"I'm fighting with you!!"

Boss Qiu, who had just been let go, turned around and grabbed the kitchen knife next to him, and he was about to fight hard. It's just that before they could make a move, they were kicked away by the splash skin next to Cao Kun, and they didn't keep their hands on this kick. After Boss Qiu was kicked this time, the person suddenly lost his strength and couldn't get up.

"Shameless things for the face."

Cao Kun's face was gloomy, and he picked up a stone next to him, and was about to go over and strike hard.

"Stop!!"

In the crowd, a bald head rushed out at a very fast speed, blocking between the two.

Seeing this, Cao Kun did not save his hand, but slammed it the bald head. I only heard a 'bang', and the stones were smashed open, but the bald head was unscathed.

Iron head work!

"In broad daylight, he oppressed the good, and it was simply lawless."

While speaking, the bald head did not spare half of his hand, and he subdued Cao Kun and the others with three punches and two feet.

After cleaning up the splashing skin, the bald head bent down and helped the seriously injured Boss Qiu next to him, and did not forget to tear up the IOU from Cao Kun's hand in the middle.

This is an attentive monk.

"Stinky bald donkey, do you know what this place is!"

"Dare to do something to us, you are provoking the Famous Sword Villa."

A few splashes were old ruffians, and after knowing the idea in front of them, they quickly turned around and ran away.

In the process, he did not forget to raise the signboard of the famous Sword Villa to say cruel words, which can be said to be a loser but not a loser.

"Thank you, Master, you can go quickly, you won't be able to leave when it's late."

Boss Qiu looked at this bald head with a grateful face.

He almost broke his family, and it may be just a disgrace for this young monk. But for him, it was a real life-saving grace. Never underestimate those tricks, these streets have been plagued by more people.

Don't ask the government why it doesn't matter, the county lord of Wanjian City is a decoration, and as soon as he heard that it was a case involving Mingjian Villa, he was scared and immediately 'sick'. Until now, there has been no explanation in the previous case, what else can he, a powerless and powerless old vegetable seller, expect.

"Don't worry, boss, I believe that Daozhou has a royal law, and the owner of Mingjian Mountain Villa will not allow this kind of madman to harm the people."

The monk smiled and said, after saving people, he returned to his previous position in a bright light and sold his scriptures.

on a roadside stall.

Wu Chong, who was eating fried stinky tofu, watched the whole process in silence.

I understand more the energy of the three chiefs under him in Ten Thousand Swords City, in the city, up to the city guards, down to the street patrol, basically relying on them to eat.

In a word, let them kill and kill.

Let the fire be set on fire!

"Boss, check out."

After eating, Wu Chong took out the copper coin and put it on the table.

He is also the owner of the village now, and there is no shortage of this bit of silver.

Wu Chong used to think about why those people in the rivers and lakes are not short of money, and they always eat meat and drink wine. Now he understands that those people in the rivers and lakes are either like him to the imperial court, or they are just like the shopkeepers, making black money.

"Your Excellency, you're finally back."

As soon as he returned to the villa, Wu Chong saw Ma Runan with a tired face.

This subordinate who came over from Chongzhou Mansion is a real tiger, except for the first day, she basically runs all the rest of the time in the account room. Hell-bent on finding out the problem account books of Mingjian Villa and getting evidence of those people's crimes.

This is also determined by Ma Runan's background, she habitually finds evidence and then acts against the enemy.

As everyone knows, the boss she followed used to be a copycat.

When Wu Chong decided to do it, what evidence, what crime.

If you kill someone and make up for it, it's over.

If they have any doubts, they can jump out and reflect them.

"I've found evidence."

Ma Runan said excitedly.

After turning over the accounts for a few days, I didn't expect to be really found by him, but you can imagine how bad the accounts of the well-known Sword Villa are, and fake accounts can make problems.

"Not bad."

Wu Chong praised it.

Subordinates work hard, and the attitude of being a superior must be in place.

The two talked as they walked, listening to Ma Runan's attentive report along the way, and the absent-minded Wu Chong nodded from time to time.

As soon as he entered the house and sat down, he saw Seventeen floating in from outside.

This old sword slave's martial arts are very high, Wu Chong tried it once, this old guy actually took it, although it only took thirty percent of his strength, but he could also see a lot of things.

An old servant of the first order of the three realms.

This kind of person is actually desperate to work hard for the Famous Sword Villa, and it can be seen that the ancestors of the Famous Sword Villa still have something.

"Your letter, owner."

When Thirteen came in, he respectfully placed the letterhead on the table.

It was sent by the shadow Zhao Jianglong.

In the morning, he created an opportunity for Zhao Jianglong, and this guy really didn't disappoint him. It was only half a day's work, and I collected the good things and sent them over.

"They are all loyal subordinates, and they must be invited to a meal."

Looking at the information sent by Zhao Jianglong, Wu Chong couldn't help but praise.

Pit the former owner to death.

Human trafficking, printing money, abuse of private power......

There are countless black materials.

And that's not all. The most praised point of Wu Chong was that these three guys actually carried him behind his back and applied to the imperial court for thirty cars of fine iron in the name of the owner. Thirty cars were lost in front! There were a total of sixty cars in front of the front and back.

It's killing him!

Such a huge amount of money, a huge amount of supplies.

There is not a single word on the account book of Mingjian Villa, as if there is no such thing at all.

They are all good subordinates who share the worries of the owner.

The previous owner died unjustly.

"I just want to make a card with peace of mind, why is it so difficult."

Wu Chong felt that his righteousness when he was a big boss had been committed again.

'Die on the same day, same month, same year' is the rule of being a big brother. It's just that I have to take care of my brother's family, and the eldest brother also has a hard time.

There was a problem with the three subordinates, and Wu Chong knew it from the beginning. A farmer who has parachuted in and wants to bow down is unrealistic.

But I didn't expect these guys to be so bold.

"You go and inform the three managers in the evening, and say that I have something important to discuss with them."

Wu Chong put the letterhead into his sleeve and gave an order to Thirteen, who was still waiting in front.

"Yes."

Thirteen answered, turned and went down.

The owner commanded it, and he did it.

Crockpot village.

The cold demonic wind blew, the wooden plaque at the door made a 'squeak' sound, and dozens of blood-stained carriages stopped at the door of the stockade, soaked in blood.

Inside the village, it was empty.

Only an old corpse swayed in the wind, faintly as if something was singing in it, and the voice was old and long, intermittent.....

......

"Shopkeeper, I found out, the thirty fine iron cars were lost in the clay pot village."

The shopkeeper who has been checking for a long time finally has a clue here.

"Crockpot Village? These pestilence dogs, are you tired of it! My goods dare to move. ”

A hint of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the shopkeeper Bao.

This incident had a great impact on him, and although it was later solved in the name of the owner, the source of the problem had to be found.

"Let the Black Wind go over to them."

Put the letterhead in front of the candle and light it, and the beating fire reflected the fat face of the shopkeeper, which was even more hideous.

"Chickens and dogs don't stay!"

At this moment, the voice of Sword Slave Seventeen suddenly came from outside the door.

"Director Bao, the owner of the village asked you to go over for a light meal in the evening......"