Seeing the man fall down, his body twitching and spitting out black blood, his lips and face quickly turning black and purple, the people around him exclaimed. !
"Ah! Murder! Murder..."
The people at the stalls screamed and moved away, and the seven or eight men who had crawled up from the ground turned pale with fear when they saw their eldest brother lying on the ground spitting out black blood.
The two braver ones came forward and helped him up: "Brother, brother!" They searched his body and shouted: "Where is the antidote? Where is the antidote? Where is it?"
"There's no antidote... Ahem, help me get revenge..." He said this and died without taking a breath. His eyes were wide open until he died.
“Brother!”
The two men who were supporting him were shouting, looking at Leng Hua in horror, dragging his body backwards, and saying, "You're dead! You're dead! You actually killed our eldest brother! You're dead!"
Feng Jiu and Leng Shuang stood aside, watching the people at the stalls around them retreat and look at Leng Hua with regret. Suddenly, an idea came to them, and they walked over to an old woman and asked, "Old lady, who is the dead person?"
The old woman saw Feng Jiu was so beautiful in her red dress and spoke in a gentle and kind tone, so she whispered, "He is the local tyrant in this city. He relies on his brother-in-law being the city lord, so he has been collecting protection fees in the city."
Then the old woman said, "Madam, please leave quickly! If the city lord comes, you won't be able to leave."
These three people have outstanding looks and outstanding temperaments. The three of them are walking here together, and people on the street are looking at them! Of course, they know that they are together. Now that the man has killed the local tyrant, I am afraid he will get into trouble.
Hearing this, Fengjiu smiled slightly: "Thank you, but it's okay."
It really doesn't matter, not to mention that he is just a relative of the city lord. Even if the city lord is here, it doesn't matter if he is killed.
They are strong, but they are never the kind of people who bully the weak. But now that you have fallen into their hands, you can't blame others.
Because someone was killed here, the city guards came here quickly. A group of more than 20 people quickly surrounded the area. When the leading man saw the dead man, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately looked around and shouted, "Who killed him!"
"Captain of the guards, he was the one who killed the man. He was the one who killed my elder brother!" said the two men who were holding the corpse, pointing at Leng Hua who was standing there without leaving.
"Catch him!" The guard waved his hand and shouted.
When the guards were about to move forward, a gentle voice came out slowly: "Why are you arresting people?"
Feng Jiu glanced at the guard captain, then walked over slowly to Leng Hua's side and looked at them: "Are you trying to arrest someone without knowing the truth? On what basis?"
“Who are you!” the guard leader shouted. When he saw Feng Jiu’s face, a look of amazement flashed across his eyes, and his tone slowed down a bit: “It’s none of your business, so don’t get involved. Go away!”
"He's my man."
Feng Jiu spoke calmly, her eyes falling on the corpse on the ground, and said, "This man deserved to die. He used the hidden weapon himself and he also poisoned him. Now that he is dead, who can he blame?"