Chapter 21 Section five
"Here, your medicine." Yu Runsheng put a paper bag on the wooden table.
"Thank you. Sit down. I'll treat you to tea." Lei Yi, who was sitting at the table, waved to the empty seat opposite. "Store, make tea!"
Yu Runsheng sat down and looked down at the scene of Shannan Street from the window of the tea shop.It was late afternoon, and people who had finished their day's work wandered among the street shops.
Lei Yi picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, taking a sip of tea.He wasn't wearing an officer's uniform today - two nights ago he alone subdued three robbers who broke into the house and robbed them, but he was also seriously injured in the fight, and he is still on vacation today.
The shopkeeper brings tea. "Shopkeeper, the tea money will be calculated later." Lei Yi said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter. If it's inconvenient, let's count it together next time." The shopkeeper smiled brightly, and there was no flattery in it.Everyone in the city knows that Lei Yi is one of the few honest servants in Piaocheng Gongmen, who never repays his bills for eating and drinking.
Lei Yi cupped his fists at the shopkeeper.Yu Runsheng looked at his hands.The ten fingers are short and thick, and the tips of the nails are deeply embedded in the strong finger muscles.Yu Runsheng knew that such a pair of palms would not be possible without hard work.
"Is the injury almost healed?" Yu Runsheng asked, stretching out his mouth to cool the tea.
"I'll be on duty tomorrow."
"Is it worth it?" Yu Runsheng picked up the tea bowl and drank half of the tea in one gulp. "What do you get for working so hard? Isn't it just a few words of appreciation? Look at those leaders, almost all of them have moved into Tongtai."
"I haven't thought about whether it's worth it or not." Lei Yi's square face became serious. "It's just that there are many things I can't see. I haven't thought about money since the day I became an officer."
"Sometimes, money is not just money." Yu Runsheng wiped his mouth.
"No. To me, money is money. It's just for eating and drinking. Sometimes I look for women, and sometimes I take medicine." Lei Yi reached into his clothes and took out a bunch of copper coins, counting out how many to put. on the table. "Here is the money for medicine."
Yu Runsheng took the copper coins. "My foster brother...what's the matter recently?"
"He was very famous in prison." Lei Yi said: "Everyone called him 'Champion of Boxing'. He killed several people."
"Please take care of him if you can."
"Don't worry. He has won many games in prison, and the prison boss will not treat him badly. Maybe he eats better than you and me in prison."
Yu Runsheng drank up his tea. "Thanks. I'll be the host next time." He stood up, walked down the wooden steps of the tea shop and left.
Yu Runsheng walked on Shannan Street, but he didn't follow the most direct route to Poshili to the east.After a hard day's work at the pharmacy, he always took the long detour home via Anton Street.He loves breaking into this piece of prosperity that doesn't belong to him.
Anton Avenue is like a firefly, only when the sky is getting dark, it will show its vitality and gorgeous brilliance.
Like a lone wolf walking alone on the snow peeping at the bright windows of other people, he looked up at the prostitutes waving on the buildings on both sides of the street, watched the happy expressions of others drinking, and listened to the decadent music and the cheers of the casino.He needs it all to keep a special kind of "hunger" in him.
Yu Runsheng walked to the north end of the street, passed the most terrifying building in the entire city, the "slaughter house", and turned west to the north facing shop.The shop has long been closed.He saw a broken basket left at the corner of the street, full of rotten pears.
There was a forest-like atmosphere left in the empty shop.
The sky was getting worse and worse, and cloudy clouds came from all directions to the top of the floating city.Yu Runsheng stepped out of the shop quickly, and walked across Pingxi Street.
As soon as we entered Poshili slum, it started to rain.
He walked through the maze-like narrow alleys, groaned, cursed, screamed, shouted, and cried, and walked through smoke, rain, fog, mud, broken tiles, and rot, and returned to the front door of his house.
A man stood in front of the door.
Lightning pierced the thick and gloomy sky in an instant.The brief flash of lightning illuminated Di Bin's anxious expression. "Boss, that's bad!"
"Bai Dou, what's the matter?"
"The third brother is gone!"
——Boom!
The thunder just exploded at this moment.The lead cloud seemed to be scattered by a thunderstorm, turning into bean-sized raindrops, which fell to the world from a height of thousands of feet.
late at night.Crazy rain continued to fall from the dark sky, as if it came straight from the lonely universe. Heavy rain washes a blood sacrifice in Pingxi Stone Hutong: The figure shuttles, undulates, and crawls in the dark rain. The light of the knife is flowing, trembling, and even breathing.Perfectly shaped tip, smooth mirror-like ridge, and natural and beautiful etching like stone patterns. Pairs of feet wearing straw sandals, cloth shoes, or even bare feet stepped on the puddles in a hurry, splashing muddy water droplets, making a hoarse sound like the beating of war drums. On the side of the alley is "Toyoshi Takashi" who provoked this battle.In order to welcome Pang Wenying, who will return from the head office in the capital within a few days, the people of "Fengyilong Piaocheng Branch" have high morale and are determined to win brilliant military exploits. The other side is the "butchery" that has dominated the underworld in Piaocheng for more than twelve years.They will never allow rich northerners to gain a foothold in the city.Pingxishi Hutong is a battleground. As long as you keep control of this short street, you can then attack the territory of "Feng Yilong" in Poshili. Mangy Dagui is one of the "slaughterhouse" killers. He and his eight brothers lie in ambush on the north side of the alley, squatting behind the low wall between the chicken enclosure and the alley, and jumping out of the wall at any time to kill into the alley. The heavy rain washed the bodies of the fighters on both sides. There was a muffled thunder. The fight was surprisingly silent.There was no shout of killing.The sound of dozens of legs slamming seems to cancel each other out.The sharp sound of the knife light cutting through the air was melted by the sound of rain.Plasma overflowed from the ruptured skin and flesh tissue, and was quickly diluted by the rain.The slain uttered a low cry. Metal meets flesh.The skins of several people's images were discouraged and collapsed. Mangy Dagui held a steel knife more than three feet long in both hands, and bravely rushed forward inch by inch.no fear.Not even conscious.Only the most primitive survival and killing instincts. Blood spattered on his mangy face.other people's blood.He stuck out his tongue, licked off the stickiness of the blood, tasted the saltiness of the blood, then gritted his teeth and swung the knife forward.The filthy turban fell under the force, revealing his scarred scalp with thinning hair, and what was left of his hair was wet. He swung his knife sharply, and slashed at the left neck and shoulder of the leader of "Toyo Yoshitaka" on the opposite side.broken bones.Meat flies.Blood gushes.Crooked neck. Dagui's knife didn't stop.The blade continued to advance obliquely, cutting into the chest muscle and cutting into the belly.The skin and flesh are turned out, and the subcutaneous fat and intestines are exposed to the damp and cold air. The long knife detached from the right side of the abdomen, completing that brilliant and cruel slash trajectory.Dagui quickly returned the knife, only blocking a hatchet that took the opportunity to attack. The beheaded person's body bent and collapsed at this moment. Dagui's two brothers ran from left to right and pierced the hatchet-wielding attacker's right arm and flank with a knife. The formation of "Feng Yilong" was defeated by this round of fierce attack, and the swordsmen turned and fled one after another.Many of them came from far away from the capital, and they didn't want to die in a different place like Piaocheng. The people from the "butcher's house" hurriedly chased after them, beheading three more people in a flicker of saber light. The defeated soldiers of "Feng Yilong" transferred to Poshili North District. More than 20 people from the "slaughterhouse" chased after them. The losers scattered into the winding streets. The "slaughterhouse" killers did not dare to chase after him. Only Dagui, relying on his familiarity with the streets and alleys of Poshili, still pursued the other leader of "Feng Yilong". After turning three or four corners, the opponent's back was no longer seen.Dagui didn't want to search anymore, because he found that even his most loyal subordinates didn't follow him. "Bah, it's all useless—" Dark corner on the right. Two fierce eyes. A tall and thin figure. Dagui was astonished.The person who suddenly appeared in front of him was not the prey he was chasing just now. But he felt as if he had seen this figure, this kind of look. Eyes like knives. Under the cover of dripping night rain, Dagui couldn't see the face of the visitor.But the eyes came through clearly. Dagui's whole body seemed to be nailed to death by something, and he stood there dumbfounded.is fear.The intense fear comes from the pupil light that shoots like a knife light, they are like invisible demon spirits, tightly entwining every joint of Dagui's limbs. Dagui tried hard to lift the long knife, but his shoulders, arms, elbows, wrists, and fingers all refused to obey. "Ah..." Even the vocal cords in his throat lost their strength. A tall and thin figure full of murderous aura approached. Dagui stared blankly. A piece of something light fell to the slippery ground. Dagui looked down—— This is the last action of his life. Then his head rolled down his chest and landed on his toes. But before he lost consciousness, he still saw clearly: the thing floating on the ground was a gray cloth towel.The rough cloth fibers soaked up rainwater and blood in an instant.
