Beiyin Great Sage

Pedestrians on the street are in a hurry, not daring to wait and see.

"Director Zhou!"

San Niang greeted her with pear blossoms on her face and her eyes were red:

"You're here too."

"En." Zhou Jia nodded, followed her into the narrow alley, and asked at the same time:

"Have you found anything?"

"Not yet." Sanniang shook her head, her voice trembling:

"The deputy gang leader brought Wu Zuo over for an autopsy, and the results should come soon."

Zhou Jia nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

It was rumored that Sanniang was a concubine of Director Miao, and she had a deep relationship. Now it seems that the rumors may be true, and the other party is really sad.

The alleyway is narrow and dark, and in the evening, you can't see your fingers, and the smell of rotting vegetable leaves and muddy sewage is even more overwhelming.

end of the lane.

A group of people surrounded a certain corner.

Among them were many familiar faces, including Yuan Xisheng and Elder Chen, and the most conspicuous one was a strong man in a purple cloak.

The strong man had white temples and wrinkles around his eyes, obviously no longer young.

The power on his body was like a mountain, and he obviously didn't say a word, but it gave people a heavy pressure, making people breathless.

Her appearance was plain, except for a pair of eyes, which revealed a sinister and vicious side.

Qiu Bowei, deputy head of Tianhu Gang!

He is also Lei Batian's sworn brother, a master of the black iron mid-stage, with a pair of black iron heavy maces, he helped Lei Batian lay down today's foundation.

Zhou Jia stepped forward, bowed and said:

"Deputy leader!"

"Yeah." Qiu Bowei remained expressionless:

"What do you think?"

Zhou Jia turned his head sideways and looked towards the field.

This is a culvert connected to the waterway in the city. Due to lack of care, various rotten things and black silt are piled up.

And this time.

A dead body was lying in it, being carefully searched by two foremen.

The corpse was short and stocky, with a beard and a familiar appearance. It was Miao Kun, one of the six guardians of the Tianhu Gang.

At this time, Miao Kun was no longer as bold as before, his limbs were limp on the ground, and a big hole was opened in his chest, which was full of filth.

"Fist?"

Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes:

"It's a bit like the Qian family's iron fist."

Miao Kun was able to sit firmly in the position of the guardian of the Tianhu Gang, so his strength was naturally not weak. Although he had no hope of black iron, he was a top tenth rank strongman.

And the striker seemed to have pierced his flesh with just one move.

Black iron!

I am afraid that only black iron masters can achieve this level.

The strength of the fist did not dissipate, only one point was hit, there was a big hole in the heart, but other places outside the heart were not damaged at all.

There are not many boxing techniques that can cause such injuries, and the Qian Family Iron Line Fist is one of them.

"but……"

Zhou Jia opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Qiu Bowei:

"It's the Iron Wire Fist of the Qian Family!"

Zhou Jia's eyes moved slightly, and he stopped talking.

Just looking at the wound, it really looks like the Qian family's iron fist, but there are subtleties. No one can be sure whether it is true or not.

And to be honest.

The Qian family had no reason to attack Miao Kun.

After all, it took so much painstaking effort to settle the gambling house. If this time of revenge on Miao Kun, isn't the previous work all in vain?

But since Qiu Bowei said so, he must do it.

It's not clear why the Tianhu Gang's guardians can't die, someone must take responsibility, and now the Qian family is undoubtedly the best candidate.

"Did Miao Kun look for you in the past few days?"

"No."

Zhou Jia shook his head:

"I have been cultivating in my residence, and have never gone out, but there are news from the casino from time to time."

"Hmph!" Qiu Bowei snorted coldly:

"You are at ease!"

He didn't like Zhou Jia very much, and he didn't hide his dislike.

Deacon Zou, who was in charge of the gambling house in Xicheng back then, was one of his people, and he paid a lot of filial piety every month, but he was beaten and killed by Zhou Jia on the spot.

If it weren't for Zhou Jia's background, and since then he has been doing things honestly, he would have exploded long ago.

Not only Zhou Jia.

