"You?" Yang Ping sneered, then he took out another cigarette, sighed "hey", and said casually, "It seems that there is such a person, oh, you are also an old friend of the beggar gang, fate."
Yan Hao was at a loss as he held his quietly mobile phone, looking at this and that.
Thirty years ago, Yan Hao heard the old man mention the tragic incident in which the Xingjiao Gang and the Beggar Gang had feuded, but those things were too far away from him, so forget it.
But just now quietly - Zhu Qiao, what did you say
What do you mean by "those who were burned to death because of Yang Ping's betrayal"
And such a big crime, Yang Ping did not deny it!
The old people of 111 still keep some old traditions of loyalty and loyalty, and they will take good care of them when they meet their younger generation. Since Quietly is also considered an "old friend of the Beggar Gang", it is still an old friend who once broke the family for the Beggar Gang. If Yang Lao knows, he must be It will hurt her as a granddaughter. She has been in the pet shop at the door of 111. Why has she never revealed her identity to Mr. Yang
Did she happen to be working there, or was she secretly watching... Lao Yang
Yan Hao is only slow in dealing with people, not slow. On the contrary, because of social fear, he is more sensitive than ordinary people.
Staring at Quietly's back in horror, he suddenly realized that Quietly suspected that Lao Yang was covering up his own son, so he kept staring at him!
"Quiet..." Just as Yan Hao was about to say something, his voice changed abruptly, "Hold on!"
As a mute, it was Quietly who truly achieved "you can do it without forcing it". Before Yan Hao could speak, she had already stabbed Yang Ping with a knife, scaring Yan Hao to the core.
Relying on his long legs, he jumped in front of Quietly in a few steps, blocked the two of them, and blocked the dagger in her hand: "Calm yourself!"
Quietly put a hand on Yan Hao's shoulder and regarded him as a big wooden stake. Taking him as the center of gravity, he "flyed" lightly like a butterfly wearing flowers and trees. Yan Hao grabbed it with his backhand, but the girl was like a piece of paper Like, swiping his fingers lightly. Quietly crossed his shoulder, held a dagger, and stabbed it straight at Yang Ping's head.
Yan Hao shouted, thinking that he was about to see the scene of blood splashing three feet. Unexpectedly, Yang Ping just raised his hand lightly and grabbed the wrist that was quietly carrying the knife.
Quietly the dagger fell to the ground, Yang Ping was holding a cigarette, one hand behind his back, grabbed her wrist, and swung the person to the ground. A crisp sound of "click" came from Yan Hao's ear, and the hairs on his back stood on end. Before he could think about it, he rushed up to catch it with both hands. The girl who was as light as paper just now was turned into a sledgehammer by Yang Ping. Yan Hao sank his hands, and his shoulders almost disengaged. Be a meat pad.
Quietly, her wrist was broken and drooped softly. She trembled with pain and curled up into a ball.
Yan Hao looked at Yang Ping in horror - he practiced kung fu since he was a child, and he always thought he was among the masters, challenged Yu Lanchuan, and was hunted down by Gan Qing. No one had ever made him feel this fear.
The thin and small man in front of him seemed to hide an inhuman monster, using some unknown power.
Yang Ping looked down at the two of them condescendingly, because winning was too easy, and he seemed a little amiable.
He bent down and asked quietly: "Little girl, I ask you, who told you that the death of your family back then had something to do with me?"
The long hair quietly fell from her temples. After a while, she was soaked in cold sweat. She raised her head from the gap in her hair, revealing a pair of frightening eyes. Yan Hao felt her body suddenly tense and opened her mouth. A cluster of cold light spewed out, pocketing towards Yang Ping's door.
Yan Hao didn't realize what it was at first, so he followed his quiet eyes in a daze, and saw Yang Ping leaning back and side in an embarrassed manner, leaving scratch-like wounds on his face and neck.
Yan Hao was dumbfounded - the legendary "innuendo" that was put in his mouth and sprayed out with a hidden weapon actually existed!
When he was a child, he saw it in the story, and he had doubts countless times. He had this thing in his mouth and accidentally squirted it out when he was talking.
Now he finally has the answer - because people never speak!
Just when he was running the train with all his head full, he quietly jumped up from his arms, and sprayed several fine needles in his mouth. Taking advantage of Yang Ping's embarrassment to dodge, she rolled on the spot and picked up the dagger she had dropped. , paddled to Yang Ping's knee, Yang Ping, whose center of gravity was unstable, did not dodge...
