The night breeze whistled in his ears, and the cool moonlight was sprinkled like in the past, falling on the face of Yang Wei, who had picked up a small life, although the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a faint smile, but no one saw the hideousness hidden in the smile.

Yang Wei held a sword in both hands, running like a fly on the street, and the more he walked, the smoother he became. The flames of revenge burned in his chest, and the tense nerves were burning all the time, and they were repeatedly tortured and even destroyed.

"If you don't kill Hong Xing tonight, I swear not to be a man!"

Jiang Shen, a fisherman in the grass market in the north of the city, is said to live in the mansion near the water in Keqiao, if his only son did not die of the plague, he would not have accepted his brother's son Hong Xing as the son of the moth, and he has been raised under his knees.

It's a pity that Hong Xing is also a person with no prospects, Jiang Shen has the heart to promote him, but he can't change the character of the street gangsters, and he can't become a big tool if he can't get on the stage.

After a long time, even Jiang Shen was disheartened and decided to let it go. However, in this way, he also let go of his worries and was ready to entrust the great cause outside to Hong Xing, hiding behind the scenes, and being able to command remotely anytime and anywhere.

The heir with mediocre qualifications has no blood relationship, although there is a bit of affection, when he wants to borrow someone's head, the value of Hongxing can be reflected.

It's a pity that Hong Xing is just doing things outside, and he should never provoke people who can't afford to offend, so that people sit at home, and disaster comes from heaven.

Originally, the killing star of his fate had already been revealed, Yang Wei not only escaped death, but also had to be favored by the emperor doppelganger who turned into the common people, and infused a superior swordsmanship and the Dao technique of the heavens and the earth, and full of revenge, decided to use the head of the Jiang family to intimidate the underworld.

Since the rich businessmen moved away one after another, the brothers on the road, the heroes with their hands and eyes to the sky, took the opportunity to occupy the vacant residences.

On weekdays, members of different gangs fight and kill, and when they return to Keqiao at night, they can sit down calmly, drink wine in a big bowl, eat meat, and be very lively.

The small river that surrounds the house, the flowing water is murmuring as in the past, the brightly lit house, the sprinkled firelight is reflected on the river, like the galaxy in the night sky, reflecting each other, but it is also a conspicuous scenery.

Yang Wei knew that he could sneak in and kill the enemy Hong Xing and even Jiang Shen's family, but it was too aggrieved to do so, and he couldn't make a name for himself as soon as possible, let alone Megatron.

Therefore, he calmly slowed down and walked forward with his sword in both hands, his two injured legs could not use his strength, and he seemed a little cumbersome to drag behind him, which immediately attracted the attention of the vigilant gang brothers.

When they found a fresh face, they immediately became a little alert, but some people saw Yang Wei's legs, sneered in their mouths, and looked down on the disabled from the bottom of their hearts.

There was a little gangster who drank too much Huadiao and had an alcoholic brain, and he was ready to brush a wave of presence on Yang Wei in front of everyone, so he used his drunkenness to play the prestige of the brothers on the road.

First, he imitated Yang Wei's walking posture, dragged his disabled legs, and deliberately mocked and provoked. As a result, Yang Wei didn't squint and didn't pay attention to this fool at all, which made this little gangster's behavior very ridiculous, and fell into the eyes of his fellow people who were eating and drinking nearby, which immediately caused a wider range of laughter.

When the thugs heard the laughter, they suddenly became angry, grabbed the placket of their clothes with both hands, and tore them open with a loud bang, revealing the demon tattoo on his chest and the picture of the hellish beings on his arm.

Yang Wei glanced at it, a little surprised, and said to himself: "Flower arms! Believing in Sanskrit, I can't bear it anymore. ”

Because the thugs were the closest, others couldn't hear them, but he heard them clearly, and he couldn't help but show the short sword he carried with him, and the sharp weapons that were sharp on both sides slashed at the disabled person in front of him.

Yang Wei did not have the same knowledge as him, moved left and right to retreat, and did not fight back. Who knew that in this way, the little gangsters failed to shoot one after another, causing the brothers on the road who were watching the battle around to laugh louder, and suddenly anger rose from their hearts, and evil was born to the side of their hearts.

He deliberately sold a flaw, causing the opponent to step into the trap, and then the sword in his right hand was changed to his left hand, and he slashed Yang Wei with a sword.

There was a "crackle", although Yang Wei reacted in time, his head tilted back, and his forehead couldn't help but shook. The wound burst and blood splattered, blurring his eyes, and at the same time, Yang Wei felt the breath of death again.

Just when the little gangster was even more excited when he saw blood, Yang Wei supported his body with a sword with one hand, and his right hand attacked as fast as lightning, hitting the enemy's left wrist, and the blood-stained short sword suddenly fell to the ground in response.

Yang Wei saw that the little gangster had lost his weapon, his martial arts were commonplace, and he was not his opponent at all, so he turned around and left on his own.

Unexpectedly, the brothers on the surrounding roads made a loud noise, which made the little gangsters who felt that they had lost face feel more and more embarrassed, so they simply lowered their hearts, leaned down and picked up the short sword, and stabbed Yang Wei in the back with a sharp weapon.

Sharp-eyed people look at the castration, and they all know that the fresh faces who have just come to Keqiao may not be able to get out. When everyone was sighing, the disabled man who had broken his legs, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, turned sideways in advance to avoid it, easily defusing the fatal crisis, and at the same time unhurriedly took out his sword and stabbed it right into the chest of the thug.

The little gangster who made a name for himself in the Keqiao area looked down at the sharp sword that pierced his chest, and wanted to say something as his last words, but unfortunately his throat was blocked by the blood that came up, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

The ruffians and hooligans who have dealings with him on weekdays have not let out a single fart. When he is still alive, he may help out, and when he dies, there is nothing left, which is the so-called Jianghu morality.

As for the gang leader, they are all top human spirits, and the poison of their eyesight far exceeds that of their peers, seeing that Yang Wei is immature, but he has good swordsmanship, and he doesn't want to be nosy, so he tacitly stretched out his hand and held down his brothers.

However, there are living faces who kill people on the street in Keqiao, but the real boss can't hold back, this move is simply a slap in the face, cherishing feathers is more than interests, and with a slight movement of expression on his face, there are capable generals or dog-headed military divisions and other dog-legged people under his command who come forward and shout at Yang Wei to kill.

The noise here roared like thunder, and suddenly attracted Wang Xu, the "town street tiger" who patrolled the streets, followed by a team of twelve fast steps, and walked into Keqiao with a calm face.

The brothers on the road were arrogant and unreasonable, and when they saw the clothes and heads in the yamen, they were like mice seeing cats, and they all became well-behaved, as if they were all honest people.

As Tiger Wang Xu of the town street moved forward, the noisy sound quickly fell, and the gang members who were still beating and killing just now obediently closed their mouths.

The big guy sitting in the elegant seat of the restaurant immediately changed his strategy, raised his chin and signaled slightly, and a bold and careful person stepped forward and issued a prime minister's notice.

"Lord Head Catcher, there are ocean thieves killing people on the street, do you care?"