He inexplicably dislikes Yuan Xisheng, Shan Muhua, and even people from Mrs. Xing's and Lei Qiu's lineage, and feels conflicted in his heart.

"This matter was caused by the gambling house, and you are responsible."

Looking at Zhou Jia, Qiu Bowei said coldly:

"Those who keep an eye on the Qian family, don't let anyone from the Qian family go out of the city recently, if anyone dares to refuse to accept, just shoot and kill!"

"Elder Chen, please look at that old guy from the Qian family."

"Yes."

Zhou Jia should be.

Elder Chen also nodded in response.

Everyone in the venue understood that no matter whether it was done by the Qian family or not, the Qian family might be doomed!

……

……

……

The sun is in full swing.

The scorching sun did not bring warmth to people, but everyone in the Qian Mansion only felt a chill in their hearts.

Outside the gate.

The members of the Tianhu gang blatantly blocked the street, and expelled everyone by searching the name of the murderer.

The huge long street is empty.

Qian Mansion seemed to be isolated, isolated from the outside world, and everyone inside was in a state of panic.

Old Mrs. Qian is already eighty-nine, even though he is a master of black iron, he is far more energetic than ordinary people, and he is still at the end of his life.

Under the white hair, there are age spots and wrinkles all over the face, and a pair of once majestic eyes have become cloudy.

"Cough cough..."

After coughing a few times, he spoke slowly:

"How to say?"

"We are negotiating." As the head of the Qian family and the fourth son of the old man, Qian Wen took over the family affairs as early as more than ten years ago.

But for many years, they have never encountered such a dangerous moment involving the survival of the family.

His face turned pale.

"We killed Miao Kun when the Tianhu gang killed them. The city lord hasn't replied yet. Chairman Zhao only said that we can rest assured and wait for news."

"Anxin?" Old Master Qian raised his head, his voice was slow, with a sense of seeing through the vicissitudes of the world:

"It seems that they don't intend to continue to contribute."

"Ah……"

"I'm still old after all. If I'm a few years younger, how dare they fight to the death and bully our Qian family without anyone?"

"Pfft!"

Qian Wen knelt on his knees, kowtowed heavily, and wept bitterly:

"It's the children who are incompetent!"

"Get up." Mr. Qian shook his head:

"Who can guarantee that the family will produce black iron from generation to generation? Here, there is no family with a thousand years, and the Tianhu Gang is only a few decades old."

"Winners and losers, the strong are respected, it has always been like this, with the way the Black Tiger Gang is doing today, it will definitely end badly!"

Having said that, no one will be reconciled when it falls on their own head.

"The city lord is cowardly and not worth relying on."

After thinking about it, Mr. Qian said:

"After all, our Qian family has contributed a lot to the Aristocratic Family Alliance. The Zhao family will not ignore it, otherwise it will make others feel cold."

"You continue to contact, no matter how much it costs, let him drag the Tianhu Gang."

"Yes!"

Qian Wenying is:

"But Dad, I'm afraid the Tianhu Gang won't give up so easily."

Even if they escaped unharmed this time, the family would be completely wiped out. The old man would not have many days to live, when the time comes...

The Qian family is a piece of fat in the eyes of others, and sooner or later they will be shared and eaten.

"rest assured."

Mr. Qian lowered his eyebrows:

"Shicheng is not the only one of Tianhu Gang."

Qian Wen raised his head, as if thinking of something, his eyes flickered back and forth.

……

night.

There was no moon, no stars, nothing but darkness.

In a relatively remote house somewhere in the south of the city, a study room was dimly lit.

Mr. Qian, who was still sitting in the Qian Mansion during the day, had already appeared in the house this time.

"Senior beat Qin!"

Qin Wuying from Tianshui Village stretched out his hand to support Mr. Qian, and sighed repeatedly:

"When you were famous all over the world, Qin was still a nobody. At that time, if you wanted to climb high, you couldn't get high."

"Now, how did it end up in such a situation?"

As he spoke, he shook his head again and again, with a look of emotion on his face.

"Master Qin, I don't treat you as an outsider, so I'll just say it straight." Old Master Qian's voice was dull: