The man named Han Shaohu is obviously an arrogant and domineering lord on weekdays, and if he disagrees, he wants to draw a knife and take someone's life, but when he draws a knife in front of Xue Ding, this guy is naturally looking for the wrong opponent.

Xue Ding didn't even raise his head, still didn't say a word, but a crunch sounded in everyone's ears.

In the imagination, the scene of Xue Ding's head falling to the ground did not appear, but the Han family named Han Shaohu, the steel knife that fell in his hand was actually cut off by an unknown force.

Before the cruel expression on Han Shaohu's face could be fully revealed, he turned into a stunned and surprised look halfway through.

The generation of the Han family has never left Xuncheng, so they naturally think that the warriors in the world are at most like the iron soldiers on the battlefield, at most the moves are more fancy, and the posture is more elegant.

Han Shaohu was stunned on the spot, if it weren't for someone behind him who immediately pulled him back, he didn't even react to run back.

However, Xue Ding still didn't make a move, this is Xuncheng, which is Song Yi's territory. If he kills someone here, it will be Song Yi who will be embarrassed in the end.

Of course, the old man with a peach cane has seen more of the market than Han Shaohu, although he was surprised, he was not flustered: "Grandmaster master." ”

Xue Ding's method is no longer something that ordinary martial artists can have, all he can think of is those two words 'grandmaster'.

However, after all, he is the head of the Han family, and it is impossible for him to have an invincible grandmaster, so he will retreat, if that is the case, the Han family will not have much majesty in this city in the future.

"Even if it's the grandmaster, today I, Han Fuqu, am here to seek justice. My third brother was assassinated by Qin Spy's spies, but I, the head of the family and the elder brother, didn't even have the qualifications to seek justice. The old man was indignant and poked the ground with his cane.

There are more and more people around to watch the excitement, and today's matter has spread in the market at this moment, of course, this must be inseparable from the Han family's secret fueling, what they want is to use public opinion to force Song Yi to take the initiative to hand over the secret agent.

Xue Ding didn't take a step back, but he didn't step forward to rush people: "If you want to seek justice, you need to wait for Song Duwei to deal with the matter at hand, now, wait!"

Xue Ding was like a cold stone statue, without the slightest temperature, even every word that came out, it was cold.

How could these Han family members dare to come forward and cut off a steel knife so easily, wouldn't it be a matter of blowing bombs to break their bones.

Meng Juntong had been watching quietly from the side, she knew that with Xue Ding's deterrent power, these Han family members would definitely not dare to venture again, but it was impossible for them to retreat.

She turned her head and looked at the gate of the Governor's Mansion, and she didn't know how Song Yi handled it, this matter couldn't be delayed for too long, and it would change later.

Han Fuqu, the head of the Han family, had always been in charge of Xuncheng's military affairs before Song Yi came to Xuncheng.

Song Yi took away the military power from him, which was undoubtedly a thorn in the heart of the old master.

"Good...... Very good," Han Fuqu's face was already a little pale, and he clenched the peachwood staff in his hand: "Duwei Song is busy, then wait for Duwei to finish his work, and I will wait here today." ”

"Self-deed. After Xue Ding finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the palace, and Meng Juntong also hurriedly followed.

However, before he could reach the mansion, the door of the governor's mansion was pushed open with a creak.

Two servants came out of the house dragging a burlap sack.

The sack was full of crimson, and before it could get closer, one could smell a smell of blood.

Han Fuqu's pupils shrank slightly, staring at the burlap bag tightly, Song Yi walked out of the house, his steps were gentle, and he was still holding a piece of white cloth and seemed to wipe his forehead inadvertently, the white cloth was already dyed red, and it looked very dazzling.

"It turned out that Mr. Han came in person," Song Yi greeted Han Fuqu with a smile, and stretched out his hand to shake him cordially.

Han Fuqu didn't reach out to pick it up at all, but instead carried his right hand behind him, which was not on a cane, and snorted coldly: "Captain Song, what do you mean by this?"

Song Yi was so stunned that he withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "I have heard from the people in the mansion just now that it was Mr. Han's third brother who was killed by this Qin spy spies. ”

Han Fuqu's eyes were cold and he didn't answer.

Song Yi sighed and looked distressed: "Mr. Han San is also an old man in my Xuncheng, and it is really regrettable to suffer from this disaster." ”

"Song Yi, don't you pretend to me here, let me ask you, where is that Qin spy agent?" Han Fuqu asked, but his eyes had already fallen on the blood-stained burlap bag.

Song Yi picked the corner of his eyes, turned around and pointed to the burlap bag and said, "Didn't you just hear the bad news, during the torture, I was angry for a while, and I shot him too hard and beat him to death." ”

"Song Yi!" Han Fuqu said angrily: "Do you know what the crime of killing an agent is privately, if you are on death row in Xuncheng, it will be fine, this is still in your house, can I understand, you are suspected of collaborating with the enemy, and the murder is also to ensure that the secret is not leaked." ”

Song Yi seemed to know early on that Han Fuqu would ask such a heart-wrenching word in public, and responded calmly: "Although this person is dead, I have also asked about the things that should be asked. ”

Han Fuqu snorted coldly: "Who knows if what you said is true or false." ”

The smile on Song Yi's face narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "I don't know how many things Mr. Han worships at this time, but it is directly under the jurisdiction of my Xuncheng Governor's Mansion!"

Han Fuqu was stunned and understood what Song Yi meant. Regardless of whether what Song Yi said is true or not, in this matter, he Han Fuqu is indeed not qualified to ask him for verification, what he came to ask for this time is only the assassination of his third brother.

Moreover, Song Yi really asked for a secret, could it be to prove that he was successful in torture, and if he couldn't say it on the street, it would be considered a secret.

Looking at Han Fuqu, who was pale, Song Yi was suddenly much happier, and beckoned to the servant: "I can't tell you that the military plane is secret, but your third brother, that is, Mr. Han San, was indeed killed by this thief, and he had already confessed when he was tortured before." If Mr. Han is not angry, why don't you whip the corpse a hundred times here on the street? Or take it home and slowly chop it up and feed it to the dogs?"

Meng Juntong's heart couldn't help but tighten, she knew that Song Yi's words were provoking Han Fuqu. But if Han Fuqu really agreed, then Hengshui would really die.