But the beggar lying on the ground suddenly kicked his legs and disappeared. Su Le and Zhuang Dafang separated the crowd and squeezed in. Zhuang Dafang kicked the beggar and said, "Okay, get up."

The beggar was still lying there motionless. Su Le saw that the situation seemed to be wrong. He squatted down and reached out to explore the beggar's breath. He didn't feel any breath at all. Su Le's heart sank. He held the beggar's pulse door with one hand, and touched his neck artery with the other hand. He found that the beggar had no pulse. Su Le raised his head and looked at Zhuang Dafang and said in surprise: "This man seems to be dead!"

Zhuang Dafang was shocked, and he also reached out to touch the beggar's carotid artery. As Su Le said, the beggar was actually dead.

This car accident was indeed directed by Song Xuan, but Song Xuan did not expect that things would develop like this. He instructed the beggar to go and hit the car, but he did not let the beggar die. Who would have thought that it would really cause a life.

Since the accident, Xie Yunan has been sitting in the car, but he has noticed something is wrong from the outside. The beggars who were just about to disperse have gathered up again. They angrily slapped the car window and shouted to let Xie Yunan get out of the car.

Xie Zhongliang locked the central controller and he had heard the news that the beggar had died. Xie Zhongliang was skeptical about it. Although he still hit him just now, he had already stepped on the brakes. The impact was not very powerful. It should not have caused any death.

Xie Yunan's expression became extremely serious. He quickly dialed a number and whispered: "Swallow, bring people to Dongting Old Street immediately. I'm in trouble."

Song Xuan squeezed into the crowd. He had always liked cleanliness and didn't care about the filth on the beggar's body. He reached out and touched the beggar's neck, then looked at the beggar's pupils and found that the beggar's pupils had spread and were obviously dead.

Su Le said: "It's dead!" This was the first time he had seen someone die in front of him. In the past, Su Le always thought that death was an extremely terrible thing, but today when Su Le witnessed death, his heart was very calm, so calm that he didn't even think of it himself.

Song Xuan looked at Su Le as if he had known him for the first time. Even Song Xuan himself couldn't help but feel turbulent when he saw someone dying in front of him. However, the boy in front of him was so calm, like a thousand-year-old well, calm and unchanged. This mentality should not belong to this age.

Zhuang Dafang's reaction was obviously much bigger than Su Le. He stood up angrily and turned his eyes to the gray Passat car. Xie Zhongliang sat in the driver's seat. When his eyes met Zhuang Dafang, he couldn't help but be startled by the murderous aura that appeared in the other party's eyes.

Zhuang Dafang waved his arm vigorously, and dozens of beggars at the scene surrounded the Passat sedan.

With Xie Yunan's unstoppable mentality, he couldn't help but panic when he saw the exciting scenes around him. There were only their uncle and nephew at the scene. Although Yunan was the place where he started his career, and although Xiaodao would have a strong foundation in Yunan, they were already surrounded by the Beggars' Gang disciples.

Xie Yunan whispered: "Call the police!" While reminding his nephew to call the police, he picked up his cell phone and called Song Xuan.

Song Xuan heard the ringtone but did not answer the call. He reached out and slowly closed his eyes for the dead beggar. At this time, Song Xuan's heart was filled with guilt. As the elder of the Beggars' Sect, he asked his disciples to sacrifice themselves for danger because of his momentary anger. The tragic disaster in front of him was completely caused by him.

Dozens of Beggar Gang disciples were completely angered by their companions' death. They worked together to lift Passat's side and actually lifted Passat up.

Xie Yunan quickly put on his seat belt, Xie Zhongliang finally opened 110, and stuttered and called the police: "I am in Dongting Old Street, we are besieged by a group of beggars..." Before he finished speaking, he felt that the car was lifted up, and then, under the push of the beggars, he turned upside down.

A group of beggars raised their dog-beating sticks in their hands and smashed them into the car. Some of them were made of stainless steel and smashed onto the car window. The tempered glass of the car window suddenly cracked, and the broken glass fragments flew into the car. Xie Yun'an's head was on the ground, and his face and neck were cut by glass fragments. This was the first time he had such a mess in his life. He closed his eyes, and at this time he could only pray silently, praying that his subordinates would arrive as soon as possible. Only in this way could their uncle and nephew be freed from the predicament.

