hao pleaded bitterly, and an impatient expression suddenly appeared on Wuhou's face.

He pulled out the stick in his hand and directly knocked Meng Hao to the ground. Meng Hao protected his head, but Wu Hou didn't care about his life or death, raised his stick and whipped it fiercely.

At this time, a soldier of the Demon Hunting Division who was lurking around had already walked out and came to Jing Liang's side.

The soldier whispered, "My lord, should we go and help?" ”

Jing Liang turned his head to look, and the other soldiers were also gearing up, with angry expressions on their faces, it was obvious that the actions of these people had completely angered them.

At this time, a Wuhou came over, saw a man selling sugar gourds, and shouted: "Look at what, pay the money!" ”

Jing Liang nodded, beckoned to Wuhou quietly, and said, "Come here, I'll give you money!" ”

When Wu Hou saw that the man really took out the money from his pocket, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and hurriedly walked over.

It's just that as soon as he walked over, Jing Liang suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to his side, and then a hand knife slashed at his neck.

Jing Liang's strength was so great that Wuhou fainted directly.

Jing Liang grabbed Wu Hou and dragged him into the corner, then said, "Listen, don't act rashly now. We're here to lurk, don't reveal your identity. ”