The devil is weak and frail

Chapter 64 The Delicate and Weak Little Cook × Double-Faced Hero (10)

Zhiheng wants to solve this matter gently, and Zhiheng is willing to spend some money to solve this matter.

Unexpectedly, those people in front of him were all greedy people. One of the beggars came forward with a stick, pushed Zhiheng who was standing aside, and collected all the broken silver he put on the table.

Zhiheng was pushed unexpectedly, and staggered back two steps. After Zhiheng stood still, he didn't care, and still smiled politely. I will bid farewell first."

The beggar A who pushed Zhiheng suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Zhiheng, with endless greed in his eyes, he looked at Zhiheng's whole body inch by inch, as if he wanted to know how much money was hidden all over his body.

Beggar A: "Wait."

Beggar B came out from the crowd, pointed at Zhiheng, and said loudly: "I saw with my own eyes that he gave an ingot of gold to that woman, but the woman didn't want it, so he took it back."

Beggar A stared at Zhiheng and shouted arrogantly: "Where is the gold?"

Beggar B pointed to Zhiheng and said, "The gold is in his arms, wrapped in a dark blue handkerchief."

Under the moonlight, Zhiheng gradually saw Beggar B's face clearly, and he was quite familiar with him a few times.

Last winter was very cold, with heavy snowfall and icy roads. When Zhiheng closed the door, he saw a beggar curled up on the ground and shivering.

Just when the beggar was about to freeze to death, it was Zhiheng who gave him a mat and two quilts from the medical clinic, so that he survived the cold winter.

At the beginning of this year, the beggar walked into Zhiheng's clinic with a pale face, and Zhiheng was treating him again, and he hadn't received any money yet.

When Zhiheng watched the person he had helped plot against him for money, Zhiheng felt extremely chilled.

Zhiheng smiled coldly, and looked at Beggar B coldly, "Your eyes are really nice, but your heart is dark."

When beggar B faced Zhiheng, he didn't show any guilt at all, only had the same eyes as those beggars, the look that wanted to dig up Zhiheng's meat and sell it.

Beggar A cursed impatiently: "What annoys you self-righteous stinky scholars the most, thinking that knowing a few words will make you superior?"

"Hurry up and hand over the gold, or don't blame us for being cruel."

While beggar A was talking, he actually wanted to put the dirty stick in his hand on Zhiheng's neck.

The next moment, Zhiheng's eyes changed significantly. His eyes froze, and he kicked Beggar A several meters away with his feet.

"roll."

"Let's go together." The beggars.

Zhiheng underestimated the temptation of money, seeing no one left, Zhiheng put one hand behind his back, took out a mask from his bosom with the other hand, and put it on calmly.

Ghost mask!
There was no sound for a moment, as if he had returned to the situation where Zhiheng was standing alone in front of the ruined temple just now.

The beggars swallowed their saliva, and their momentum weakened instantly. It was completely two extremes from the arrogance just now.

The beggars clenched the only weapon in their hands, and their hearts became nervous.

A ghost mask, a god-like existence, no one knows who he is, but everyone knows his record. He once snatched three carts of stolen money from hundreds of bandits with his own power.

Beggar B was so frightened that he couldn't help taking several steps back: "Ghost mask, is it a ghost mask?"

The ghost mask turned out to be Doctor Zhiheng!

(End of this chapter)