Chapter 166 Warriors cannot be humiliated!
The agent's attitude was so malicious. In addition to being really regionally discriminatory, he was also more or less hostile to the rich.
Of course, their actions were clearly directed by their superiors and were deliberately intended to cause trouble for An Jing.
——The official government of Kanming City was indeed infiltrated.
An Jing narrowed his eyes and stared at the two detectives in front of him. After the other was forced to shut his mouth by the sudden chill, he raised his hand and finished writing the "Temporary Resident Population" in the most standardized font and format. Registration certificate' and walked away.
"Wait! There are other things..."
When An Jing disappeared at the corner of the street, the two detectives woke up as if from a dream, and then felt very annoyed: "Why did he let him run away!"
"Why don't you say a word, kid!"
The shorter agent was leading the team. Seeing An Jing disappear, he was quite annoyed. He threw the registration certificate in his hand on the ground and growled: "Didn't Captain Chen say that no matter what method he uses, he will give it to him?" He was so picky that this kid couldn't even leave the house in the morning!"
"I...I don't know either."
The taller agent was still a little scared. He looked at the corner where An Jing disappeared and murmured: "I seemed to have seen a sword piercing my eyebrows just now... This kid is not simple!"
"It's just not simple, so I have to keep an eye on him! If he's just an ordinary dude, what do you want me to do?"
The short catcher said bitterly: "It doesn't matter, he has to go back to the inn after all, let's talk about it tomorrow!"
The two detectives left, and at the corner of the street, Anjing walked out of the shadows, thoughtfully.
"I'm completely targeted."
Actually, there are more than just these people.
Next, as long as An Jing stayed on a certain street for a while, there would be several people with obviously bad intentions following him on both sides. They thought they were well hidden, but An Jing knew it all.
They waited for An Jing to go to some relatively remote place and then take action directly, but An Jing was very patient and kept leading them in circles before disappearing.
But even after getting rid of such a group of people, another group of people soon surrounded them.
This psoriasis-like situation made An Jing particularly confused: "I just spent a little more money and sold a set of talismans. Do so many people really need to be dispatched?"
"Also, who is Capt. Chen? Is he not afraid that I will go to his house in the middle of the night and kill him?"
An Jing was confused by this - a mere policeman dared to be so arrogant? Let them go to the northern frontier of the vast sea. If the detective who dares to threaten a warrior like this is not strong enough, he will find that his horse or dog's head has been cut off and placed next to his pillow the next day!
If he still dares to speak harshly, his own head will be hanging at the door!
Warriors cannot be humiliated! This is the simple folk custom of northern Xinjiang!
As for kidnapping, An Jing is not a novice who knows nothing about the market. He knows very well that even kidnapping a child of a wealthy family will not cost much ransom.
Above a certain amount, for the same amount of money, a wealthy family would rather ask a martial arts master to rescue someone or seek revenge, but would never pay a ransom.
Although the identity he plays costs a lot, as long as he has not awakened his destiny, according to the market situation two or three years ago, the price should be one hundred and fifty taels at most.
Even if the price has increased in the past two or three years, it will not exceed two hundred taels.
In short, before determining whether you have a destiny, it is not worth sending out more than ten or twenty people to follow you all day long!
"Is it possible that I really prevented disaster for others?"
With this in mind, An Jing came to Huaiji Tea Shop, ready to take a look at the situation.
However, he discovered that the situation in the originally peaceful Huaiji Tea Shop was worse than his own.
The originally clean and tidy shop has been splashed with a layer of muddy and smelly blood paint. A group of rogues are gathering at the door of the shop and cursing. The tea sets used for making tea have also been overturned, broken and scattered on the floor.
The waitress who made tea yesterday stood in front of the door to prevent these gangsters from breaking into the store, but where did she have the strength to stop these gangsters? Soon he was slapped, pushed to the ground, and seemed to be stepped on a few times.
However, the woman raised her hand and waited for several breaths, but she didn't even wait for the stampede.
