Let everything go back to No. 158 Qingsong Street.

The time has also been adjusted to early morning on October 30th.

Before dawn, Qiao jumped to Mr. Si Gengsi's door with excitement and smashed the door hard.

‘Cruff’, Sigens’ pet Baku hung his arms on the door handle, pulled off the door handle, then kicked his feet on the door frame, using force to open a gap in the door door.

Qiao squeezed in through the crack in the door. Baku shouted happily, jumped to Qiao's arm, quickly climbed up to his head along his arm, and then grabbed Qiao's long hair curiously and waved it randomly.

"Damn, Baku, what are you doing?"

Joe didn't notice the changes in his scalp at all. Baku waved his long hair and danced around. Joe himself was shocked: "What the hell? What the hell is this...ah, my hair? How could it be..."

In his pajamas, Mr. Sigensi, who was slightly pale due to heavy blood loss, yawned and walked out of the bedroom slowly. He looked at Qiao weakly, and then widened his eyes suddenly.

"Oh, Qiao, your hair...you should be very glad that you are not in Tulun Port. Otherwise, the lady and the two ladies must be very interested and play some fresh tricks on your head!" Mr. Si Gengsi stared at Qiao's long dark hair that had grown overnight and almost dragged to the floor.

As a "heretic", Mr. Si Gengsi has seen too many strange things.

He guessed that Qiao must have taken two potions sent by the military, so some strange changes have occurred on his body, and there is no need to make a fuss.

It was just a long hair... He had even seen the "lucky man" who grew a pair of dragon wings after taking certain secret medicines. Although the guy was soon sent to the stolen stand by the Golden Oak Church, the power of the pair of dragon wings was still unforgettable after many years.

Qiao cursed and pulled Baku off his head, and ran back to his room cursingly... After a while, Qiao cursed with a messy short hair that seemed to have been gnawed by a dog, and then ran to Mr. Si Gengsi's room.

After struggling for a while, Qiao finally tidied her hair into a clean and refreshing squid with the help of Lan Mujin.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Qiao whistled in surprise: "Wow, Hibiscus, I really can't tell, do you have such skills?"

Lan Mujin inserted a delicate little dagger back into the boot and said slowly: "In the army, this is a compulsory task for everyone... After all, in the wild, not everyone can find a barber everywhere."

Qiao raised his eyebrows and patted the short hair on his head with satisfaction: "It's really good... Uh, Mr. Si Gengsi, continue with the topic just now, let's find something... Well, for example, get a field gun and fire a shot at Andrew's carriage on the street?"

A faint crimson glowed in his pupils, and Qiao Qiao smiled with a slight smile: "It's like the shot I got in Tulun Port... Let's go and send you sincere greetings to Andrew?"

"We have to let him know that some things cannot be done; some money cannot be taken...especially, that's my money."

Joe's heart was filled with resentment, and he was blackmailed... Although he had perfectly revenged Justice Weilun, and his hostility towards Justice Weilun had dissipated a little, his resentment towards Andrew and Magnan became increasingly strong.

Mr. Si Gengsi's face thrust, and he looked out the window and decided not to answer Qiao's words.

It's really... in the imperial capital, I got a field cannon and shot a shot at a member of the Duke's family?

Mr. Si Gengsi really wants to tell Qiao - you are a policeman, you are a policeman who studies in the Judicial University... There are some things that cannot be done, especially in your identity. If you don't want to do, you shouldn't think about such things!

Mr. Si Gengsi was a little haggard. It seemed that after leaving Tulun Port, Qiao's personality had changed a little. He was no longer the lazy, terrifying, and waiting to die in the past... He was a bit like Baku's monkey head, becoming a weird elf, flying and jumping away.

"Or, let's get a thousand barrels of gunpowder and bombard the Werners' castle in the imperial capital into the sky?" In Qiao's mind, one whimsical plan after another kept popping up.

Tsk, the spiritual sea is opening up and the IQ is constantly improving. Qiao's brain is becoming more and more useful and uncontrollable.

"Well, of course we can't just use powder barrels to blow up their castle...We rent a house near their castle, and then dig an authentic tunnel to lead directly to their main house?"

Qiao tilted his head and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a little incoherent.

Excited, inexplicably excited... Qiao's blood was flowing faster. He had entered the state of "scarlet" fighting instinct. He couldn't wait to do something to Andrew, who he identified as his enemy, and the family behind Andrew.

Mr. Si Gengsi and Lan Mujin looked at each other, and both of them were a little at a loss.

Lan Mujin turned around very simply and left Qiao's room: "I'll go and ask... see how the breakfast is... Qiao, is it still a ten-person serving?"

