The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 1107 Generous and Elegy
Under such circumstances, three scribes, old, middle-aged and young, came to Xuanwu Dao and took a closer look at the situation here.

I found a tavern at random and called my second brother to inquire.

"Is the Xuanwu Dao in the past also like this?"

"Hmph, how could this be the case, all the boats on the Feitian River have been blocked, and we don't know when our store will be closed."

"Well... the old man is asking about Xuanwu Dao before the old man came."

"Oh, if you want to listen to this, it will be very lively. The five big gangs, robbing land, killing people, messy, and people are alive. My brother just won some money in the gambling shop. When he came home at night, he was killed by someone. Hacked to death, and..."

Come on, say this, say this, the little brother is talking about this.

"...It's only been a few months, and those noble surnames can't be seen anymore, and the waterways are blocked, and this is the case. If we cooperate, we should die, right?"

The three scribes were silent while listening to this.

Afterwards, they settled their bills, left the restaurant, and went to other neighborhoods. The basic discussions were similar, probably because the old man's abolition of the Department of Public Security's office was too invigorating.

Everyone felt elated.

After walking for a while, when we turned to a certain intersection, some children were crying, their faces were covered with dust, and they were surrounded by crutches. Adults with short arms and short legs were comforting them.

They include middle-aged men and lonely elderly people. Many people in clean black uniforms shuttle among them, bringing them water and food.

Seeing this scene, the old scribe was quite moved, he pulled a passing martial artist back, and asked, "Are they..."

The man sighed: "The orphanage, the elderly, the children, no one to take care of them... It's too miserable, I can't say it."

The old man said: "Is that so... Who are those people in black clothes?"

"Weiwen... You old man, I'm afraid you are not a member of our Xuanwu Dao?" Passers-by looked at him vigilantly.

The old man let him go, only said: "Old man, Qinglong Daoist, is a literati."

The man ignored him, and ran to find a staff member of the Stability Maintenance Station not far away who was comforting the child, and whispered something.

The staff of the Stability Maintenance Office in black uniforms frowned and looked this way.

The old man smiled and nodded at him, ignored him, turned and left.

Not long after, someone shouted at the nearest pier: "The ship is coming, the ship is coming..."

The old man frowned slightly, looked at each other with the other two scribes, and followed the crowd to the direction of the pier.

Not long after, I saw a large ship docked on the shore. The hull was mostly damaged, obviously after a big battle.

The young man on the bow had blood on the corner of his mouth, directing many forces to move the supplies to the pier.

The young man coughed up blood, cupped his hands at the crowd of onlookers, without saying a word, covered his whole body in black black armor, spread out a team of iron wings behind him, and let him fly down the Feitian River.

"That's the old man's nephew, I heard people say his name is Li or something..."

"Li Ding'an...he has already guarded the third boat today..."

"That's right, the old man's nephews are working so hard, who knows what will happen to Fei Tianhe... Sigh... There is no way out."

There was such a discussion among the surrounding crowd, some were filled with righteous indignation, some were pessimistic and desperate, but no matter what, martial arts were bloody, and they were bullied to such an extent that some people couldn't help it.

Especially the report about the old man's abolishment of the Department of Public Security last night. Now that it has spread throughout the Xuanwu Road, some people ask the steward at the pier, which rivers are blocked by the Department of Public Security?

After knowing the exact location, these people raised their knives and swords, calling for friends and friends to run to help, and some high-quality warriors could fly one step ahead.

As for those below the seventh rank, they rent boats from others in the waters around the pier, whether it is a fishing boat or a cargo ship, as long as there is a boat.

There are many enthusiastic boat owners who don't charge them a lot of money and pull people for free, and those who want to collect money, seeing this situation, are afraid of being poked in the back, so it is difficult to ask for any boat money.

Groups of people began to prepare to board the boat. A scribe in a blue robe with his hair tied up casually ran over when he saw this.

He took out a pen and paper from his pocket, walked up to the big man who was organizing the manpower, and said, "Can I ask you a few questions? What is the reason that prompted you to do such a thing?"

The big man waved his hand impatiently, and said: "What else could be the reason? Gou Ri's Public Security Secretary won't let people live. He won't let Lao Tzu live, and Lao Tzu won't let him have a good time."

"You can't let the old man's people stand in front of you all the time, then we are still men... By the way, who are you?"

The scribe in Tsing Yi smiled politely and said, "By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a reporter from the New Evening News."

"..."

The big man stared at him seriously, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "Can you delete that paragraph just now, and ask me again."

The reporter smiled and said, "Okay, then you can say it again."

The big man coughed lightly, straightened his collar, and said: "All along, Li Haoran, the patriarch of the Chivalrous Sect, has been my idol, and the reason why I did this is for the sake of fairness, justice, everyone for me, and I for everyone's chivalry Spirit."

"The Secretary of Public Security is a cancer parasitic in the city of Zhongdu. They have been using various names for many years to harm the people of Zhongdu. Their despicable behavior is worse than that of the blood cicadas and the five big gangs."

"And as a member of the righteous knights, my partners and I have the responsibility and obligation to eradicate this cancer and keep China safe."

"By the way, my name is Yu Erlai...Er Er Lai, Yu Er Lai, Er Er Lai, Er Er Lai, Er Er Lai is what you mean, coming and going like the wind, there are a few half-closed doors opened on the other side of Xuanwu Road, Fenxiang Street, bitch Wo... No, no, no, it's a place for entertainment and leisure."

"Our store has good service and provides hot water for bathing. The girls guarantee cleanliness and no diseases. It is a decent place with a signboard from the Weiwen Institute. Welcome everyone to visit."

After hearing what he said, the reporter couldn't help laughing and shaking his head, but he still wrote down these words intact, and of course what he said earlier.

The man named Yu Erlai asked again: "By the way, have you brought the painter here? Do you need me to pose?"

The reporter said: "I don't need a painter, I am good at painting myself, and I have just completed the painting."

The big man said: "Show me."

The reporter turned the book upside down to the previous page, and a simple and realistic painting appeared vividly on the paper. I saw the man standing in front of the river case, pinching his waist with one hand, waving with the other, commanding everyone to board the boat arrogantly.

Seeing this painting, the big man was obviously very satisfied and felt that he was very majestic. He laughed twice and returned the notebook to the reporter.

Then he asked: "Will your New Evening News report these things?"

(End of this chapter)