She raised her head in confusion, only to find that a figure just walked along and knocked down seven or eight thugs as easily as mowing grass. The moment the woman raised her head, he was holding the two naughties by the back of their necks with each hand, making them collide with each other's foreheads.
Bang!
A very loud sound, a very bad head.
Within a few breaths, the seven or eight gangsters were all beaten to death, unconscious, and were thrown by the figure on the side of the road.
The remaining rogues also let out strange screams of fear and fled.
"It's the customer who bought tea yesterday..."
'Jingxuan' had quite good looks, and the waitress was naturally impressed. However, An Jing did not say much, but followed the group of fleeing thugs at a leisurely pace, and soon disappeared.
"Xiao Ping. Are you okay?"
An old voice came from the back room of the tea shop, and Mrs. Huai walked out quickly with a rather strange-shaped bamboo pipe in her hand.
She was looking for this self-defense thing just now, but the past life was too peaceful, and this thing was hidden too deep, so Xiaoping could only delay it for a while.
The bamboo tube was light, but Mrs. Huai held it carefully, as if she was holding something extremely dangerous.
In fact, this is indeed the case, because if Anjing were to see this bamboo tube, his pupils would definitely shrink - because the style of this bamboo tube is exactly the same as the medicine tube carried by the deputy director of Xuanming Village!
"It's okay, aunt."
The waitress named Xiaoping raised her head with a smile. The red mark on her face had turned blue. Those gangsters were not easy to attack, which made the aunt step forward distressedly. She took out the ointment from her arms and applied it on it: "It's all my fault. What happened was too much." Late...what, what happened to these people?"
"I was driven away by that handsome young man yesterday."
Xiaoping shook her head slightly. She felt that as Madam Huai applied the ointment, a faint heat spread, and the redness and swelling on her face quickly subsided.
Although it is magical, she has long been used to it - when children stumble in the alleys and suffer minor injuries, Aunt Huai will heal them with her own special ointment, and Xiaoping is certainly no exception.
She didn't care at all about Aunt Huai's self-blame: "What are you talking about? Auntie, you have always been helping our family, and my father often accepted your favor back then."
"If he hadn't been working outside and knew you were in trouble, he would definitely come to help you this time!"
"It's just that this group of people came suddenly. Otherwise, if you say hello, who in this street won't help you?"
Just as she said, at this moment, a group of young and strong men were approaching the old street with hoes and shovels. Apparently, the neighbors who saw something wrong came to help.
"Auntie, what's going on?"
"Did those guys who wanted to buy your store send someone here a few days ago?"
"How dare these little bastards come to our place to stir up trouble? Do you really think they are the only gang members? They are guilty of something!"
"Damn it, I don't know which righteous man took action, but he didn't take off their two arms, which gave them an advantage!"
Everyone tied up the scoundrels one by one, slapped them and kicked them, and some reported them to the officials. Seeing the enthusiasm of everyone, Mrs. Huai couldn't help but murmured: "Oh, I'm really troubling everyone..."
The young man at the head grinned: "That's right, I should! My family ran out of firewood in the winter. If you hadn't helped me, my little sister would have frozen to death!"
Aunt Huai is always kind to people. She will give a bowl of water to those who are thirsty and a bowl of rice to those who are in need. Over the years, she has become very famous in the east of the city.
Logically speaking, no one should target this old lady who has been kind to others all her life.
After a lot of effort, Mrs. Huai calmed down the aggrieved people, persuaded Xiaoping to go home, and then closed the door and returned to the house.
The white-haired old lady was a little tired at the moment. She sighed and sat back in the shadows.
"Xiao Shu hasn't come back for so long. The city is in such chaos. Something must have happened..."
She whispered softly to herself, with worry: "I thought these people would wait for two days, but I didn't expect to take action the next day. Is this earth line's dark spot really so important?"
"If I hadn't been able to leave this place..."
If you are careful, you will definitely know that the Xiao Shu mentioned by Madam Huai is none other than the guardian warrior of Kanming City, ‘Weiyang Quan Shu Zheng’!
From the intimate tone, it’s obvious that the two parties have known each other for many years!
(End of this chapter)