Fu Huang: Husband, here is a ginseng

"No news yet. Maybe Long Er hasn't returned to Liangzhou yet, or maybe he's on his way."

When Zhuang Die talked about her grandson, she was also a little worried.

After such a long time, it is impossible that he didn't escort the convoy back.

Given his personality, knowing that his family had come to Taizhou, there was no way he wouldn't take leave to come and visit them.

"Forget about the lack of news. The clinic will open tomorrow, so there will be no time to buy people. You will move to the courtyard in the east of the city tomorrow. Try not to go out alone. The day after tomorrow, I will ask Qinglong to buy three people who know Kung Fu to protect you. Then I can rest assured.

Besides, the Huo family wants to sell soap, which will block a lot of people's money. They also need protection. When the time comes, we will buy them three people who know Kung Fu to protect them."

Thinking about the clinic opening tomorrow, Qinglong probably won’t have time to buy anyone because he doesn’t know how long it will be busy.

"Okay, we will follow your arrangements and live in the courtyard in the east of the city tomorrow."

Thinking about his family's safety, Sun Fusheng agreed to live in his niece's yard.

My mother is old and can’t stand the hard work or being frightened.

"Alright, you and Mo Feng need to be alert at night. Don't let anyone take advantage of the opportunity to sneak into the restaurant and do bad things."

Zhuang Die worriedly warned Sun Fusheng.

"Mom, don't worry, I will be careful. You should also be careful when you go back."

Sun Fusheng comforted Zhuang Die and was concerned about his mother's safety.

"Okay, grandma, aunt, second uncle, second aunt, let's go back."

Seeing that it was getting dark outside, it was time to go back.

So, Zhuang Die, Zhou Yuyi, Shui Linglong, Bai Ruojun and Gao Zhijun took one carriage, and Sun Fushou and Qian Xiaocui took another carriage.

The carriage drove out of the city and headed towards Huojia Village. When it passed under a deep mountain, Qinglong suddenly grabbed the horse and stopped.

"Miss, there is an ambush here, please be careful."

"Oh, I see. You should be careful too."

In fact, Gao Zhijun also knew that there was an ambush here, and her breathing was very loud. Her martial arts skills were not very high, otherwise she would not have heard such rapid breathing.

There are quite a lot of them, about a dozen or twenty killers, but I don’t know where they are from.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss. I will be careful."

After Qinglong finished speaking, he shouted towards the ambush site: "That friend from the underworld, why don't you show up? Do you want to be a coward?"

"Kid, you often have to pay the price for speaking out of turn."

After saying that, a man in black flew down from the deep mountains. He was about thirty years old, with a wretched look on his face. Looking at him made people feel sick, no, it was scary.

After the wretched man appeared, one, two, three, four... nineteen people walked out from the hiding place.

Gao Zhijun was counting the number of people in black outside the car window.

Judging from the way they walk, they have no inner strength and are just minions. No, that's wrong. I don't have inner strength either, but I'm much more powerful than these people. So I can't say that those who don't have inner strength are minions. Isn't that humiliating myself?

Knowing that these people posed no danger, Gao Zhijun helped her grandmother get off the carriage, and let her aunt and two cousins ​​get off. Everyone stayed in the carriage safely in the open space.

Sun Fushou, who was in another carriage, saw his mother getting off the carriage. He got off the carriage and helped his wife down, and came to Zhuang Die to protect the elderly, the weak, women and children.

"I wonder what kind of gang you are from? Why are you trying to kill my master here?"

Qinglong performed the chivalrous salute to the man before asking him questions.

Be polite before using force, this is the highest etiquette in the underworld.

"I will never change my name. I am the leader of the Cruel Gang, specializing in murder and robbery."

The leader of the Cruel Gang said arrogantly.

In Taizhou, whenever people heard the name of his gang, they would be scared to death and kneel down to beg for mercy.

The leader of the Cruel Gang looked at the people in front of him arrogantly, waiting for them to make a fool of themselves and crawl over to beg him to let them go.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, he did not see that scene. Instead, he saw the man who had been talking to him with a look of contempt on his face, and the other two women also had looks of contempt and sneers on their faces. He even felt that they were watching a show.

Is he crazy? Why does that little girl have that expression?

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it."

It turned out that they were just some second-rate gangs, and they still wanted to be arrogant in front of him, the second largest killer camp in Daliang. Who gave them the courage and confidence?

The cruel gang leader who originally wanted to satisfy his vanity now had a face as ugly as a cracked tortoise shell.

"What did you say? I haven't heard of it.

I am the tyrant of Taizhou, yet you said you have never heard of it. I will let you experience what it means to look down on others with a dog's eye."

I really can’t stand the fact that they look down on the Cruel Gang.

The people in Taizhou fear him the most.

There are more than a hundred people in the gang, and he has seven concubines, with them by his side, enjoying music and dancing every night.

If Ning Dongjia had not found him and given him 10,000 taels to kill more than a dozen people and steal their prescription, he would not have brought people here to ambush and kill him.

However, speaking of women, the youngest one looks really good, with fair, tender and smooth skin, which must feel good to touch.

He was determined to marry that girl to be his eighth concubine, and he wanted to get drunk in her arms every night.

Gao Zhijun felt frightened by the look of the wretched man, her stomach churning and she felt like vomiting.

His eyes were so scary and disgusting that they instantly cast a shadow on her heart. She was even afraid that she might suffer from misogyny.

No, after I go back, I must look more at Huo Jinqian, or look more at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, to refresh my eyes.

It’s better to look at Qinglong more often now, which can make your stomach feel less uncomfortable.