late at night.Crazy rain continued to fall from the dark sky, as if it came straight from the lonely universe. Heavy rain washes a blood sacrifice in Pingxi Stone Hutong: The figure shuttles, undulates, and crawls in the dark rain. The light of the knife is flowing, trembling, and even breathing.Perfectly shaped tip, smooth mirror-like ridge, and natural and beautiful etching like stone patterns. Pairs of feet wearing straw sandals, cloth shoes, or even bare feet stepped on the puddles in a hurry, splashing muddy water droplets, making a hoarse sound like the beating of war drums. On the side of the alley is "Toyoshi Takashi" who provoked this battle.In order to welcome Pang Wenying, who will return from the head office in the capital within a few days, the people of "Fengyilong Piaocheng Branch" have high morale and are determined to win brilliant military exploits. The other side is the "butchery" that has dominated the underworld in Piaocheng for more than twelve years.They will never allow rich northerners to gain a foothold in the city.Pingxishi Hutong is a battleground. As long as you keep control of this short street, you can then attack the territory of "Feng Yilong" in Poshili. Mangy Dagui is one of the "slaughterhouse" killers. He and his eight brothers lie in ambush on the north side of the alley, squatting behind the low wall between the chicken enclosure and the alley, and jumping out of the wall at any time to kill into the alley. The heavy rain washed the bodies of the fighters on both sides. There was a muffled thunder. The fight was surprisingly silent.There was no shout of killing.The sound of dozens of legs slamming seems to cancel each other out.The sharp sound of the knife light cutting through the air was melted by the sound of rain.Plasma overflowed from the ruptured skin and flesh tissue, and was quickly diluted by the rain.The slain uttered a low cry. Metal meets flesh.The skins of several people's images were discouraged and collapsed. Mangy Dagui held a steel knife more than three feet long in both hands, and bravely rushed forward inch by inch.no fear.Not even conscious.Only the most primitive survival and killing instincts. Blood spattered on his mangy face.other people's blood.He stuck out his tongue, licked off the stickiness of the blood, tasted the saltiness of the blood, then gritted his teeth and swung the knife forward.The filthy turban fell under the force, revealing his scarred scalp with thinning hair, and what was left of his hair was wet. He swung his knife sharply, and slashed at the left neck and shoulder of the leader of "Toyo Yoshitaka" on the opposite side.broken bones.Meat flies.Blood gushes.Crooked neck. Dagui's knife didn't stop.The blade continued to advance obliquely, cutting into the chest muscle and cutting into the belly.The skin and flesh are turned out, and the subcutaneous fat and intestines are exposed to the damp and cold air. The long knife detached from the right side of the abdomen, completing that brilliant and cruel slash trajectory.Dagui quickly returned the knife, only blocking a hatchet that took the opportunity to attack. The beheaded person's body bent and collapsed at this moment. Dagui's two brothers ran from left to right and pierced the hatchet-wielding attacker's right arm and flank with a knife. The formation of "Feng Yilong" was defeated by this round of fierce attack, and the swordsmen turned and fled one after another.Many of them came from far away from the capital, and they didn't want to die in a different place like Piaocheng. The people from the "butcher's house" hurriedly chased after them, beheading three more people in a flicker of saber light. The defeated soldiers of "Feng Yilong" transferred to Poshili North District. More than 20 people from the "slaughterhouse" chased after them. The losers scattered into the winding streets. The "slaughterhouse" killers did not dare to chase after him. Only Dagui, relying on his familiarity with the streets and alleys of Poshili, still pursued the other leader of "Feng Yilong". After turning three or four corners, the opponent's back was no longer seen.Dagui didn't want to search anymore, because he found that even his most loyal subordinates didn't follow him. "Bah, it's all useless—" Dark corner on the right. Two fierce eyes. A tall and thin figure. Dagui was astonished.The person who suddenly appeared in front of him was not the prey he was chasing just now. But he felt as if he had seen this figure, this kind of look. Eyes like knives. Under the cover of dripping night rain, Dagui couldn't see the face of the visitor.But the eyes came through clearly. Dagui's whole body seemed to be nailed to death by something, and he stood there dumbfounded.is fear.The intense fear comes from the pupil light that shoots like a knife light, they are like invisible demon spirits, tightly entwining every joint of Dagui's limbs. Dagui tried hard to lift the long knife, but his shoulders, arms, elbows, wrists, and fingers all refused to obey. "Ah..." Even the vocal cords in his throat lost their strength. A tall and thin figure full of murderous aura approached. Dagui stared blankly. A piece of something light fell to the slippery ground. Dagui looked down—— This is the last action of his life. Then his head rolled down his chest and landed on his toes. But before he lost consciousness, he still saw clearly: the thing floating on the ground was a gray cloth towel.The rough cloth fibers soaked up rainwater and blood in an instant.