What he didn't expect was that the beggars in the entire Zhongzhou City were not only huge, but they also formed an overall organization, and the organizational structure was similar to the cottage bandits, but their leader called everyone, for example, at this time, the big leader of the Huazi Gang was named Xiao Shanzhong, and everyone called him Xiao Jia, in addition to begging on the streets, the Huazi Gang would also do a variety of livelihoods such as stealing, marking people, finding things, and guarding homes.

Among the side forces in Zhongzhou, there is a person with a transcendent status, he does not belong to any of the underworld forces, but he is the recognized leader of the underworld in Zhongzhou, this person is named Jing Bulei.

Fu Shizhan followed the little guy, and finally came to a mansion close to the west gate, with a door plaque hanging on the black gate, on which the words "Duan Zhai" were written.

It should be here—Fu Mingzhan thought

Fu Mingzhan got off his horse, handed the reins to the little servant, he stepped forward and patted the knocker a few times, and shouted, "Is anyone there?"

When it got dark, it seemed even quieter, and if it weren't for the sporadic lights of the surrounding homes, Fu Mingzhan wouldn't be sure if there were any people living here.

Fu Mingzhan saw that there was no response for a long time, and there was no light in the courtyard, he had already decided that Duan Xingye was not at home, and was about to turn back to Tianfeng Restaurant, when a woman's voice came from a nearby house: "It's looking for Uncle Duan, Uncle Duan should be at home." ”

The woman only spoke through the door, but did not open the door and came out, Fu Mingzhan bowed, and thanked: "Thank you little lady for your advice!"

The little guy said, "Fu Ye, take a look, is the door bolted?"

Fu Mingzhan looked through the crack in the door, and saw that the door was not bolted by the faint light, so he pushed the door hard, and the two doors "squeak---- opened after a while, Fu Mingzhan approached the main house of the house, and the little maid led two horses in to find a place to tie the reins.

Fu Mingzhan smelled a sweet smell of wine coming from the room through the crack in the door, and he opened the door, and the real smell rushed straight to his nose - the sour smell of vomit mixed with the strong aroma of wine turned into a pungent strange smell that filled the room.

Fu Mingzhan is no stranger to this kind of scene, he often has this situation when he gets together with friends to fight, the little guy coughed twice, and hurriedly opened the window to disperse the disgusting smell, although the restaurant does business often have customers drink too much and vomit on the spot, but it is far less strong than this smell, it can be imagined that at this moment this house must be a mess, it is difficult to get down.

Fu Mingzhan took out the fire fold he carried with him and blew it a few times, and the sparks came out, and if he blew it again, the fire was ignited, and by the light of the fire, he saw a person lying on a table by the west wall of the house, a wine jar in his arms, and two plates on the table still contained leftover tofu skin and roast chicken.

The little guy saw an oil lamp in the corner of the windowsill, and hurriedly brought it and put it on the table: "Fu Ye, there is an oil lamp here!"

Fu Mingzhan lit the oil lamp, put out the fire fold and put it away again, the flame of the oil lamp jumped a few times and then lit up, through this light, the two saw that the room was not as dirty as they thought, on the contrary, it was quite neat - except for the table at this time.

The three words "Qianli Ning" on the red paper on the wine altar were very eye-catching under the light, and the little guy secretly wondered: how could he afford to drink the most expensive "Qianli Ningxiang", how could he live in such the cheapest small house?

Fu Mingzhan pushed the man and shouted, "Old Duan, old Duan, wake up!"

Fu Mingzhan didn't understand when Duan Xingye became so unalert, both of them had entered the house like this, Duan Xingye could still sleep like this, from this point of view, he no longer had the previous vigilance against danger, which was not a good thing for a person in the rivers and lakes!

"Uh----" The man finally moved, "Who is this?" He shook his head lightly, squeezed his eyes hard, opened his eyes, and saw a man eight feet long standing in front of him, bending over to examine himself, thick eyebrows, big eyes, thick lips, thick black beard, why did this person look so familiar, he thought to himself, but as soon as this question came up, a lightning bolt struck his mind, this is his best friend, best brother, how could he forget!

A trace of shame entangled his heart, and there was some embarrassment, because the good brother saw his most unbearable appearance.

Duan Xingye himself didn't know why, why he was crying, tears couldn't stop rolling in the circles under his eyes, and then filled and blurred his eyes, he had never shed a tear since he came to Zhongzhou!

After a while, he staggered to his feet, grabbed Fu Mingzhan's shoulders with both hands, and asked hoarsely, "Old Fu, is it really you!"