"Twenty people!" Qiao's attention was shifted to breakfast: "Well, I was inexplicably in a good mood today, I wanted to eat more... Notify the cafeteria and add extra meals to my brothers... Hoho, we are very rich now, aren't we?"

Mr. Si Gengsi smiled with a pursed lips.

Of course Joe was in a good mood.

It is also reasonable to add extra meals to your brothers... Now Qiao is really not short of money. Not to mention the good things that have been properly hidden and cannot be cashed out for the time being, just talk about the gold coins and cash obtained from the Whisper Forest Club, which is a lot of money!

"Joe..." Mr. Si Gengsi was about to say something, but suddenly a noise came from outside, and soon there was a dull collision and blow sound.

Qiao, Lan Mujin, and Mr. Si Gengsi ran to the balcony at the same time and looked in the direction where the sound came.

The gate of No. 158 Qingsong Street was opened, and the old lame man who was left by Qiao to continue being a janitor fell to the ground with blood on his face. A small policeman of about twenty people rushed in, colliding with a team of a Blood Axe Team that had not changed his guard last night.

Ten soldiers from the Blood Axe Team lined up and stood in front of the Mounted Police Team. A soldier yelled with a stick in his hand: "This is a private territory... exit!"

The long stick shook, and a dull sound of "woosh", and the long stick hit the front hoof of a war horse.

The war horse fell to the ground, and the police officer on the horse cursed angrily. Before the war horse fell to the ground, he jumped up from the saddle and rolled on the ground several times.

'call'!

A policeman rushed up and hit the lengthened baton in his hand.

The warrior holding a long stick did not dodge or avoid it, and stabbed forward with the move... and heard a muffled sound, the baton hit the warrior's shoulder, and the policeman was also stuck in his chest with a stick, and was stabbed from the horse's back with a stick.

More than twenty Mounted Policemen immediately fought with ten soldiers.

Several mount policemen blew the whistle at the same time, and the sharp whistle tore through the tranquility of the early morning.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe War Group also made a loud wolf roar. In a dormitory building not far away, agile figures popped out of the window. Groups of warriors quickly formed an assault formation and rushed over with long roars.

"What's going on with these policemen?" Qiao lowered his voice, and a faint light flashed in his eyes: "What we did is missing?"

Lan Mujin shook her head fiercely: "No!"

Mr. Si Gengsi said in a deep voice: "It is impossible... they will definitely not come to us so soon... those things are not here, and they should not find them here no matter what!"

Qiao frowned: "It doesn't feel good, let's go and have a look... Well, wait until I put on that outfit... Mr. Si Gengsi, you go and stabilize the situation first. This is the imperial capital. If you kill a few policemen, it will be troublesome."

While Joe was talking, more mounts rushed in from the open door. Amid the dense sound of horse hooves, at least two hundred mount policemen were roaring.

The war horses galloped and the batons swung.

Ten soldiers from the Blood Axe Team were outnumbered. They yelled and shot down more than a dozen troops from the war horses. The dense batons roared down, falling on them like raindrops.

In just two or three strokes, ten soldiers vomited blood and were knocked over to the ground.

"cast!"

Seeing that his companion was seriously injured, someone yelled among the soldiers of the Blood Axe Team who rushed out of the dormitory building.

Nearly a hundred soldiers from the Blood Axe Team ran wildly, and at the same time, they waved their right hand forward fiercely. With the harsh sound of breaking the wind, more than twenty javelins, more than thirty flying axes, and dozens of flying knives, carrying wisps of cold light, threw them towards the charge police officers.

The warriors in the Blood Axe Team are at least of the first-level strength, and the weakest is thousands of pounds of strength.

The javelin, flying axe, and flying knife were thrown out with all their strength, and in an instant, hundreds of feet flew out, covering the charge of the police.

In the ranks of the Mounted Police, a third-level police academy hissed and shouted: "Bitch...jump..."

More than 200 policemen jumped off their horses at the same time and rolled on the ground in a mess.

The "puff" sounded loudly, and the huge body of the war horse became the best flesh shield. More than a dozen war horses were pierced by javelins, and more than twenty war horses were beaten by flying axes, and the flying knives were as hard as sieves.

Dozens of war horses fell to the ground wailingly, and their bodies squirted blood and slid forward more than ten feet away.

"You are committing crimes... you attack the police... how dare you... this is a serious crime... you bastards!" The third-level police academy who had just given the order was very unlucky. When he was rolling on the ground, a flying knife fell from the sky to death, and it was exactly the fullest part of his hip muscles.

The third-level police academy screamed in pain, drew a sword with his backhand, and blood sprayed out of the wound.

Heavy steps sounded, and hundreds of policemen holding weapons of various colors rushed in in neat rows from the gate of No. 158 Qingsong Street.
Chapter completed!