No, he did not hide on purpose!
Yang Ping just raised his leg slightly, and the sharp dagger slammed into his calf. With a "dang bang", Yang Ping's legs didn't even bend—there was something in his trousers! The dagger tore the leg of his trousers, revealing a corner of the metal brace inside. It was this thing that stretched the trousers out of shape, making him look no different from ordinary people except that he was a little lame.
Yan Hao was stunned—then how thin are his legs? How does it bend
"Look, die!" Yang Ping slapped him quietly.
She quietly raised the dagger with one hand to block, and before she had time to raise her hand, the blade was pinched by the opponent's fingers. She heard the sound of Li Feng, and it was too late to let go and dodge, and Yang Ping kicked her lower abdomen.
Quietly, half of her body was so painful that she lost consciousness. This kick kicked her down from her half-kneeling position. Before she could recover, her throat was strangled by a hand.
Yang Ping lowered his voice and smiled sullenly: "I see you spray it again."
Yan Hao didn't bother to study what kind of freak Yang Ping was, he jumped up and ran into Yang Ping from behind.
Yang Ping didn't turn his head, he turned to the side with extreme precision, avoiding the front. This was like a millimeter-level operation. Yan Hao immediately felt that it was not good to push hard in any direction. Inexperienced, he stuck his shell subtly. Yang Ping took the quiet in his hand as a weapon, and took her and threw it towards Yan Hao.
Yan Hao threw the mouse, fearing that he would break it quietly, he hurriedly relaxed his muscles and was knocked back three steps in a row. Quietly, his face was congested, and his hands and feet seemed to have started to cramp.
Yan Hao took a deep breath, opened his throat and prepared to call, "Save—"
But before he could shout for help, he was hit with a sap in the back. The man in the suit who was being followed by them just now took advantage of his focus on the terrifying Yang Ping.
Yan Hao's eyes went black, he knelt down with a "pop", and almost cut off the chapter.
"Tangqianyan?" Yang Ping raised the corner of his mouth without smiling, "Oh, stupid big man, one generation is not as good as the next."
As he said, he looked at the quietness in his hand, where his consciousness had become blurred. He didn't know what to think of, and suddenly blue veins burst out on the back of his hand - the veins on people's hands are generally green, and some people with particularly white skin will turn blue, but Yang Ping's hands are violent The blue veins are a turbid purple.
Yan Hao desperately supported the darkened vision, trying to get up, but his limbs seemed to be disconnected from the center, and he just wouldn't obey.
quietly…
At this moment, a siren suddenly sounded, and the man in the suit who attacked Yan Hao was taken aback and let go of his stick. It poured into her quiet throat from the gap, and she coughed piercingly.
However, Yang Ping didn't panic - sirens are usually installed on police cars, but he didn't hear the sound of the car: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?!"
The answer to him was a stone, which flew out from a very tricky angle and slammed into his hand, which was grabbing quietly. Yang Ping ducked sideways. At the same time, something whistled in the direction of his dodging, and it happened to be in his pocket. On the other side of him - it was a men's coat, covering Yang Ping's body, as if he was covered with a big quilt in the air, covering him. Forcing him to let go, grabbed quietly.
Yang Ping angrily tore his coat off his body and saw Yu Lanchuan who was three steps away.
He has coveted 111 for a long time, and of course he recognized this "Little Master Yu".
Yang Ping: "You?"
"It's not pretending to be a ghost." Yu Lanchuan carefully put it quietly on the ground and put away the alarm that simulates the sound of a siren, "It's a rehearsal in advance, and the police say they will be here soon."
Yang Ping covered the arm he smashed with a stick, and suddenly sneered: "I've heard that the old Yu family has a strange flower... Ha! Yang Qing, Yang Qing, he raised his nose and raised his eyes at me back then, and his vision of the old man Gao, it's normal that he doesn't like me, I've been waiting to see what kind of successor he can find..."
Yu Lanchuan held the club he brought out with his eyes, and didn't feel ashamed to call the police: "You're welcome, I don't dare to act, at least he looks a little more human than you."
The smile on Yang Qing's face faded away.
