The middle-aged man retreated with his feet. He retreated very quickly. During the retreat, he waved his hands continuously and shot seven flying knives at Zhu Lao Er in an instant. Zhu Lao Er's pig-killing knife kept flying, and only he heard the flying knives falling to the ground one after another. The distance between the pig-killing knife in Zhu Lao Er's hand and the throat of the middle-aged man was always about one foot. Behind the middle-aged man was the mast. He was very familiar with everything on the ship, obviously occupying the advantage of the territorial force, and his body slid to the side. Zhu Lao Er's pig-killing knife in his hand "snatch!" and penetrated into the mast more than an inch deep.

The middle-aged man took advantage of this moment to grab the cable with his right hand and cut off the rope with his left hand. The raised sail suddenly fell down, and the powerful downward force led the middle-aged man's body to rise upwards.

As the middle-aged man as he rose, he shot three flying knives at Zhu Laoer condescendingly.

Zhu Laoer pulled out the pig-killing knife from the mast, pulled a knife flower, and knocked three flying knives away one by one.

The middle-aged man was already standing on the cross-mast. He raised his eyes and looked down. He saw Su Leshui climbing up from the stern of the boat. He snorted coldly, pulled out a flying knife, aimed at Su Le and threw it away.

When Zhu Laoer saw the other party taking action, he warned in time: "Be careful!"

Su Le raised his head and saw the light of sword shot towards his heart. In desperation, he rolled on the deck. Although his moves were indecent, he successfully avoided the other party's flying knife. The flying knife was nailed deep into the deck, and the handle of the knife still trembled continuously, which showed the opponent's strength.

Zhu Laoer grabbed the cable, cut off the sail rope like the middle-aged man, and his body rose up under the fall of the sail. When he exceeded the horizontal mast about two meters, Zhu Laoer let go of the cable, and his body dived towards the middle-aged man on the horizontal mast like a big bird.

The middle-aged man stood on the mast with his feet, spread his arms and then suddenly waved to the center. The two flying knives drew two sharp arcs in the night sky. The center point where they gathered was Zhu Laoer's body. Zhu Laoer's wrists turned. The narrow blade blocked the attack of the two flying knives. The middle-aged man pulled his hands back, and the flying knives flew backwards to him, but there was a spider-like thin metal wire tied to the tail of the flying knives. The middle-aged man's arms moved slightly, and the flying knives shot at Zhu Laoer again.

Zhu Laoer's right foot stepped on the horizontal mast, and the pig-killing knife in his hand was raised upright, blocking the silk thread at the end of the flying knife with the back of the knife. The two flying knives were centered on the pig-killing knife, and wrapped the pig-killing knife like a gyro. The middle-aged man pulled it hard into his arms and tried to snatch the pig-killing knife in Zhu Laoer's hand.

Zhu Lao Er raised his right foot and stepped hard in the middle of the mast. He only heard a click, and the mast as thick as a bowl was cut off by Zhu Lao Er. The middle-aged man stood at the end of the mast and heard the sound of wood breaking under his feet. He knew that something was wrong. When he realized that his body fell down with the broken mast, he grabbed the thread that controlled the flying knife, and the other end of the thread was in Zhu Lao Er's hand. At this time, the middle-aged man was like a doll manipulating in Zhu Lao Er's hands. The middle-aged man's eyes showed great fear, and he said tremblingly: "Give up your life..."

Zhu Laoer shook his head, changed the angle of the pig-killing knife in his hand, and the blade just cut off the wire connecting them. The middle-aged man screamed and fell from the sky, falling straight on the deck, and his head hit the hard ballast stone, and red blood flowed out from behind his head.

When Zhu Laoer and the middle-aged man were fighting fiercely, Su Le had searched the inside and outside of the cabin, but there was no trace of Zhuang Dafang. He returned to the deck. When he happened to see the middle-aged man falling from a high altitude, Su Le was shocked. This was the fourth dead man he saw tonight.

Zhu Laoer flew down the mast. He patted Su Le on the shoulder and whispered: "Go!"

The master and apprentice left the port under the cover of night. Until they returned to Zhu Laoer's home, Su Le seemed a little confused. What happened today was too sudden. He actually witnessed the killing of four people. He had never had such a thrilling experience in his life.

Zhu Laoer was fine, so he went to the kitchen to bring out four prepared cold dishes, took two glasses, filled them with Erguotou, and greeted Su Le, "Boy, come and have two drinks with me."

Su Le came to sit opposite Zhu Laoer, and he said worriedly: "Why isn't Zhuang Dafang in that boat?"

"How do I know? Maybe he is fine at all, it's just that you are worried about it." Zhu Laoer's hand began to tremble again. He picked up the wine glass and drank it in one breath. The trembling phenomenon disappeared.

Su Le said: "Song Xuan is still in Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station. He is injured. Should we go over and save him?"

Zhu Laoer stared at Su Le's eyes: "Listen carefully to me. You just pretend that what happened tonight has not happened. Song Xuan's life and death have nothing to do with you and me, and I don't owe others favors."

Su Le said: "Master, what's going on?" He never thought that he would one day be involved in the bloody and cruel revenge.

Zhu Laoer narrowed his eyes: "You don't have to be afraid, just get used to it."

"But I don't understand why someone wants to kill Song Xuan? Why do someone deal with Zhuang Dafang? Why did Song Xuan ask you to rescue him?" At this time, Su Le had too many questions to ask.

Zhu Laoer looked at the wine bottle on the table, and Su Le remembered to pick up the wine bottle and fill the empty glass in front of him.

Zhu Laoer said: "You think you are very good and have a desperate situation when you are poor and destitute. When you come to me, why should I take you in?"

What Zhu Laoer said was exactly what Su Le had always been puzzled.

Zhu Laoer said: "I am not a philanthropist, why do you want to give you free food and accommodation? Why don't you think about it? We both have never met each other, why did you come over from Huinan to find me?"

"Someone left me your phone number." Su Le remembered the old beggar. The root cause of his acquaintance with Zhu Laoer was the phone number left by the old beggar. Now it seems that everything seems to be the deliberate arrangement of the old beggar.

Zhu Lao Er nodded and said, "The person who gave you that phone number is Zhuang Qiong, the current leader of the Beggars' Sect, I once owe him a lot of favors. In June, he suddenly called me and said that if a boy named Su Le came over, I asked me to take it in and teach him some skills."

Su Le picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip: "Why didn't you tell me early in the morning?"

Zhu Laoer said: "I'm too lazy to say that I thought you were so cunning. I had guessed things clearly, but who knew you were so confused."

Su Le said: "But I have only met the leader of the village gang once, why did he help me like this?"

Zhu Laoer said: "You should ask him, maybe you are his lost grandson, maybe you are his son who was secretly born outside. I wonder about this. I have known him for so long, but I have never seen Lao Hua beggar be so good to others..." At this point, he paused: "I think he is not as good as he is to love you."

Su Le said: "What does Zhuang Dafang have to do with him?"

Zhu Laoer said: "He is his grandson!"

Su Le said: "Tonight, the Taidao He Zhan said that Zhuang Dafang fell into their hands, Master. We didn't find him. Do you think he will be in danger?"

Zhu Laoer laughed and said, "Not to mention that Zhuang Dafang is a hundred times more cunning than you. Just Zhuang Qiu's grandson's signature, how many people in the world dare to touch his hair? I think you don't have to worry about it."

Su Le said: "But Song Xuan almost died today."

Zhu Laoer said: "The same thing, his life and death have nothing to do with us. You just think of this incident as a dream. After waking up tomorrow, nothing will be gone."

"Master!"

Zhu Laoer waved his hand impatiently and said, "Don't talk nonsense, finish that glass of wine. Go to bed quickly."

Su Le picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Suddenly, he felt the sky turn dizzy, fell on the table, and fell asleep.

Zhu Laoer looked at Su Le who was asleep. He couldn't help but sigh. He got up and walked out the door to lock the door, and then quickly walked towards the bank of Baihe River.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and the roads on both sides of the Baihe River were already empty. The moonlight poked out from the thick clouds again, and the moonlight shone on the Yongji Bridge across the Baihe River, and the guardrails left mottled light and shadow on the sidewalk.

Xie Yun stood quietly at the bridge head. His eyes were staring at the flowing water under the bridge deck, his expression was deep and solemn. Most of the cigar in his hand had been ignited, and the ashes had accumulated for a long time. Hearing the footsteps behind him, his frowning eyebrows moved. The ashes fell under the trigger of this subtle movement, and were blown away by the night wind before they could land.

Zhu Laoer looked at Xie Yunan's face. Xie Yunan then remembered to take a breath of cigarettes. The fireworks were extinguished, and the outline of his face flickered and darker.

A warm smile appeared on the corner of Xie Yunan's lips: "You are finally willing to see me!"

Zhu Laoer came to him, held the guardrail with both hands, raised his head and looked at the moon, which was once again covered by the clouds: "Is there anything wrong with Zhuang Dafang?"

Xie Yunan shook his head and said, "He is fine. Zhongliang wants to touch him, so I will stop him in time."

"Do you know that Song Xuan was assassinated?"

Xie Yunan sighed: "I just learned about this. Although Wu Jue Killing is from the Xiao Dao Society, I did not send them to do this." Xie Yunan said the truth. The only person who can command Wu Jue Killing in the Xiao Dao Society is their leader Li Xidao. This is also what Xie Yunan thought about but couldn't figure it out. Li Xidao is indifferent by nature and does not like to make enemies everywhere. Is there someone else who planned this assassination?

Zhu Laoer said: "After tonight, I'm afraid the whole world knows that you are an enemy of the Beggars' Sect!"

"Someone is deliberately hurting me!" When Xie Yunan said this, he clenched his fist with his right hand and smashed it hard on the guardrail. His hand hurts very much, and only the pain can make the depression in his heart slightly divert.

"Others don't think so!" Zhu Laoer looked at Xie Yunan, with a little sympathy in his eyes.

Xie Yun'an said: "I'm not that stupid. Even if I hate Song Xuan, I wouldn't use this method to assassinate."

Zhu Laoer said: "What are you going to do?"

Xie Yun'an said: "The Beggars' Sect will not give up on Song Xuan's matter, and Xidao will never be an enemy of the entire Beggars' Sect for me."

Zhu Laoer pursed his lips: "But you have saved his life before!"
Chapter completed!