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Qian Dahan did not cut off the entire finger, but instead cut off the first joint of the middle finger of his left hand.

He didn't cut it himself. Zhou Jianhong hit the dagger with a hammer, and then the power of the hammer completed the cut and oath.

At that time, Qian Dahan covered his finger and Zhou Jianhong rode a bike to take him to the hospital.

"It must be very painful, right?" Xue Ming shook his head without feeling any regret.

For people like this who attempt to subvert the country, it would be too easy for them to be torn into pieces, let alone have a finger knuckle cut off.

"It's already chaotic enough, and you guys are making it worse. You deserve it."

Xue Ming shook his head, picked up his bicycle and left the space, riding home to sleep.

At first, he always rode his bike on side roads or into small alleys in residential areas to make sure he was not being followed.

After going through three or four neighborhoods and making sure there was no one following me, I started to increase my riding speed.

I walked to the vicinity of Guandi Temple, stopped the car and looked at the temple in the dark, thinking of Guan Erye whose sword was exploded.

"Master Guan appeared and blessed me to live a normal life sooner."

Xue Ming felt the need to speed up, so he got off the bike, turned it around, and headed straight for the home of the contact person, Bi Zhengfang.

I arrived at the Bi family’s door and raised my hand to knock on it.

Bi Zhengfang's sons live in other residential areas. His wife passed away long ago, and he is the only one left at home.

When he heard a knock on the door in his sleep, he sat up from the bed, took out the pistol under the pillow, turned on the safety, and got out of bed in the dark.

The knocking on the door continued, coming from outside the yard.

Bi Zhengfang tiptoed out of the house, walked cautiously to the gate, leaned against the courtyard wall, and held the gun tightly in his hand.

"Stop hiding, I'm Xue Ming, open the door for me."

"Little bastard, whose father are you?"

When Bi Zhengfang recognized Xue Ming's voice, he became furious. He turned off the safety of his pistol and opened the door angrily.

"You little bastard, why are you still not asleep so late? What do you want to do?"

"Okay, I'll go back to bed."

"Come back you."

Bi Zhengfang dragged Xue Ming into the yard, locked the gate, and pulled Xue Ming into the main room.

He lit the kerosene lamp, picked up the wick with the tip of a needle, and said through his back teeth, "Kid, you have something to do in the end."

Xue Ming threw him a cigarette and asked, "Have you ever heard of the oath of allegiance?"

Bi Zhengfang was stunned. In ancient times, there were people and things that swore an oath.

The ancients believed that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and cutting off one's own fingers and giving them to the other person is the best way to show loyalty.

The Japanese like to play this kind of trick, especially those social people in the future world.

If you violate the rules of the gang or cannot repay your debt, you will have to cut off a finger to pay off the debt.

Xue Ming said: "The old general, the head of the enemy spies, fell into our trap and suspected that Qian Dahuan was bribed by us.

So Zhou Jianhong was ordered to hold Qian Dahan's hand and make him swear an oath. Qian Dahan has been sent to the hospital for treatment.

Bang! Bi Zhengfang slammed the table angrily. "What are you talking about? It was all your idea. I fell for your trick."

Bi Zhengfang was furious. At noon today, he finally figured out Xue Ming's evil plan.

It turned out that it was not a show of force to scare the enemy, but a borrowed knife to kill Qian Dahan.

"My dear child, how can you have such a vicious mind at such a young age?"

"Vicious? Don't make political mistakes. The enemy agents should be more vicious than them."

With a bang, Xue Ming also slammed the table.

"Hey you! How dare you slam the table in front of me?" Bi Zhengfang was stunned.

After a long time, Bi Zhengfang felt a headache, lit a cigarette and sighed.

Xue Ming smiled and said, "Old Bi, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand. I understand." Bi Zhengfang smiled bitterly and said, "Starting tomorrow, I will send people to visit all hospitals in the provincial capital and secretly investigate those with cases of severed fingers."

"You are really smart. I admire you." Xue Ming stood up and prepared to leave.

"Don't leave yet." Bi Zhengfang stopped Xue Ming and put his pistol in his hand: "Use it for self-defense, so don't be impulsive."

Xue Ming put the gun in his pocket, scratched his head and said, "Give me a document that allows me to shoot legally. If I encounter danger, I can shoot myself without any responsibility."

"Get lost! Where is there such a document?" Bi Zhengfang opened the door to see the guest off.

"Haha, I hope you live to 101 years old." Xue Ming patted his shoulder, held his head high and pushed the cart away.

Bi Zhengfang locked the yard door and the house door, lay on the bed looking at the roof, and after a moment he smiled with relief.

"Although this kid is unruly, he can always think of ways to solve problems."

Since the enemy spies have the rule of cutting off fingers and taking an oath, we should go to the hospital to retrieve all the medical records of severed fingers and secretly investigate all those who are missing fingers.

Some people were injured accidentally, some were determined to be innocent, and these people were enemy spies.

Xue Ming returned home and looked at his watch. It was already 9 o'clock in the evening. The house was quiet and the light was still on in the bedroom.

Zhao Xue held the child and rocked him gently; the shadows of mother and child were reflected on the window.

Xue Ming stood by the window, quietly looking at their shadows, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

At this moment, the door opened a crack, and the muzzle of a gun was aimed at Xue Ming: "Brother?"

Xue Ming was stunned and said, "It's me, go to sleep."

"Brother is back, come in quickly." Niu Guoxing hurriedly turned off the safety of his pistol, opened the door to the main room and invited his brother in.

"You've worked hard, go to sleep." Xue Ming patted his shoulder.

He opened the door and entered the bedroom, then took his son away from his wife's arms: "Xiaoxue, you've worked hard too."

"Hubby, have you eaten yet? There are some leftovers at home. I'll go heat them up for you."

"I have already eaten."

Xue Ming held his son and walked slowly around the house.

Half an hour later, the son finally fell asleep. Xue Ming put his son on the bed and turned off the light.

The couple slept in each other's arms, slept until dawn, got up to eat and then went to work.

Riding on Truck No. 2 to Wanshe Mountain, Xue Ming parked his bicycle outside the captain's shed.

He heard someone calling him from behind, and turned around to see Li Lihai and Zhou Jianhong.

Li Lihai said, "Brother Xue, Lao Qian's hand was injured last night, so he asked me for a three-month long vacation."

"Ouch, are your bones hurt?" Xue Ming pretended to be surprised.

Zhou Jianhong showed sadness on his face, shook his head and said: "The finger was broken. He was chopping wood with an axe and it hit his hand."

"Oh, my God, let's find some time to visit Lao Qian." Xue Ming suggested sincerely.

Li Lihai nodded and said, "I think so too. After work tomorrow morning, the three of us brothers will go to the hospital to visit him. After all, we are all friends."

"Okay! Brother Li, Lao Zhou, what gifts do I need to prepare?" Xue Ming took out a pen and a diary from his pocket.