Back three hands is the nickname of the leader of the pickpockets, which means that he has a third hand on his back. It not only describes his identity theft, but also shows his insatiable desire to dig even the position of his back.
He was born and raised in Beicheng for many years of stealing, and even got involved in the official way, so he had a reputation in the local way for a long time.
Knowing many high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Qidu with three hands, he knows who can attack and who can't. But people like Wu Zhe belonged to the nouveau riche in Qidu, and they had no reputation for half a month.
It never occurred to them that they left Qidu a few days ago to visit relatives in their hometown, and they missed Wu Zhe, a newly rising and hot big shot. As a result, by coincidence today, just as they were about to leave Qidu, I came to the door to make trouble, and actually wanted to steal something from their carriage.
"Good fight!" Hu Yunjiao quickly understood what happened, and applauded with her brother.
"Don't hit too hard." Hu Yunshang appreciated Wu Zhe's action of punishing the pickpocket, but also reminded him not to abuse too much.
"Cruel? It should be even more vicious!" Wu Zhe cracked his whip and whipped the pickpockets all over the ground, screaming for mercy.
"Don't follow along, be careful and tremble with fright." Zong Zhilian was the only one who didn't look back, and just tapped the fan on the head of the bait pickpocket: "Don't you think this scream is familiar?"
Don't say it, it's really familiar, how can it be the voice of your own smart boss
As soon as he thought of this, he felt that his head was hit by something hard, and it buzzed instantly.
It is a folding fan in the hands of Zong Zhilian.
This is a weapon fan, an iron bone fan weighing more than ten kilograms.
The bait pickpocket's head was humming and painful from the knock, as if he felt a big bump on his forehead in an instant.
"Oh, you dare to hit someone!" Zong Zhilian just looked at the iron fan in his hand just as the bait pickpocket opened his mouth.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" with Zong Zhilian's seemingly inadvertent fan, and was blown out in a burst of blood.
The decoy pickpocket also let out a scream, but it was inarticulate because his mouth was smashed.
In fact, his injury was no less serious than that of the accomplice who attacked the carriage from behind.
The bait pickpocket covered his bleeding mouth, and he didn't care about revenge when the situation was not good. The cat was about to run with its tail between its waists.
"Hey? Now that you're here, I haven't paid you for your medical expenses yet. How can you run away?" Zong Zhilian put a fan on his waist with a smile.
The bait pickpocket rolled and fell to the ground with a groan, half of his body was numb and he couldn't move.
Zong Zhilian took a few steps, kicked him up in the air, and rolled with his accomplices.
As a result, the five pickpockets are now reunited.
The pickpockets were whipped crying for their fathers and mothers, and fled in all directions, but they were enveloped by Wu Zhe's whip, and they couldn't escape no matter what.
Among the crowd watching on the street, there were a few Xuanqi warriors, who couldn't help raising their thumbs and secretly applauding the whip technique.
More and more onlookers gradually formed a crowd, pointing and pointing.
There are those who dare not speak indiscriminately because of their three-handed past, and there are also those who yell happily and finally open their eyes to let the thieves learn a lesson.
No one reprimanded Wu Zhe and others for their actions.
Because no one has sympathy for pickpockets.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was a well-known pickpocket leader in the local area and had some relationship with the government, I'm afraid someone would step forward to vent his anger.
"Girl, spare me!" The pickpockets knew they had encountered a hard stubble, and begged for mercy with trembling voices.
"I've bought so many things, do you want a share? All right! Whatever sounds nice!" Wu Zhe teased with the pickpocket's words just now.
"What's your name?" Hearing that he was hopeful, the third hand hurriedly asked.
"It sounds nice, you can call it whatever you want." Wu Zhe waved his whip with a smile, and let the third hand on his back scream.
"Grandma!" screamed back three hands.
The crowd burst into laughter.
Seeing that the pickpockets were covered in blood, almost achieving the purpose of punishment, Wu Zhe was ready to take the whip and leave.
"Who dares to make a noise here?!"
"Get out of the way!"
"Get out of the way!"
Suddenly there were several ferocious shouts from outside the crowd, and four street officials rushed over.
The crowd of onlookers parted ways in exclamation.
Among the four officials, one of them is a patrolman who maintains the stability of the market in Qidu, and the other three are his servants. .
When several officials fiercely drove a gap in the crowd, they saw Wu Zhe retracting his whip, and five big men wowed and rolled on the ground in pain.
"What a vicious shrew, how dare you commit murder in the street!" A servant of the yamen pointed at Wu Zhe and cursed angrily.
The other two yamen servants also shouted loudly: "Quickly report the family history of the famous family!"
Wu Zhe frowned slightly.
She noticed that Bei Sanshou and others on the ground had some eye contact with these yamen servants, as if they knew each other.
Wu Zhe sighed secretly: I guess the official gangsters are a family. If a thief does not have an official background in electricity, it will not last long at all.
Ai Yatou saw that Wu Zhe didn't speak, and hurriedly shouted: "They are pickpockets! They tried to steal our things and were arrested. Take these five thieves away!"
Hu Yunjiao also said: "That's right, these are all pickpockets. Just now, many people in the street called them three-handed, obviously they are bad people who have stolen their names..."
Several pickpockets on the ground came to the backbone, and immediately got up one by one and shouted: "Yes, yes! You beat us for no reason!"
The bait thief with his mouth smashed yelled inarticulately: "Your accent sounds like you are from other places. How dare you bully the locals in Qidu!"
The three hands on the back also supported the waist with both hands, and yelled grinningly: "Brother Yamen servant, don't be polite to them, take him back for interrogation, you see they have a lot of shopping at a young age, and they have loaded several carriages. I'm afraid The source of the silver taels is unknown, if you investigate carefully, there will definitely be a big case!"
Hu Yunshang had already reacted, and praised Xiao Ruoyao's quick reaction, stopping a few pickpockets first, otherwise there would be a loss. Of course, the loss is a trivial matter, but it is not good if it affects the mood of leaving for the hometown.
He took two steps forward and said angrily: "Bloody spitting! You are stealing money from the front and stealing from the back, and the people on the street can testify!"
But when he looked around at the crowd, he found that no one dared to say anything. Even if one or two expressions changed slightly, as if they wanted to speak, they were held back by the people around them.
Although Wu Zhe didn't grasp the current situation with real evidence, almost all the onlookers were from the same street and city, so they naturally knew the situation of the three hands and others. It's just that these pickpockets have an affair with the government, and they are afraid of retaliation afterward, so no one dares to speak out to testify. (To be continued.)