After leaving Pingkangfang, the people from the Ministry of Justice and the soldiers chased each other for a while and found something wrong.

"Can he fly?"

Standing at the intersection, everyone looked in four directions, but didn't see the assassin.

"I can't do it well and it's still inside."

Zhou Xing regretted it, "Go back!"

Everyone hurried back. As soon as they entered the gate, they saw a black-faced man coming towards him.

Zhou Xing glanced over, and suddenly his body shook and he slowly looked over.

The man's face was abnormally black and uneven.

This is a disguise!

The key is what he is holding in his hand?

An iron stick!

Zhou Xing was shocked suddenly. Just as he was about to speak, Bao Dong on the left shouted: "Take it!"

A man emerged from behind Wuhou Shop on the right.

"It's an assassin!"

The people behind Zhou Xing were very happy.

But the people from Baiqi have surrounded him.

Bao Dong was determined to win, so he wanted to intercept the people from the Ministry of Justice.

"Stop them."

As soon as he ordered, something flew over from the left.

The howling sound made my scalp numb.

Bao Dong couldn't help looking in the direction of this thing.

Bang!

The head of a man who rushed to the front on the right exploded with a bang, and red and white objects were flying all over the sky.

The thing had not yet declined, and it killed another Wang Qi's subordinate, and then it landed on the ground.

It turned out to be an iron stick.

The black-faced man rushed in.

He knocked down a person with one punch, picked up the horizontal knife, and just followed the stroke.

Screams surged into the sky and blood shot out.

A circle of people fell around.

At the same time, the people of the Hundred Riders surrounded the assassin and gained an advantage with just one encounter.

Zhou Xing shouted: "This person is the assassin's helper!"

The black-faced man heard the screams of his companions behind him, and turned around and threw out the horizontal knife in his hand.

"careful!"

When Bao Dong saw Hengdao going to his command, he couldn't help but shout a warning.

Someone raised a knife to block it.

clang!

The blocking horizontal sword was shaken down, and the flying horizontal sword swirled across the shoulders of Baiqi.

"ah!"

The Hundred Riders screamed.

The assassin took this opportunity to rush towards the black-faced man.

The black-faced man picked up the iron stick, shouted loudly, and the iron stick swept across.

Zhou Xing avoided it quickly, but his subordinates were in trouble.

Wherever the iron stick goes, either his hands or his feet are broken. Some people even have their collarbone broken by a stick and kneel there and howls.

It's messy!

The scene was in chaos.

Bao Dong shouted: "Go around!"

There are many people here who can't use bows and arrows, so they can only surround and kill.

The black-faced man suddenly turned around and threw out the iron stick.

Damn it!

"Avoid!"

Everyone has seen the bravery of the black-faced man, and no one dares to intercept the iron stick.

The black-faced man snatched a horizontal knife and killed one person. He immediately grabbed the injured assassin with one arm, ran wildly, and rushed into the crowd soon.

Watching dramas is an innate instinct of human beings. Even if two gangs of people are slashing and slapping, they still cannot stop everyone's curiosity.

The crowd kept screaming, and the sound gradually faded away.

"Chase!"

Bao Dong rushed over with the people.

...

"Tell Zhou Xing that he should pursue him relentlessly. The assassin is only one. Can he run through so many people? Enlarge the circle and force him to flee everywhere, and wait until he is exhausted before taking action. In this way, it will be easy to defeat the enemy without fighting."

Wang Qi was reminding his subordinates and finally ordered: "If you hold on to someone, don't let him commit suicide."

"yes!"

The subordinates went out.

Wang Qi raised his glass and smiled, "What do you think Wu Yang Bo feel?"

Jia Ping'an looked at him and thought to himself that this person is perverted?

Yes, if it weren't for the pervert, how could he come here to form an unrelated command post with Baiqi? He wanted to show off, and if he could succeed, he could reverse the psychological decline.

Why is Wang Qi so persistent?

Jia Ping'an accidentally saw Wang Qi's gaze swept over Chen Erniang, and there was a look of pain in his eyes, and he couldn't help but realize it.

Wang Qi must have felt that he was cuckolded, so he was in pain and entangled, but he took another approach and asked Chen Erniang to come to find Jia Ping'an often to stimulate himself.

This perverted level is not even comparable to the leader.

But Jia Ping'an was really wronged. He just touched Chen Erniang's little hand and couldn't sleep.

Let him continue to be perverted.

Thinking of this, Jia Ping'an stared at Chen Erniang.

Chen Erniang's face turned red suddenly, thinking that this lunatic dared to see him at this time, and was not afraid that Wang Qi would scold him loudly and expose him on the spot.

But... what can be exposed?

Chen Erniang suddenly realized that she and Master Jia were as innocent as water.

It is logical that she should be happy and happy for herself, but she was a little confused and disappointed.

Why?

Wang Qi glanced at her and Jia Ping'an, feeling that this was a secret song.

Something was rushing in his chest. Wang Qi drank a glass of wine and pressed it down, feeling that Chen Erniang was dealing with Jia Ping'an.

Must be.

But whenever Chen Erniang refused to see Jia Ping'an, his heart was bleeding.

——That person likes to touch his hands and feet, and the slave doesn’t want to go.

But he always forces Chen Erniang to go.

Wang Qi's lips were scary red.

This is going crazy.

Jia Ping'an raised his glass casually, and Chen Erniang lowered her head and refused to respond.

He sighed regretfully, took a sip of wine, and said, "This day, there are many roads around him. Although there are too many roads, there are fewer people. Unless the assassin is a scythe, he will seek death if he goes out."

Wang Qi took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then sneered: "When he was panicked, what choice did he have?"

"Of course he has a choice." Jia Ping'an analyzed calmly: "The assassin rushed into the Wuhou shop before, and he was crazy? No! He wanted to alarm the soldiers, and then the soldiers came out to participate in the roundup."
To be continued...