A red Guangyang scooter rushed to the scene at lightning speed. The rider was a charming girl wearing a red top and washed blue denim shorts. It was a string of red Hong Qiuyan who arrived in time. When she was about ten meters away from the scene of smashing the car, she jumped down from the scooter. However, the scooter maintained its previous speed and collided with the group of beggars surrounding Passat.

The beggars saw the motorcycle crashing towards them quickly and quickly spread out to both sides.

A string of red Hong Qiuyan did not rush towards the car at the first time, but rushed towards Zhuang Dafang with a flash of cold light in his hand and slashed towards Zhuang Dafang's neck. To capture the thief, the king was captured first. If you want to control the situation in the chaos, you must first control the other party's leader.

Zhuang Dafang did not expect that a string of red people would attack him first, and took a step back in panic. A string of red people, who was the capable favorite of Xie Yunan, was definitely not because she was sexy and charming, but because she was attracted by her outstanding sword skills and adaptability.

The speed of a string of red was amazing. Before attacking Zhuang Dafang, she had already calculated all the possible retreats of Zhuang Dafang. The most powerful person in the city of Yifang was Song Xuan. Song Xuan was next to the dead beggar. At this time, even if he found that the target of a string of red was Zhuang Dafang, he wanted to turn around and rescue him, but it was beyond the reach.

Zhuang Da escaped to the right and avoided a string of red swords, but he didn't know that the string of red swords was just a false move. Her left hand had already put on Zhuang Dafang's shoulders and walked into her arms. Then the hidden blade in her right hand was about to be pressed on Zhuang Dafang's throat. During the call just now, Xie Yunan had told her that she would put her primary target on the little beggar Zhuang Dafang's body, so the target of a string of red was so clear.

Seeing that a string of red was about to succeed, a hand was stretched out on the side and grabbed her right hand.

A string of red was slightly shocked, and she had to change the direction of the knife, and her right hand sank down and turned her wrist, and the blade stroked upwards to the pulse door of the person who was inserted into her hand.

The opponent's hand changed very quickly, and did not retreat, but changed with the change of a string of red wrists. It was also a wrist-turning action. He grabbed a string of red wrists from below, and then took a big step forward, sank the left shoulder and twisted his right arm hard, which turned out to be a standard grasping method.

A string of red did not calculate that an uninvited guest would suddenly appear. Her left hand slapped at the other side's door, and a thin blade was sandwiched in her fingers. If this palm hit the other side's face, the blade would have to cut a deep bloody mouth out of the other side's face.

At this time, Yi Qianhong saw clearly that the person who tried to stop him was actually the boy he met on the train that day. For a moment, his beautiful eyes were wide open because of his surprise.

Su Le also recognized her, but Su Le did not dare to be negligent in her hands. She twisted her body and squeezed a string of red right wrist with her left arm as a lever. The string of red screamed in pain. The movement of her left hand was only half completed, but she had to give up because of the severe pain in her right wrist.

At this time, Zhuang Dafang, who had escaped a string of red attacks, rushed up like a leopard, waved the dog-beating stick in his hand and swept it hard onto a string of red calves. He was more ruthless than Su Le, and he had no intention of mercy on the slightest, and he smashed a string of red and fell to the ground.

Su Le twisted a string of Hong's wrists, pressed her right shoulder with her knees, and forced a string of Hong to turn around. This was not because Su Le was cruel, but because he had just seen a string of Hong's swords that were extremely vicious, so he did not dare to take it lightly. If he showed mercy to a string of Hong's men, he might have suffered.

Zhuang Dafang walked over, raised the dog-beating stick in his hand and slammed it behind a string of red necks, smashing the string of red fainted.

At this time, three vans arrived at the scene. The door opened and dozens of men rushed out of it, but reinforcements from the Xiaodao Society arrived.

Just as the scene was about to start, a sirens sounded from afar.
Chapter completed!