noffsinger Chapter 615 Send the Third
Chapter 615 Send the Third
Chapter 615 Sending the Third
Shanzi stammered, "He's dead... He's really dead... Fatty is dead!"
Brother Liang was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "What do you mean?
You mean if he falls, he'll die?"
Shanzi shook his head: "He didn't fall to death. Come and see... He was murdered!"
Was killed?
Brother Liang was shocked and strode towards the place where the fat man fell.
When I got there, I saw the fat man lying in a pool of water.
There wasn't much water, just a thin layer on the ground, about a meter wide. The fat man lay in the water.
The most eye-catching thing is the water near the fat man's neck, which is blood red.
And blood was still oozing out of the fat man's neck.
Brother Liang was shocked: "He was murdered!"
Shanzi nodded: "Slash the throat with a knife, there is no chance of rescue."
Brother Liang looked around and asked, "Who did it? Did you see it?"
Shanzi shook his head: "It was a chaotic scene at the time. I saw the fat man fall down, and then it became like this."
Brother Liang turned to look at Ye Changqing and saw Ye Changqing sitting there, looking at him leisurely.
He frowned and said, "It shouldn't be his method."
Shanzi said with great certainty, "It's definitely not him. If it was his method, he would definitely not be so indifferent.
I guess... maybe the fat guy offended someone."
Brother Liang's face was gloomy. He turned to look at the old lady who was buying ginger, but she had disappeared long ago.
He couldn't help cursing: "You bastard, you offended people and delayed my work.
Now he wants me to clean up his mess."
Shanzi sighed and didn't dare to say anything more. The brothers who risked their lives together with him died and were still said so by the boss.
He felt a sense of grief for the loss of a rabbit.
Brother Liang pondered for a moment and said, "Call his family and ask them to call the police.
Our people are not suitable to call the police, and no one is allowed to say anything about having any contact with us this morning."
After saying this, he felt that it was inappropriate and would be discussed by his subordinates. He added: "Send someone to her house tonight to send some money over. Fight with me, no matter what personal grudge he died for.
I will take good care of his wife and children."
Shanzi's expression improved slightly: "Brother Liang is a man of honor. It is a blessing for Fatty to be able to follow Brother Liang.
But what should I do next?"
Brother Liang turned around and walked back, away from the fat man's body.
He returned to his previous position, staring at Ye Changqing's stall with a changeable expression on his face.
Shanzi followed carefully behind him: "Brother Liang, what should we do if someone continues to buy his vegetables?
Do you still want to take action?"
A fierce light flashed in Brother Liang’s eyes: “Take action, continue to send brothers to take action.
I want everyone to know what I say, every spit counts.
Anyone who dares to challenge me will be doomed!"
The sun continued to climb upwards and had reached the treetops.
The warmth of the sun drove away the coolness of the morning.
In the market, more and more people come to buy vegetables.
An old man with white stubble, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, gray cotton pants, and slippers.
Pushing a wheelchair and wandering around the vegetable market.
An old lady with silver hair was sitting in a wheelchair.
The old man bought some zucchini and tomatoes, then pushed the old lady to Ye Changqing. The old man stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The old lady in the wheelchair spoke up: "Young man, your fresh ginger looks good. How much is it?"
Ye Changqing quoted the price in a calm tone: "Three dollars."
Just now, his killer protected the old lady and attacked directly before the fat man made a move. He now has confidence in those five people.
So the answer is very direct.
Three yuan?
The old lady turned around and said to the old man, "This is cheap. Buy two pounds of fresh ginger and go home to pickle it."
The old man responded and bent down to pick the ginger.
Ye Changqing kept his eyes on the old lady's legs and asked with a smile, "Did you work in the north before?"
The old lady smiled and said, "How do you know?"
Ye Changqing continued, "In the past, in order to keep warm, the stove in the house was lit very brightly, and you had to leave the room from time to time?"
The old lady nodded again: "Yes, you...how did you know?"
Wang Tiezhu smiled and said, "Auntie, I have a way to treat it. It's midsummer now. You can crush fresh ginger and soak it in white wine for ten minutes. Then wrap it with cotton cloth and tie it around your knees with gauze.
Tie it where it hurts.
When using it, use it for one hour every day, take a break on the second day, and use it again for one hour on the third day.
For seven consecutive days, you will walk without pain."
The old lady's eyes showed surprise: "Really?
I went to dozens of hospitals across the country, big and small, but to no avail.
Do you think this method is useful?"
Ye Changqing smiled and said, "I won't charge you for this method. I'll sell you three pounds of ginger at most.
It's less than ten dollars in total, so there's no reason for me to cheat you."
In the past, what he hated most was taking the initiative to help people treat their illnesses.
There is a rule when seeing a doctor: you only treat those who seek medical help. If you don’t seek medical help, no one will believe you even if you talk a lot.
I even thought you were a liar. This was the first time I took the initiative to treat someone else.
The old lady thought for a moment and said, "Okay, although I think the method is a bit ridiculous, I can give it a try. It won't cost much anyway.
Just think of it as a blind cat catching a dead mouse."
A blind cat catches a dead mouse?
Am I that dead rat?
Ye Changqing showed a bitter smile on his face. The old lady's words were too hurtful, so he simply crossed his arms and kept silent.
