The indifferent young man of unknown origin, coupled with the four light-hearted words "my young master", were not enough to scare off Master Ma Sanye, a veteran of the South City Military Department. However, when he saw the crowd making way not far behind Ah Liu, and a handsome, elegant and outstanding young man came out leisurely, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.
He had never seen him, but he knew that the future son-in-law of the Duke of Zhao, Zhang Shou, a doctor of the Imperial College, was a handsome man who was hard to find even with a lantern! Moreover, he had heard before that these idiots who were looking for someone to attack today happened to run into Zhang Shou, and in a moment of greed, they started to use the old routine of catching runaway slaves, and thus kicked the iron plate.
How could he not know who that was now
Master Ma San really wanted to argue with reason, however, when he saw the killer rolling on the ground and wailing with his hands covered, and the unnatural bend in the opponent's wrist, and realized that in just a moment of sudden attack, the indifferent young man seemed to have broken the man's wrist, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling, and the desire to resist was almost dispelled.
He managed to force a smile and tried to explain that he was not encouraging revenge, but he did not expect Ah Liu to suddenly walk up to the guy who was screaming and grab him by the neck. He heard the ugly scream suddenly stop, and was replaced by a sound like a dying person's gasp. He could not even sit still on the horse.
After a moment, he saw Ah Liu's hand suddenly loosen, and then he asked calmly: "Tell me, who ordered you to kill and silence the witnesses? Who are the people behind these flower-shooting gangs?"
At this moment, Master Ma was so shocked that he was numb. This was an interrogation in the street... No, forced confession in the street? How dare this kid, how could he be so unscrupulous? Could it be that Zhang Shou's imperial chef selection competition was fake, and he really wanted to wipe out certain forces in South City? He was so confused that he hadn't figured out a clue, and then he heard another scream.
"Want to be a hero? Well, I'll help you."
He shuddered and looked carefully, only to see that Ah Liu expressionlessly twisted the man's already broken hand again in an arc, just like twisting a twist. Even though he was used to seeing cruel people, and his soldiers also treated prisoners with extremely brutal methods, but no one was so arrogant in public, so he couldn't help but gasp.
The guy who was beaten by Ah Liu again couldn't even shout, because his mouth was stuffed tightly with the sweat towel that was originally wrapped around his waist. He was sweating in pain, but he couldn't even shout. He watched in horror as his hand was gradually deformed by the other party's hand, but he couldn't even faint, and gradually he was on the verge of collapse.
Finally, Ah Liu let go again and pulled out the saliva-stained towel with one hand. Seeing that the man was shaking like a sieve, he asked again: "I'll ask you again, who ordered you to kill and silence people? Who are the people behind these flower-shooting gangs? If you don't tell me, then you don't have to tell me in your life."
The killer, sweating profusely, immediately lost his guard. He cried out in a hoarse voice, "It's Fourth Master Wang! It's the famous Fourth Master Wang in South City!"