In the illusion of martial arts, those experiences are illusory.

However, Yang Lin found that his body, musculoskeleton, and every part of qi and blood were freely controlled.

It's like this body, I have been practicing for five years and fighting for three years.

Whether in terms of physical or mental aspects, he is already a qualified "thug".

Yang Lin knew that the wind was very loud in Hangzhou now.

Although I can't feel that strange and dangerous atmosphere at home, I can already guess something from the Yang family's panic posture.

At this time, the most important thing to do is not to show how powerful and wealthy the Yang family is, nor do they need to go around and make friends with powerful people.

The most important thing to do is actually to be low-key.

Chen Lanxin came that day, and no one could see him.

So, what is the truth of the matter?

Can anyone guess it?

If the truth is guessed, how will he deal with the Yang family?

Since the murderer destroyed the Chen family, the officials could still ignore such murder cases, not wanting or arresting them.

Of course, I wouldn't be afraid of the Yang family.

Therefore, the killing of Old Man Chen in front of the Yang family may be both a demonstration or a bait...

If Yang Neng could deceive his conscience and could have a good sleep.

He could ignore these things and remain timid.

But he couldn't do it.

Xianglian, that beautiful girl like water.

The singing seemed to be still lingering in my ears.

Gradually, it turned into shrill wails...

"I really can't do it..."

"I can't do it, I turn a blind eye."

...

Thanks to the time I walked around the streets and alleys, I saw all the scenery of Hangzhou City.

Yang Lin is very familiar with the streets.

Soon, we arrived in Changning Street.

It just got dark.

The alley was already out of reach.

The riots over the past few days have made Hangzhou city darker earlier and as quiet as a huge grave.

Usually, I often saw shops that closed late at night, and closed their doors early, making the surroundings very quiet.

When Yang Lin got here, he was not in a hurry.

Just as the thin light from the window lattices of the house in the distance fell gently, he slowly raised it without a trace of mud and water flowing.

Step by step towards the end of the street.

He knows who he is looking for?

Because no one in this world is a fool...

If you kill someone, you have to throw the body to someone else's door, just like you are afraid that others will not know what big thing you have done.

Provocation must have its purpose.

So, for this purpose.

It is very likely that traps will be set to give people a chance to step in.

Uncle Da is an old world.

Not only did Yang Lin understand the article written by the corpse.

He naturally understood it.

The method that Uncle Da chose is to respond to changes in the same way as constant changes.

Ignore it.

Yang Lin chose to go to Tiger Mountain even though he knew there was a tiger in the mountain.

The other party told himself almost clearly that he was seducing himself, as if a girl with a half-open door was waving there: "Come on, come on, I'll wait for you..."

Since that's the case, he still hesitated.

After walking half of the long street, I heard the noise of shouting and shouting.

A dilapidated mansion came into view, like a black giant beast.

In the lobby inside the house, there are several large butter candles, lit with bright light.

Some people are chatting and laughing, some are cooking meat and drinking wine.

The fragrance wafts, calm and quiet.

In Yang Lin's eyes, there was a tiger's mouth with fangs exposed.

You can see something wrong at a glance.

therefore.

He can only wait.

...

Time passes little by little.

It had just been dark from the sky, from You to Shu, more than an hour passed, and the movements in the house gradually became louder.

Six men with open clothes began to drink and eat meat.

The vigilance in my eyes gradually faded.

Chang had gauze tied around his head, and there were dark red on the sides, which looked a bit funny...

He pinched the pig's front legs with one hand, bared his teeth and bitten his mouth, and touched Paijiu with the other hand, knocking the table with a bang.

"Second brother, do you think anyone will come?" A thin man poured wine for Chang Si a little flatteringly, and his tongue was a little big. "Look, you're idle, you can...can't you?"

The man had a dog skin plaster on the back of his head, and he was obviously injured and not completely healed.

While he was talking, his eyes were uncontrollably aiming at the corner of the wall.

There, the silk lotus tied with his hands and feet tied with hemp ropes and his mouth was rubbing against the ground.

Her beautiful figure twisted like a snake, and her face was covered with tears.

"It seems that the kid is a bad guy and has no courage to go out.

The Yang family will not let Wu Zhongda lead people to trouble us, brothers, please come out."

Chang Si stood up with some disappointment: "I won't beat you anymore, I won't beat you anymore. I'm so lucky tonight. I'll have to eat soup later."

"Pooh!"

A fat man in blue opened his mouth and spit out his mouth full of bone slags. His greasy right hand hit Chang Si's head, "You kid don't look in the mirror, and Brother Zhu didn't say anything. Is it your turn to eat this soup?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two men in green clothes with cold faces came out of the inner room, and the short gun in their hands was inserted into the belt.

Behind him was a strong man with a burly figure wearing a black finger tiger on his hands and a bearded face.

As soon as the strong man came out, he stared at Chang Si with his pair of round eyes and didn't say anything.

"Brother Zhu, please first."

Chang Si felt weak in his heart, his body was half short, and he said with a smile: "My little brother who doesn't have a head soup doesn't care much. As long as the elder brothers are done, they can get some fishy smells from their brothers."

After saying that, he hurried to the corner of the wall, bent down, pulled out the cloth from Xianglian's mouth, and slapped it.

"That day in Deshenglou. If the Yang family hadn't had the tuberculosis attacked me, you would have been my own person long ago. Your father's immortality would not have been beaten to death..."

"Come on, let your brothers come and feel you. Don't you want to go to Shanghai? As long as you make your buddies happy, you will take you to Fangcaotang in Shanghai in two days, and countless people will serve you every day."

Fangcaotang is one of many third-rate prostitutes in Shanghai, and the Qing Gang has many such halls in his hands.

In major cities and villages, they either plunder or lure some girls and build money trees.

"Don't be too rude and scare the little sister." Zhu Shijie frowned and coughed lightly, "Don't you say you are good at singing songs? Let's listen to the song Sifan. If you don't know, you can sing it into a butterfly. If you sing well, you will be gentle."

Xianglian's whole body trembled, and hatred flashed in her eyes.

"You will be retribution."

"Retribution, haha, what is that... many girls have said this, but I have never seen that Funny."
To be continued...