The palm wind hits, and the middle-aged man doesn't hide or avoids it, which seems to have the meaning of interrogating one thing or another.

It is more likely that he is preparing to slapped Liao Wenjie's aura so as not to get stuck in the future and even if he is like a dog skin plaster.

I saw his waist sinking, his center of gravity landing on the lower plate, his waist and shoulders remained as if he was still as a mountain. He punched his right hand and his left hand, and then he drew the lower half circle in front of him.

Bang!

With one move, the iron sand palm tilted, and was easily split by the middle-aged man.

Liao Wenjie tried 70% of his strength. Seeing that his palm was empty, he not only did not immediately withdraw it, but instead shot out all the remaining three. At the same time, the center of gravity was raised, the waist and hips were as the axis, and the sideways deflected to drive the whip legs to slash down.

Powerful King Kong Legs!

The palms and legs changed their moves, and the flowing water was unrestrained. The middle-aged man heard the wind howling of his legs, and he thought to himself that he had a trouble, and drew his palm to meet the whip legs.

The moment he touched, he pressed Liao Wenjie's leg bone with his five fingers tightly on his right fist and slapped the back of his left hand.

Feng Qingyun Dan's two moves can easily remove the strength of the Vajra's legs, making it difficult for him to make it more difficult.

"It's over when the click is over."

"I don't think so."

While speaking, Liao Wenjie shot two red belts with his trouser legs and wrapped around the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man pointed his toes on the ground, his body was as light as a swallow, and he retreated for several meters until his body was against the second door of the morgue.

In sight, Liao Wenjie held his legs and stood on the ground, and two red bands wrapped in bunches of red lines were like snakes. He retreated to his trouser legs and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

What kind of Taoist technique is this?

If it is the use of mental power, middle-aged men can understand it, but how wide the legs of the trouser are, where is the red rope hidden?

"I guess I already knew it when I checked my files. However, I should have officially introduced it for the first time today. My surname is Liao and Wenjie, and I can just call me Ajie."

“…”

"Senior, just call me Ajie."

Seeing the middle-aged man silent, Liao Wenjie couldn't help but look puzzled: "Senior, why don't you speak?"

“…Feng Si.”

"So it's the fourth uncle, he's polite."

"Just don't have Uncle Feng."

The fourth uncle and others think they are relatives when they hear about it!

Uncle Feng's face was very helpless at Liao Wenjie's face when he hit the snake and hit the stick. His name was reported and he continued to hide his face. It was meaningless to raise his hand to take off the medical mask.

Liao Wenjie:(one`1)

If you read that right, this face is so three-point similar to Uncle Jiu.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with me?" Uncle Feng asked cautiously when he saw Liao Wenjie's strange eyes.

"I don't see Uncle Feng's eyebrows are like a knife and a cut-out eyes are like tiger eyes. He is handsome and majestic, he must be a righteous and steadfast person. I yearn for making friends with you."

"Brother Jie, it turns out that you can speak human language!"

Zhou Xingxing widened his eyes. When he first met, Liao Wenjie never praised him like that.

"Shut up, I'm talking to Uncle Feng!"

Liao Wenjie patted Zhou Xingxing's face, which he had come up without waiting for Uncle Feng to refuse, and took out two steps forward, unzipped the top, and took out a gold sword made of thirty-six copper coins.

"Small meaning, nothing!"

"What does it mean if you don't mean?"

"I saw Uncle Feng openly and honest, and I felt very impressed. As the saying goes, a sword is given to a hero, I hope I won't refuse."

Liao Wenjie smiled faintly. Looking at Uncle Feng’s face, you will know that he is not only a story, but also a plot person, and he will have a cause and effect on everything he says.

"No, you and I meet by chance, I can't afford such a great gift." Uncle Feng pushed away the money sword and refused to accept it.

"Uncle Feng, take a closer look, this is not an ordinary copper coin."

Liao Wenjie raised the gold sword and pointed at the eight words on both sides of the copper coins: "Money can drive away ghosts, money can help the gods. You are a consignee, so I won't explain."

Uncle Feng: “…”

Looking at Jin Qian Jian, he didn't speak, his eyes were hot, and he stretched out his left hand tremblingly, pressing his right hand that was not obeying the command of his brain.

You can't take it, you'll fall into the trap if you take it!

"Uncle Feng, this is an innate copper coin, a treasure that is hard to find in the world."

Liao Wenjie added in a low voice: "I took a lot of effort to get it. If you don't want it, I can only give it to other people in the big association."

“Give them a waste!”

Uncle Feng gritted his teeth, took the money sword, looked up and down at Liao Wenjie, and sighed: "After all, you are the first-class chess game. I can't refuse, tell me, where to eat."

...

Hotel private room.

Zhou Xingxing started the second round. His fullness a few hours ago did not affect his appetite at all. At the same time, he did not forget to prick up his ears and listen to Liao Wenjie and Uncle Feng’s conversation.

Uncle Feng is not a local police force. He has been stationed in the island "Dongpingzhou" in the northeast of the New Territories for many years. He was invited by his friends in the police circle to investigate a case.

When he was young, Uncle Feng was also a rookie in the police industry. He caught thieves quickly and solved cases quickly.

Unfortunately, he is too upright, one is one, two is two, and he does nothing and offends people faster than solving cases. His superiors are afraid of taking the blame, so he transferred several positions in succession and threw him into the fishing village.

This is similar to Zhou Xingxing, but Uncle Feng has Taoist techniques to be with him. Things are precious because they are rare. No matter how far they are, their superiors will pay attention to such a person.

As for Zhou Xingxing, if he was demoted to a small fishing village, he would probably have to be with the sea breeze all his life.

However, Zhou Xingxing was not panicked. When he was fighting alone undercover, no one could compare to him in Hong Kong Island. He was very talented and his superiors were reluctant to throw him to the island to stand guard.

"Lin Dayue's case, including Wang Baiwan, who was killed before, was all done by the same killer..."

Uncle Feng talked about the recent investigation of the case. He was with a case of zombies transporting drugs. He found that there was a large number of overseas forces hidden behind it. The more he investigated, the more strange things, the more professional killers he was supported by this group of forces.

"They only accept orders from rich people, ask for high prices, take few moves, and act very low-key. If it weren't for a mistake, I wouldn't be able to connect the two."

"Uncle Feng, the last time I was with Superintendent Huang, West Kowloon, the person who refused to see me should be you."

“…”

Uncle Feng didn't say anything, he made a promise.

"I don't understand. As far as I know, there is a monk association in Hong Kong. Not to mention that there are many people, but the size is also a force. How could a mouse outside sneak in and cause trouble?" Liao Wenjie asked with a question.

"Ajie, do you really don't know, or pretend you don't know?"

"Ah, what do I know?"

Liao Wenjie was stopped and looked at Uncle Feng's slightly contemptuous eyes, as if undercurrents were surging, and he had some of his contributions.

It's too irritating. He has not even been through the journey for half a year. Even the butterfly wings cannot blew such a strong wind.

It's almost the same for Lyon, that guy...

Wait, Lyon!

"Uncle Feng, shouldn't..."

Liao Wenjie's eyes twitched, thinking of a possibility: "Is it because of the accidental death of that senior expert, which caused these mice to become more courageous, so they became more and more unscrupulous?"

"Just you know."

Uncle Feng nodded seriously: "Master Yun Su has strong magic power and is one of the best masters in Hong Kong. His sudden death not only affected the stability of the association, but also made some ambitions of wolfs and ambitions ready to move, especially in the past two years, it was very uneasy."

What a cheat!

Liao Wenjie widened his eyes. No wonder he always avoided him whenever he met someone with some Taoism. In love, Lyon was not a person who hated dogs, but a supreme state where heaven and earth hate evil.

However, this also proves from the side that Lyon is very evil. This guy talks and says that a big man has died. Later, it also triggers a series of vicious changes, allowing a bunch of people to follow him to wipe his butt.

It’s not okay if you don’t agree.

"Uncle Feng, I'm sorry, why don't you..."

Liao Wenjie made a knife with his palms and pressed down hard.

At this moment, he had a firm stand, stood on the side of the righteous, and would never be with the treacherous and slanderous people.

“It’s so wasteful.”

"What?"

“It’s so wasteful…”

Uncle Feng was silent for a while and said slowly: "First of all, Priest Yun Su did not blame anyone before his death, but only said that he went astray. Secondly, everyone thought it would be better to keep such an evil thing, and maybe they would use it someday."

Simply put, although I wish I could kill Lyon, everyone agreed that for such a weird thing as Broom Star, they can't be the only one who is cheated and asked everyone to share it together.

Liao Wenjie scratched his head and asked after a while: "Uncle Feng, tell me the truth. I am now drawing a clear line with Lyon. Is it still too late to know this person?"

"Eat food, come, eat food."
To be continued...