The old man bought four pounds of ginger. Liu Zaicheng came over to weigh it. The old man hung it on the armrest of the wheelchair and pushed the wheelchair away.
When Ye Changqing saw the old man leave, his heart subconsciously rose to his throat, and he followed behind him from a distance, as if he was taking a walk.
He knew that his five killers were powerful, but he was still worried and followed them carefully just in case.
Brother Liang’s face was as cold as ice, and he cursed: “This old guy, his wife is disabled, does he want to be disabled too?
Shanzi, go find someone to give you a push!"
Shanzi frowned. He felt a little reluctant to attack the old man, but since Brother Liang had said so, he didn't dare to ask any questions.
He searched among the crowd, hoping to find someone who was agile.
The fat guy just reacted too slowly and was assassinated by his enemy.
This time he wanted to find someone with good skills. His eyes flashed over everyone and finally landed on a young man wearing sneakers, sports shorts and a sports vest.
The young man had a buzz cut and a five-pointed star tattooed on his neck.
He looks like a very energetic and trendy young person.
He knew this guy. Among the many brothers he hung out with, this guy was the most fond of boxing, and he often asked him for advice on boxing and fighting techniques. In front of professional fighters, his fighting skills and experience were not as good, but compared with ordinary people, he definitely had the strength to crush them.
He shouted, "Feng Chuan, come here."
Feng Chuan trotted over to Shanzi and called out honestly, "Brother Shan."
Shanzi nodded and said, "Go and push the old man pushing the wheelchair down. If you want to do it more covertly, hook his ankle with your foot.
Just hook him down.
When you’re done, leave as if nothing happened.”
Feng Chuan glanced at the old man who was pushing a wheelchair and staggering a few meters away, and replied, "Easy, I guarantee you'll complete the task within two minutes."
After saying that, he strode forward and chased after the old man pushing the wheelchair.
Seeing a young man walk out from behind Brother Liang, he knew that Brother Liang was going to attack the old man, and his heart suddenly jumped into his throat. The old man pushed the wheelchair slowly and chatted with his wife: "Do you really believe that ginger seller?"
The old lady shook her head: "I don't believe it."
The old man frowned and said, "If I had known, I would have bought less ginger."
Mrs. Lai said earnestly: "I just want to try it, I don't want you to serve me so hard all the time.
I want to stand up and make dumplings for you, your favorite fennel dumplings, as well as radish dumplings and leek dumplings.
I want to cook for you.
I miss it so much.”
As she spoke, the old lady's tears began to flow, her shoulders shook, and she began to sob.
The old man continued pushing the wheelchair forward: "Don't cry, I have been eating the dumplings you made for decades, it's my turn to serve you.
Just sit still and I'll make you some dumplings." Feng Chuan quickly chased after him, and soon they were only two meters apart. If he could catch up with him two more steps, he could hook his foot around the old man's ankle.
He tripped the old man.
He was just about to speed up.
Suddenly a flowerpot fell from the sky.
Hit him on the head.
Click~
The flowerpot broke into pieces and soil splattered everywhere.
Feng Chuan fell straight to the ground, blood gushing from his head, and soon a large pool of blood gathered on the ground where his head touched.
The roots of a rose fell into a pool of blood, as if it had originally grown there. The rhizome was intact and stood straight up, with a red rose blooming beautifully at the top.
When the people around saw this scene, they exclaimed in unison.
Everyone opened their mouths in fear, staring in horror at Feng Chuan's miserable death on the ground.
When the old man turned around and saw this scene, he was so scared that he shuddered and quickly pushed his wheelchair away.
When Brother Liang and his men saw this scene, they were so frightened that they couldn't recover for a long time.
When they recovered from their shock, they almost simultaneously looked up at the rooftop of the third floor, which was empty.
Nothing at all.
Shanzi looked at Feng Chuan's body and felt an inexplicable sense of fear. This fear was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, rapidly expanding and soon soaking all the water.
He had a bad feeling, and with a trembling voice, he asked the boss, "Brother Liang, do you think...was this a coincidence, or was it intentional?"
Brother Liang glanced at Ye Changqing in the distance and said with certainty, "It must have been man-made, but it certainly wasn't done by the ginger seller.
I know the power of Jiangkou City very well. If this person has such great ability.
There's no way I didn't know.
And if he had such great ability, he wouldn't come to sell ginger!"
After hearing what his elder brother said, Shanzi felt his fear fade away a little: "You're right, elder brother. This guy in front of me can't possibly have that kind of ability."
Brother Liang took a deep breath, calmed himself down and said, "Notify Feng Chuan's family to call the police.
Like Fatty, he delivered resettlement allowance to his family at night."
Shanzi nodded, and then suddenly saw a pregnant woman holding her waist walking towards the ginger stall. He frowned and said, "Brother, there is a pregnant woman over there buying ginger.
How to do? "
Brother Liang's face was livid; two people had already died. He felt a vague sense of unease, but he wouldn't allow anyone else to get involved in the ginger business. If that happened, the garlic business would also be taken over.
Someone is also trying to take over the lotus root business.
The fennel business, the pigeon business, the rabbit business...
He quickly made the decision that he couldn't stop just because of a possible coincidence.
He thought for a moment and said, "Shanzi, this time send a powerful figure, Shi Zhifa, who fights with you in the underworld. He is as skilled as you.
Respond quickly and don't be afraid of any accidents.
Send him out!"