Cui Lian's whole body was cold all of a sudden.

It turned out that she and Zhang Junjie have been under the surveillance of the Japanese.

"My man is really out with an anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese element! Go and catch him!" Cui Lian said.

"What kind of person? Do you carry a gun?" the policeman asked again.

"A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He sat with my man and drank, and then the two of them went out together." Cui Lian answered truthfully this time.

"You man drinks with anti-Japanese elements?" the policeman asked.

Cui Lian always felt that she was clever, but she felt that she had always said the wrong things since she arrived at the police station.

"It seems that the two of them are going out to compete. Go and catch people!" Cui Lian shouted at the top of her lungs.

The police finally felt relieved when they heard Cui Lian say this. The reason why the two of them refused for so long was mainly because they were afraid of anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements with guns.

Now that I know that the person actually has no guns, it will be easy to do two of them just do something.

Have you seen where the two people were going?" the policeman asked.

Cuilian shook her head blankly. She now regretted running to the police station. She has been living in a frustrated small adobe house for the past few months. She calculated spending money every day with her fingers. Even so, she still saw that the money in her hands is getting less and less. Sooner or later, if this goes on, she will have to spend all her life. Cuilian has lived enough of this life.

"You go back first. Let's go out and search." The policeman said.

Cui Lian returned home in a dizzy head. She stood on the ground and was stunned for a long time, then gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind.

She put the child on the kang, then lifted the kang mat and took out a small cloth bag. She opened the cloth bag and exposed a stack of banknotes inside.

Cui Lian put the banknotes in her arms and then wrapped a few pieces of clothes in her bag.

She hurried out of the house with her child in one hand and carried a bag in the other.

Qian Xiaobao and Zhang Junjie walked to the weeds north of Pingfang Town and stood there.

"The reason why you are willing to come out with me is that you think your kung fu is better than mine, right?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"I learned the full set of kung fu skills of my godfather. How many moves have you practiced?" Zhang Junjie replied.

"Godfather always scolds you for being a scheming, but have you heard him scold me?" Qian Xiaobao asked back.

"If you can kill someone, one move is enough!" Qian Xiaobao said at last.

"It's a mule or a horse, let's have a walk!" After Zhang Junjie said this, his arms spread out and opened.

This move of white cranes is used to show off their wings with a chic and beautiful appearance.

Qian Xiaobao spread his legs slightly and kept calm.

Zhang Junjie squatted slightly and his legs bounced up, and his body rose high and his hands were like hooks to take Qian Xiaobao's face.

Qian Xiaobao hurriedly blocked it with his arms.

But Zhang Junjie suddenly sank his body and supported his right leg with his hands, kicking Qian Xiaobao's chest like lightning.

This kick made the leg fast and ruthless.

It was impossible for Qian Xiaobao to completely avoid it. He could only slightly turn sideways and let Zhang Junjie kick him in the ribs.

Zhang Junjie kicked him and Qian Xiaobao flew backwards.

Zhang Junjie did not leave Qian Xiaobao time to breathe, and he rushed to Qian Xiaobao who was lying on the ground.

His right leg bent and his knee hit Qian Xiaobao's chest.

However, Qian Xiaobao, who should have been seriously injured, sat up like a spring and grabbed Zhang Junjie's throat with his right hand!

Zhang Junjie's knee fell to nothing, but his right hand fisted in struggle but hit Qian Xiaobao's face.

Qian Xiaobao lowered his head and took Zhang Junjie's punch with the top of his head.

With a bang, Qian Xiaobao felt that his skull was broken. His eyes were blurred and he almost fainted. However, his hand tightly pinched Zhang Junjie's throat and refused to let go!

After the punch, Zhang Junjie no longer had the strength to fight back. His eyes turned over and began to become weak.

After punching Qian Xiaobao, his right hand was injured and could not be lifted. However, his left hand was slightly raised and placed on Qian Xiaobao's arm that held his throat, which seemed to tear it weakly or touch it.

Qian Xiaobao raised his head while enduring the huge pain in the skull.

He saw two lines of tears flowing out of Zhang Junjie's eyes.

"Don't worry, your daughter is my daughter! I'll raise her for you! But I will never let you go. The one who bullies the master and destroys the ancestors will die!" Qian Xiaobao said hoarsely.

As if he understood what Qian Xiaobao said, Zhang Junjie's arms dropped and stopped struggling. His body gradually softened.

Qian Xiaobao let go of his hand and pushed back, and Zhang Junjie fell to the ground with his face facing the sky.

Qian Xiaobao touched his ribs so much that he shed tears. He just used the holster next to his ribs to block Zhang Junjie's kick.

Although it was blocked, my ribs were probably broken.

He reached out and placed his hand on Zhang Junjie's neck and felt his pulse. After a while, he finally confirmed that Zhang Junjie was dead.

"The reason why I didn't use a gun is to use my skills to get back the kung fu that my godfather taught you!" Qian Xiaobao said to Zhang Junjie who was motionless.

He tidied up his clothes and walked back staggeringly.

Twenty minutes later, Qian Xiaobao returned to the roadside. The rickshaw driver was still waiting there honestly.

"Go back," Qian Xiaobao said weakly after getting in the car.

"Okay!" The coachman smiled and pulled up the car and ran away.

"Two policemen came over to interrogate me just now. I didn't give them a good look at them at that time! I said I was following the security bureau to investigate the case! They left without letting one of them go." The coachman said proudly while pulling the cart.

Qian Xiaobao was curled up in a rickshaw with pain on his head and ribs. He closed his eyes and endured the rickshaw driver's nagging.

The coachman worked very hard and ran very fast to get home earlier.

An hour later, I returned to the shopping and sales street.

Qian Xiaobao got out of the car with difficulty and took out five dollars and handed it to the coachman.

"Be careful of your mouth, don't talk nonsense when you go back!" Qian Xiaobao instructed.

"No! I will sew my mouth on when I go back!" The coachman took the money and said overjoyed.

Qian Xiaobao walked to the door of Schultz clinic with difficulty again. He slapped the door hard.

Schultz, who had been closed, got up from the bed and put his pistol in his pocket.

He walked to the door gently and asked, "Who?"

"It's me!" Qian Xiaobao's weak voice came from outside.

Schultz then opened the door with confidence.

But as soon as the door was opened, Qian Xiaobao tilted his body and pierced his head.

Schultz, who was startled, hurriedly dragged Qian Xiaobao into the door and stuck his head outside to observe for a while and then closed the door.

When Qian Xiaobao woke up, Schultz was applying medicine to his head.

"It's okay, it's just a skinny one," Schultz said.

"Broken skin? I almost got beaten into a fool! I still have to have ribs. Do you see if it is broken?" Qian Xiaobao said.
Chapter completed!