"Who?"
Hu Zi's eyes showed panic, struggling desperately:
"Hero, spare my life, I am just... a re refugee, with elders above and children below, possessing no wealth, I don't know how I offended you?"
"Heh..." A light chuckle ca from the dark corner. Fang Zheng heard this:
"You don't recognize ?"
"No... I don't recognize you." Hu Zi looked baffled:
"Hero, have we t before?"
"Don't recognize , yet you circled around my back door so many tis?" Fang Zheng shook his head, lightly touching the opponent's chest:
"Don't recognize , then why is your heartbeat so fast?"
His movents were gentle, but to the other person, the light tap felt like a heavy hamr coming down, making it hard to breathe.
It seed that with a little more force, his heart could be crushed.
"No." Hu Zi gasped heavily, hastily said:
"This is a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding?" Fang Zheng shook his head, lightly brushing the opponent's arm, the giant power of the Three Blood Martial Artist exploded.
"Crack!"
"Snap..."
The sound of bone breaking rang out.
"Ah!"
Hu Zi scread to the sky, his voice shaking the surroundings, veins bulging on his neck, the pain of broken bones making his body convulse, cold sweat pouring down.
"Speak."
Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged, speaking slowly:
"Who are you? Why are you monitoring the Fang Mansion?"
"This ti, it's just your arm that's broken; if you're not honest... Fang has more ways to deal with you slowly."
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Cold sweat dripped from Hu Zi's forehead, he gritted his teeth and said:
"I am a follower of the White Lotus Sect, ordered to investigate the situation on this street, everything I'm saying is true, Hero... Young Master Fang, spare my life!"
"White Lotus Sect follower?" Fang Zheng squinted:
"You have no plans of sparing this street?"
"Of course." Hu Zi nodded:
"The Incense Master wants a human sacrifice, the number of people killed must not only be enough but also strong, the hospital guard martial artists on this street fit the requirents."
"Human sacrifice?" Fang Zheng asked:
"What's that an?"
"I don't know, I really don't know." Hu Zi said urgently:
"I only heard it from others."
"I see..." Fang Zheng understood, and suddenly said:
"Recite the first three paragraphs of the 'Scripture of the Birth of the Ming Kings'."
"Ah?"
Hu Zi was taken aback.
"Can't?" Fang Zheng shrugged:
"Seems you're not a follower of the White Lotus Sect."
"..." Hu Zi's expression changed, suddenly roaring in anger:
"Go to hell!"
He brought his knee up, breaking his pants, revealing a flash of cold light, it was a hidden weapon, bursting out at such close range.
Even a martial artist would be caught off guard if not careful.
"Ding..."
The blade tore through the clothes, hitting a piece of soft armor, Fang Zheng didn't move, causing Hu Zi's expression to freeze, his eyes filled with terror and despair.
"Spare !"
"Snap..."
Fang Zheng reached out, crushing his throat.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, he pondered:
"Just a lookout, no need to waste 'Truth Serum' setting up a Magic Altar, but... who sent you?"
......
In Gu'an County right now, one more dead person is nothing unusual.
Every day,
Soone dies.
At so unknown ti, the body on the ground had grown cold and had not been attended to until a figure appeared beside the body.
He lowered his head, looking at Er Gou, sighed lightly, reached out to close Hu Zi's angry eyes, then glanced around before quietly leaving.
Soon after.
He arrived at a four-section courtyard, knocked on the door, and entered.
Before last night, this was still the 'Zhang Mansion', but overnight, the Zhang Mansion had changed owners, seized by people from the Beggar Gang.
The surviving won from the original Zhang Mansion were also 'saved' by the Beggar Gang.
The courtyard was brightly lit, the aroma of wine and at wafted in the air, laughter was incessant, with occasional screams from won and shouts from n.
Gao Ma, hunched over, went straight to the main room of the backyard.
"Master Jiao."
"Madam Qi."
He bowed to the two people in the hall, reported:
"Hu Zi is dead."
"Oh!" Master Jiao held a chicken leg in one hand, a jug of wine in the other, continuing to eat undisturbed, speaking only after taking a bite of chicken:
"How did he die?"
"Throat crushed." Gao Ma lowered his head:
"It's still unknown who did it."
"Hall Master."
"What if that guy surnad Fang finds out we are watching him?"
"What if he finds out?" Master Jiao chuckled:
"A monk can run, but the temple cannot. The Fang Mansion is right there, where can he go?"
"The Hall Master is right." Madam Qi, who was clad only in a thin veil, giggled, her voluptuous body creating srizing ripples:
"I've heard, the Fang Mansion is very wealthy?"
"Indeed." Master Jiao squinted:
"Fang Zheng runs two ceramics shops in the city. They seem unremarkable but actually rake in gold daily. He is a low-key rich man."
"Today, Huo the Third's people also said, the Fang Mansion has a room specifically for storing all kinds of jade and antiques, piled up like mountains, all of great value."
"Furthermore..."
"He also keeps beauties in a hidden house, raising two charming and captivating won."
"Oh!" Madam Qi raised an eyebrow:
"How beautiful are they?"
Won are always interested in others' appearances, especially a woman already full of allure herself.
"I don't know."
Master Jiao shook his head:
"But they should be very beautiful. Er Gou, who had his eyes slashed, even said that seeing the beauty is worth being blind afterwards."
"Heh..."
"He should say that to the beauty's face."
"Really?" Madam Qi frowned, looking displeased:
"I want to see how beautiful those beauties really are?"
"Hall Master."
"When shall we take action?"
She was starting to grow impatient.
"In the next couple of days." Master Jiao said:
"The White Lotus Sect should also take full action. By then, there will definitely be chaos in the city, no one will be able to care. One Fang Mansion being destroyed won't matter to anyone."
"Yes."
Madam Qi giggled:
"Let take care of those two beauties first, after training them well, I promise the Hall Master will be satisfied."
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