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Chapter 710 Invisible Opponents and Means

Wang Laowu finished eating the tenth crystal pork elbow with satisfaction, picked up the jar of wine and took a few big gulps, turned around in a daze, looked at the black-skinned official standing at the door, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Grandpa's life is worth it! Even if you shoot me now, I'll just be a hungry ghost in the afterlife!"

Wang Yunxiao walked up to him, took a look at the groom's body lying at his feet, and couldn't help asking, "Killing someone means paying with your life. You are so old, don't you understand this principle?"

Wang Laowu waved his hands and laughed, "I have lived enough of my miserable life! I have lived enough!"

"You are so capable now, it's no problem for you to eat pig's trotters every day, so why bother killing people?"

"You talk about him, he is not a good person."

Wang Laowu burped, threw the pork bone at the groom's face, turned around and said with a smile: "They are not good people. Do you know what business his father is in? His father sells charcoal. Taking advantage of the heavy snow in the past two days, his father stocked up a warehouse full of charcoal and didn't sell any of it, just waiting for the price to continue to rise."

"The neighbors were almost freezing to death, but he still had the heart to marry his son off and set up a banquet. Do you know where that young wife came from? His son couldn't pay back the loan he had lent, and his parents were forced to death. In the end, he didn't even have money to buy a banquet..."

"So you're here to do justice?"

"Sir, you are really good at talking. I am already this old, how can I have such a wish? I just want to eat something good before I die, and disgust their family at the same time."

Wang Yunxiao picked up the bowl, picked up a piece of roasted beef ribs, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully for a while.

"His cooking skills are average, he's not a chef from a big restaurant. Looking at the dishes on the table, this family isn't that rich, are they? The most expensive one is the pork elbow, and you made it all."

"You said he was selling charcoal. How much money can he make from selling charcoal? It's not food. When there's a famine, the more you hoard it, the more expensive it becomes. If you can't afford charcoal, you can burn firewood. If you can't afford firewood, just hold on. This is Tianmen, not the Fortress."

"Lending money is illegal, why don't you report it to the police? For something like robbing a woman, why don't you report it to the Red Lantern Society?"

Wang Laowu was stunned. He looked at the messy table in front of him and began to daydream.

"They... are colluding with officials and businessmen, and we ordinary people..."

"Who are you colluding with? Tell me a specific name."

"...There must be collusion, otherwise why can his family make so much money!"

Wang Laowu turned his head and stared at Wang Yunxiao: "Yes! I am colluding with you! Otherwise, how could you come so quickly?"

Wang Yunxiao couldn't help but laugh and said, "If that's what you said, then we shouldn't have come?"

"What do you mean by life for life? You didn't come when they killed people, but you came right after I killed someone..."

"Who did they kill?"

Wang Laowu was stunned for a moment.

With a snap, Wang Yunxiao threw the handcuffs on the table: "Have you eaten? If you are, then leave!"

Wang Laowu looked at the handcuffs on the table, remained silent for a while, and whispered: "I want to poop..."

"go."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"

"I've eaten, I've drunk, I've killed people, why are you running?"

According to the rules of the underworld in Tianmen, people have to maintain their dignity when they live. Even if you are a big thief who has committed a serious crime, if the government officials give you enough face, you still have to give them face, otherwise people will laugh at you.

This is somewhat different from the rules in Water Margin, and outsiders may not be able to accept it.

It is a local cultural feature.

After Wang Laowu finished taking a shit, he came back obediently and put handcuffs on himself.

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"After Wang Laowu had his fill of wine and meat, he thought of the bride in the room and immediately became lustful..."

With a slight tremor of his wrist, the pen tip paused, and the ink soaked the words. The writer frowned, picked up the manuscript paper, looked at it for a moment, and casually put it in the pile of waste paper next to him.

He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write again on the white paper.

"Xiao Jinsheng, 27 years old, from Shuzhong, has learned literature and martial arts since childhood, is chivalrous and hates evil. In his early years, he single-handedly wiped out 18 mountain bandits, and everyone praised him for his bravery. This June, he came to Tianmen with his good friends..."

"... Seeing that old beggar committing crimes wantonly, and the government officials actually shielding and condoning him, Xiao Jinsheng did not dare to step forward. He felt a nameless anger rising from his heart, took out his pistol, pointed it at the murderer and pulled the trigger. However, due to the haste of the incident and the shoving and bumping of the people around him, his shot actually missed the target..."

boom--!
Hearing the gunshot, Wang Yunxiao, who had just walked out of the yard with Wang Laowu, suddenly turned his head and looked.

The one closest to him reacted the fastest. He punched the shooter in the face with his backhand, causing him to stagger back. The two brothers nearby attacked at the same time, smashing the butts of their guns into his ribs, instantly subduing him.

But it is already late.

This inexplicable cold gun shot was so unexpected that no one could react at all.

"Where did you go?"

Everyone looked around and saw Chen Yan holding her waist and slowly leaning against the wall.

Youtiao rushed over to support her and asked repeatedly: "Where are you hurt?"

Chen Yan shook her head and loosened her hand, revealing a bright red blood color on her palm.

The bullet grazed her left abdomen, leaving a charred mark on her armor.

The armor newly issued by the Secret Service Bureau has a certain degree of bulletproof effect, but Chen Yan's body is not that strong. The kinetic energy of the bullet was transmitted to her through the armor, almost making her suffocate.

When I unbuttoned my shirt, I saw that it was soaked with blood.

"fine……"

Chen Yan said in a low voice.

Little Gourd squeezed over and pushed the dough stick aside: "Get out of the way, what are you looking at!"

"I'm gonna fuck you!"

The furious Youtiao kicked the shooter in the face, and not feeling satisfied, he kicked him twice more.

Wang Yunxiao stood there without moving, looking around and listening in all directions, taking in the movements of everyone around him.

Accident? Chance?
How could such a coincidence happen in the world that a bullet almost took away Qi Zhao from our team?
If it were an ordinary person, this shot might have cost him his life.

He wasn't focusing on the subdued shooter, just an ordinary guy.

The real opponent is hiding in places he can't see and using methods he can't understand.

"How about it?"

After making sure there was no other danger around, Wang Yunxiao asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's just a flesh wound, there was some bleeding, but it has stopped."

Xiao Hulu helped Chen Yan to sit down in a clean place, then stood up and reported to Wang Yunxiao: "There is no sign of echo erosion. It seems that the man wanted to shoot and kill the murderer out of his own ideas."

"If there is no echo erosion, then it is a method within the Twelve Dharma Gates. Do you know which Dharma Gate can create such an effect of bewitching people and manipulating their actions?"

"That's too much..."

As an official, Xiao Hulu had more information than the others. After thinking for a moment, he said uncertainly, "Craftsmen, ghosts, demons, priests, witch doctors, and scholars all have similar abilities. But if we consider the situations of Chen Laosi and Wang Laowu, we can rule out the possibility of craftsmen and ghosts."

"The priest heretic is relatively passive, and it seems that he doesn't like to show off in front of others. The most likely ones left are witch doctors and scholars. The witch doctor heretic is good at converting people, and the scholar heretic...brother, you should be more familiar with him than I am, right?"

Wang Yunxiao nodded. This was like meeting a fellow practitioner, and the other party’s skills were obviously far superior to his own.

(End of this chapter)