"Little Master Yu," he said, gritted his teeth slightly, "you are so precious, you have bought 80 insurances all over your body, right? I advise you, stay away, don't turn around and splash blood on you, it's not good. wash."
Yu Lanchuan took off his glasses and put them beside him quietly, his eyes swept across the little girl's swollen old Gao's wrist: "Okay, thank you, I don't want to do it, so let's find a place to sit down and talk, please wait for the police. Come to mediate the grievance between the two of you. It just so happens that they are also looking for... "
Before he could finish his words, Yang Ping suddenly made a move, flicking a fan to Yu Lanchuan's ear, and at the same time, a gust of wind swept past, intending to escape.
Yu Lanchuan swung the golf club out of the Xiaoxiang Sword in a dashing manner, and blocked Yang Ping's way with a horizontal stroke. Yang Ping snorted softly, and his black-purple claws stretched out from under the club, hitting him like a poisonous branding iron. On Yu Lanchuan's chest, the club in Yu Lanchuan's hand spun flexibly, hooking and picking, rolling up Yang Ping's wrist.
Yang Ping didn't bother to dodge at all. Xi Lingling's wrist bones seemed to be made of iron, and the metal club made a loud noise. The two of them took it apart in a very small space. Yang Ping's hands were getting faster and faster, and it was almost empty. Ying, Yu Lanchuan and people have always believed that they were following the "technical flow", and this was the first time they were forced to be so left and right. What was even more terrifying was that the club collided with the hand, and the other party seemed to have no idea what pain was. But it was already starting to hurt, and he could only retreat subconsciously.
Yu Lanchuan's heel hit a hard object, and he has retreated to the corner—
"You and the police?" Yang Ping slapped him, Yu Lanchuan dodged sideways, clearly not touching, but his face and ears on that side were aching hot, like being slapped by a fan, and the brick wall stuck with cement was loosened. , The rustling dust flew up, Yu Lanchuan pushed the club forward, and a "sword" stabbed Yang Ping's abdomen, Yang Ping shrank suddenly, and grabbed the other end of the club, he said with a sneer, " Can you keep me?"
Yang Ping said, pressing the club down suddenly, Yu Lanchuan's wrist was pinned by the club, he did not compete with Yang Ping, he immediately let go, and swept the club at the moment when the club bounced. He was kicked into the sky and caught by someone.
The man answered, "Then who knows, maybe."
Gan Qing carried Yu Lanchuan's golf club and walked slowly from the other side of the alley. She wore a mask and a hood, like a dark cloud floating over.
A strange color finally appeared on Yang Ping's face: "Wei..."
"I admit the wrong person," Gan Qing walked over slowly, kicked Yan Hao who just got up, and handed the club and taxi ticket to Yu Lanchuan, "Leader, why are you running so fast, don't forget when you go back. Reimburse me—it’s okay if others admit their mistakes, how can you admit them, Elder Yang? Wei Xiao… Didn’t you kill them yourself?”
Yang Ping's subordinate in a suit and leather shoes saw that the situation was not good and ran away. While speaking, Yu Lanchuan took the club, Yan Hao picked up the club that nearly knocked him out, and Gan Qing hid his hands in the long sleeves of his coat— Three people happened to surround Yang Ping.
Yang Ping: "You are the one..."
"Hey, yes."
Gan Qing took off the sullen mask. The tip of her nose was a little red, and her face was covered with extremely delicate water vapor. Her lips seemed to have a little blood, but she didn't look pitiful. She clearly doesn't look like Wei Xiao, but her demeanor and demeanor made Yang Ping suddenly think of that nightmare-like competition—
The young Wei Xiao has a taciturn face, with a one-to-five, but the whole person is impeccable, his eyes are cold, always downcast, seemingly humble, but in fact he doesn't look at people very much.
Their painstaking efforts for many years seemed unreasonable in front of him, and Yang Ping's bluffing self-confidence also collapsed little by little under those eyes, and disappeared.
He hadn't been able to get out of this look for half his life, even when he killed Wei Xiao with his own hands, a shame and a nightmare at midnight, these eyes still followed him like a shadow.
"I learned a little bit of fur under Wanmuchun's sect. If I didn't learn it well, I was expelled from the sect." Gan Qing gently lifted the long sleeve of his left hand, revealing the snow-white blade on his fingertips, "It's a coincidence, I'm a little disabled, you We are also a little disabled, and neither of us is bullying anyone."