If you keep making noise, I won’t stand it anymore!

There is an area in the northwest of Fuzhou City, with narrow roads, uneven ground, dilapidated houses of different heights, and crowded and closed. Looking around, you can see all kinds of garbage thrown all over the ground, and the air is filled with a foul smell all year round.

This is a notoriously difficult area in Fuzhou Prefecture, where all kinds of people live. Every city has rich people and poor people. In the most central area of ​​the city, the location is the highest and the people who live there are also the highest status. But here is just the opposite, it is located in a remote area, the environment is dirty and messy, and people who make a living at the lowest level live here.

For several days, the few people who had been the target of the yamen runners' wrath lived in the innermost, most shabby and inconspicuous courtyard of this area. At the beginning of the incident, they hesitated for a moment because they could not leave their two injured brothers behind and never found a chance to leave Fuzhou City.

The only advantage of living here is that you can do things that you can't do in other places in the city. There are many people here who are willing to sacrifice their lives for money. So when Chu Zeming and Feng Yizhen arranged for people to look after the pharmacy, the leader of these people moved here with his people as soon as possible. Money makes the world go round. Although the doctor was not found, someone got them some herbs, and the two injured people were able to save their lives.

The search became more and more strict and the scope became larger and larger. It was only a matter of time before the government came here.

"What should we do, leader?" The brother who was in charge of going out to gather information today couldn't help but ask. There are parents and brothers at home, and no one wants to lose their life here.

"Still haven't found an opportunity?" The leader had lost a lot of weight in the past few days. His robe, which was originally clean and fitted, was now wrinkled and its original color could be seen. It hung loosely on his body. His face looked as if something had sucked the energy out of it. His lips were chapped and dull, and the sound he made seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his throat, and it was terribly low.

The visitor shook his head. The inspections had become more and more strict these days. It could be said that many people were on edge. They all wanted the government to catch the man immediately and restore their normal life. He had been staring at the city gate for nearly two hours, but could not find any chance to sneak out of the city gate, so he was so anxious.

The two of them were speechless, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold. They received the mission on short notice, and it took only five or six days from arriving in Fuzhou to carrying out the mission, which did not give them the time and opportunity to prepare in detail. So now that something went wrong, there was no one to help them.

However, now even if they wanted to, they couldn't pull anyone out. Thinking back to the dozens of people who came with them, now only a few of them were left.

Thinking of this, the leader's face turned even darker.

"Chief, don't worry about us. You should find a way to leave first. Otherwise, if you delay any longer, no one will be able to leave. Cough cough cough..." At this time, a weak voice interrupted.

A thin figure appeared at the door behind the leader, his pale face was bloodless, and his right arm was hanging down limply. That day, Situ Yidong kicked and broke his right arm. Although the internal injuries were not as serious as those of a brother who was still unable to get out of bed, his arm was considered useless.

"Didn't I tell you to lie down and rest? Why are you getting up?" A low, slightly annoyed voice blurted out, "Your task now is to recover from your injuries. You don't have to worry about anything else."

"Why don't I have to worry about it? I know the leader doesn't want to abandon us two, but have you ever thought that we don't want to drag down our brothers!" As he spoke, his voice was already filled with tears: "If all the brothers can't return home just because of us two, we will never be able to rest in peace!"

My husband doesn’t shed tears easily because he hasn’t reached the point of sadness.

As a man, especially a death warrior, I have been taught that men should shed blood but not tears. But when I really face life and death, especially when my brothers who have been through life and death together for many years fall into desperate situations because of my own reasons, that feeling of looking up in the sky with no hope is simply more difficult to accept than killing him.

"Don't think too much. There is always a way out. Your first priority now is to recover from your injuries. Other things can be dealt with later." The leader looked at him and thought for a while, then said in a firm tone. As a leader, he knew that he couldn't just abandon his brothers like that.

The man looked up to the east. The sun had just broken through the clouds, casting a dazzling glow. Slightly to the north of the sun was their long-cherished hometown.

"You stay here, I'll go out and take a look." The leader saw the injured man staggering back to the room and told his companions who had just returned, "It's estimated that the next few days will be more uneasy, so be alert."

What they didn't know was that outside this small courtyard, Situ Yidong had already set up a dragnet with his men, waiting for the right moment to catch the turtle in the jar.

Fat Tiger, relying on the scent of the murderer's collar that Meixiang had desperately torn off, secretly found this courtyard with Situ Yidong two days ago. In order to find out their details and number of people, they have been secretly visiting for two days.

In order to confuse the other party, Chu Zeming and Feng Yizheng both returned to the government office at the same time to continue to take charge, continue to intensify the search, and deliberately guide the government officials to move closer to the area where the murderer is. The two sides cooperated, and in order to eliminate future troubles, they must catch them all in one fell swoop this time.

"Master, I've figured it out." A secret guard quietly sneaked up to Situ Yidong and reported in a low voice.

"How many people are there in total? What are their situations?"

"There are eight murderers in total. Except for the two people who were injured by the young master last time, the other five are outside looking for a chance to leave the city."

"When do the people outside usually come back?"

"According to my subordinates, they will all come back at 1:00 pm in the next few days to gather and exchange information."

"Is the news accurate?"

"It's true."

"Okay, let the brothers get ready, and send someone to the government office to inform the two young masters to start at 15:00 tomorrow."

Situ Yidong, who was so angry that he could no longer hold back his anger, spoke the last few words with extra emphasis, as if he couldn't wait to pounce on the murderer and bite his neck.

God knows how much his heart ached when he saw Meixiang drinking big bowls of bitter medicine as if it were water. Now, whenever he thought of Meixiang's frowning and disgusted expression, his heart would twitch and hurt from time to time.

Fortunately, Meixiang's suffering was not in vain. Most of the toxins hidden in her body have been cleared. Fortunately, although her body is still not very strong, her hands and feet have regained consciousness and can move freely.

But after this incident, Mr. Dou said that her physical foundation was severely damaged, and it was unknown how long it would take for her to recover.