Old man Zhang wiped his tears with trembling hands and continued:

A few days later, he was fired by Jing Zhao Yin, and ran away from home, and a month later, Jing Zhao Yin Yamen announced to his family, saying that Ah Biao was chased and killed by creditors. But our family didn't even see Ah Biao's corpse, which made the old man's daughter-in-law and two grandsons miserable. ”

"Who are the creditors of Zhang Biao?"

"There seem to be seven or eight Biao creditors, and the biggest creditor is Boss Mo of the Hongmen Gambling House in Xicheng."

Boss Mo of Xicheng Hongmen Gambling House.

Jiang Wulang wrote it down by heart.

Listening to Uncle Zhang's intermittent narration, Wuzhi's brows locked the Sichuan character.

"Uncle Zhang, what happened to the injury on your leg?"

Uncle Zhang drank a large bowl of water and continued to narrate.

It turned out that Old Man Zhang was somewhat literate, and for the livelihood of his family, he went to the East Wharf of the carrier to work as a clerk.

Half a month ago, there was a fight between the gangs at the dock, and he was cut by the other party's people for no reason and carried back by the workers.

No one cares about this kind of thing, only thinks it's unlucky.

But the family had no money to treat this leg injury, and Ah Biao's daughter-in-law had to go out every day to help people do laundry and earn some small money to support the family.

It really happened to rain overnight, and these days, Ah Biao's creditors often come to the door to collect debts.

Yesterday, the door of the house was kicked and broken, and Ah Biao's daughter-in-law was almost taken away by the thugs, saying that she was sold to a brothel and sold herself to pay off her debts.

Therefore, when she saw Jiang Wulang coming just now, she was so angry that she came out with scissors and was ready to fight for her life.

After listening to Old Man Zhang's story, Yuan Zhi was silent, Jiang Wulang's face was pale, and of course he couldn't sit still.

He and Zhang Biao are brothers, and now there are old and young in the family, a weak woman, how can she cope with it.

He really wanted to help the family get through the difficulties and survive.

He can't manage the gangs, and he can't manage them, but there are some people or things that he must manage.

Not for anything else, just because he is a bloody man and a brother with iron shoulders and morality.

He got up and walked to the front yard, ready to ask Ding Jiu for some money, and give relief to Zhang Biao's family first.

Suddenly, a woman's exclamation was heard outside the house.

Jiang Wulang frowned, and rushed out like the wind.

"Goro, don't be reckless." Behind him was Ding Jiu's loud voice.

The lesson of Wangchun Pavilion last time was profound, and for this reason, the stick wound on his and Jiang Wulang's buttocks has not healed yet, and he should ride as slowly as possible, otherwise, people will not be able to stand the bumps.

Jiang Wulang, who rushed to the outside of the house, saw five biao-shaped men and surrounded Ah Biao's daughter-in-law.

There was also an old doctor wearing a cloth shirt and carrying a medicine box beside her.

"The money is not mine, I can't give it to you."

The woman tugged at the sleeve of the man who had snatched the money bag, and kept pleading:

"The money Ah Biao owes you, I will definitely try to pay it back, but this money is really not mine."

"Stinky, let go!"

The man who robbed the money shouted loudly, raised his other hand high, and scolded sharply:

"Little slut, it's natural to owe money and pay back, if you don't let go, don't blame Lao Tzu for being unkind to you."

The copper in the money bag was the gold baht that the woman had taken, and the change after the doctor's visit fee was advanced.

"Let her go!"

The voice as cold as a knife sounded in the air, and it looked eerie.

In the hearts of several big men, they shivered.

They all looked in the direction where they were speaking.

I saw a tall black shadow galloping towards them.

On that hideous face, the gaze reflected in the cold pupils was as sharp as a knife.

The man at the head subconsciously let go of his hand, took a step back before he came to his senses, and couldn't help scolding:

"Mother, you are a shallot that came out of nowhere, don't be nosy, otherwise..."

The scolding did not fall, only a crisp sound of "pop..." was heard.

The scolding big man spun around like a spinning top in an instant, and fell to the ground with a "pop..."

A deep five-finger print appeared on the left side of his face, half of his face began to swell, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He opened his mouth and spit out two big teeth.

"I'm never nosy." Jiang Wulang said coldly:

"But the bastard who is in charge of bullying the old, weak, women and children!"

Jiang Wulang shot too fast, the figure flashed, and the other party didn't see it clearly, and he was slapped heavily in the face.

The sun began to set, and two more men walked out of the house, of course, the crown prince and Ding Jiu.

The man who was beaten gasped and let go of his clenched fists helplessly.

He has always made a living by lending usury to collect debts, and his eyes are very thiefy, and he knows who to mess with and not to mess with.

Seeing the tall young man in front of him, who was dressed in a black satin repair suit, a sinister aura came to his face with the figure.

If you enter the mother, you have encountered a hard stubble now, and you have to call more people to come.

The guy exchanged glances with a little brother next to him and asked him to go back to report the news, while he covered his red and swollen face with his hand and hummed indistinctly:

"You... Whichever way you are on the road, please report your name, so that you do not hurt each other's peace. ”

Jiang Wulang, who was stunned, pulled his sleeves, and the two looked at the prince apologetically.

Without the permission of His Royal Highness the Prince, he shot and hurt people, which is another violation of the iron law of micro-service private visits.

Yuan Zhi's whole outfit was completely the son of a lupine scarf, and I saw him shaking the silk fan casually, and took a few steps forward and grinned jokingly:

"We are on the royal road, and on which road are you?"

On the royal road?

I've never heard of this, have you?

The guys were stunned, and looked at each other in confusion, but they didn't dare to make a mistake.

One of the guys stood up, he hugged his hands, and said, "This hero, we are the people of the Hongmen Gambling House in the west of the city, Mo Ye." ”

Hongmen Gambling House in the west of the city.

Isn't this what Zhang Laohan said, the big creditor of the deceased Zhang Biao?

At this time, the little guy who slipped out and was about to report and shout was escorted back with a slumped head, followed by two big men.

"Ding... Fourth Master Ding, he... They..."

Ding Siye and a few of his followers were shocked when they heard the sound, and saw that there were many strong men in black clothes and brocade clothes on the side of the house walls on both sides of the street, all of them staring at them fiercely.

Mom, who are these people?

has debuted in the rivers and lakes for many years, and it is rare to see Ding Siye in this posture, and they are all frightened, and they are covered in cold sweat.

The leader named Ding Siye didn't care about his swollen cheeks, and hugged Yuan Zhizuo with both hands and said:

"This son-in-law, Ding is reckless today, he has no eyes, he offended you a lot just now, please forgive him, and the little one will leave immediately."

After speaking, he turned around and prepared to lead people away.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses.

"Stop." Yuan Zhi drank them.

He pointed to the stunned woman next to him, and said coldly to the fellows:

"How much does her man owe you?"

"Well, even the profits... A total of one and a half gold baht. Ding Siye covered his face and looked at Yuan Zhi, and replied very seriously.

[Thank you Jimo Ruogu and other friends for their support, collection, and gift of vertical and horizontal coins, Qingbo is here to thank you! ]

Because my mobile phone is bound to the author's account, I can't be bound to write a comment, and I'm speechless?

Thank you all again, and I wish you all a great work, a hit, and a big sale! 】