"It's okay. Be careful when walking at night in the future. Do you have family? I'll send someone to take you back."

"My family..."

The boy gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and said in a crying voice:

"My dad, I'm dead, I have nowhere to go."

"Ah, this..."

When the bald boy heard about this tragic incident, he felt unbearable.

He thought again that in three months, he would not be able to take Hanxiang with him when he went out for training, and he would always have a companion around him. He did not remind his father in the past to use his own people to do some private things.

The boy's ruthlessness just now made Li Yijian very satisfied, but he had some thoughts.

I don’t know where this person came from, so I couldn’t just go to the mansion.

He thought about it and said to the boy:

"Since you have nowhere to go, why don't you be a job in my business? Have you practiced martial arts?"

"Well, I know how to make a little trippy kung fu."

The boy raised his head and looked at Li Yijian gratefully. He embraced his father and said to the bald boy:

"The boss is willing to take me in, I, Zhang Xiao... I, Zhang Xiaohu, will definitely do my best to repay you!"

"good."

The bald boy asked the guard to send Zhang Xiaohu to the dock, where the Li family had a warehouse.

Just as Zhang Xiaohu turned and left, a guard guard helped him pick up the slightly strange-shaped knife on the ground, but did not let the knife cut the scabbard.

The sword-faced cloud pattern immediately attracted Li Yijian's eyes, making him unable to help but say:

"Good knife!"

But the bald boy also had a certain style and was unwilling to win the favor. He played with the blade for a moment and handed it to Zhang Xiaohu. The latter shook his head and said to the bald boy in disheartened manner:

"Since my boss has fallen in love with this knife, I will give it to my boss. Anyway, I, a useless person, cannot protect the knife left by my father."

He picked up the slender blade and handed it to Li Yijian, saying:

"This knife was obtained by my father from a Japanese merchant before the sea was cut off. It is said to be cast by a famous craftsman. My father thought its name was too complicated, so he called it "Fuhu".

Zhang Xiaohu felt sad. He wiped his tears, turned his face away, stuffed the knife into the bald boy's hand, and left the hospital guard.

After taking a few steps, he turned around and leaned over to Li Yijian and said:
Chapter completed!