A car accident, our family of three crossed

"Master Wan, no!" The jailer blocked the prison door and tried to stop them from entering. "If someone dies, we can't afford it!"

This student, Hang, looked weak and frail. He was really worried that Wan Baolu would not be gentle enough when attacking him. After all, he had just spoken up for him.

"You are such a rebel! How dare you block my way?" Wan Baolu kicked the jailer. "You don't want this job anymore, right?"

The jailer began to feel a little embarrassed when he heard this. He had elderly parents and young children to take care of. If he lost this job, his family would have to live in poverty. He couldn't help but look back at Hang Shuheng with an apologetic look.

Hang Shuheng stood up and brushed off the dust on his body, cracking his knuckles and making a crackling sound, "Sir, don't be embarrassed, just let them in. I'm just worried that I don't have a chance to stretch my muscles."

Wan Baolu saw this behavior as a provocation, and he was immediately furious. He kicked the jailer who was blocking his way away and rushed in first: "Mr. Hang, what I hate most is your attitude of pretending to be calm about everything. Let's see how you can pretend from now on."

He signaled to the followers behind him, "Go ahead."

Hang Shuheng seemed to have it all figured out. The old man lay there like a sleeping arhat, watching the fun. "Bah, what's the point of using numbers to bully the few?"

Wan Baolu didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said to the old man with gritted teeth: "Don't be so proud, old man, you will be the next one."

Several followers lined up and confronted Hang Shuheng. One of them roared, and several people rushed forward immediately, trying to subdue Hang Shuheng.

At this moment, the onlookers could not help but sweat for Hang Shuheng, but their worries were destined to be in vain. In his previous life, Hang Shuheng was trained several times every year, and he had already developed sharp reactions and agility, which was more than enough to deal with these little minions.

Before Wan Baolu had time to feel proud, several of his followers were knocked to the ground. He looked at the followers lying all over the ground, and then looked at Hang Shuheng, feeling somewhat unbelievable.

"This, how is this possible..."

The constables looked at each other in bewilderment when they saw this. They had not expected that this scholar, who looked gentle and refined, could be so clean and efficient in action. They thought that they had been constables for many years, and if they really fought with him, they might not be able to gain the upper hand.

"Oh my! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

The old man next door was so happy watching the show that he sat up and clapped his hands. The more he watched, the more he liked the young man!

Seeing that he couldn't get any advantage, Wan Baolu was moving towards the door step by step, intending to escape.

How could Hang Shuheng let him go so easily? He quickly blocked the door before he could escape and said, "Master Wan, now that you are here, don't leave in a hurry!"

"What do you want to do?" Wan Baolu retreated fearfully and threatened: "If you dare to touch a hair on my head, I will make your wife and children die miserably..."

There was a flash of murderous intent in Hang Shuheng's eyes, "In that case, you can't leave." He turned around, closed and locked the cell door, and took out the key and put it away.

While Hang Shuheng had his back to him, Wan Baolu pulled out a dagger from his boots and stabbed him. Everyone who saw Wan Baolu's action felt nervous.

"Bah! A sneak attack from behind is not a martial ethics." The old man was afraid that Hang Shuheng would not be able to react in time, so he reminded him.

It happened in a flash. Hang Shuheng seemed to have eyes on his back. He moved to the side, grabbed Wan Baolu's wrist, and turned around to get behind him.

The reversal of the ending happened in just a moment. By the time everyone reacted, the dagger was already at Wan Baolu's carotid artery.

Wan Baolu was restrained and could not help struggling, but Hang Shuheng whispered in his ear: "Master Wan, I advise you not to act rashly, otherwise my hand will shake and cut your carotid artery. That would be bad."

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. We can talk it out. Don't shake your hands." Wan Baolu cherished his life very much and immediately admitted his fear: "If you let me go, I promise not to cause trouble to your wife and children."

"Hmph! You have no credibility at all. I don't trust you." Hang Shuheng said as he pressed the dagger tightly against Wan Baolu's skin.

The cold touch magnified the fear in his heart several times. "Don't, don't, don't be impulsive. I, I mean what I say. I, I can swear an oath..."

Hang Shuheng sneered and said, "If oaths were useful, there would be no evil people in this world."

"No, no, no, what do you want me to do in order to make you trust me? I will do it..." Wan Baolu stiffened his body, fearing that he would accidentally get a bloody cut on his neck.

"Hang Tongsheng, don't be impulsive. We can discuss everything."

Seeing the stalemate, the detectives with knives began to persuade them. Although it was satisfying to see Wan Baolu frightened into such a cowardly state, they would not be able to explain to the county magistrate if something happened to him under their noses.

Zhang Cuiju, who had been hiding in the corner to reduce her presence, threatened timidly: "Cousin, if you dare to hurt the young master, Master Wan and the county magistrate will not let you go..."

Before she could finish her words, Wan Baolu yelled at her, "Shut up, you idiot. What does a bitch like you have to do with anything?" Her life was still in the hands of Hang Shuheng. Zhang Cuiju, this idiot, actually dared to threaten him. What should she do if she angered him and her life was in danger?

Zhang Cuiju was yelled at so much that she dared not say a word. On the other side, Constable Wang analyzed the pros and cons: "Hang Tongsheng, even if you can successfully escape from the prison by kidnapping Master Wan, the case against you will not be closed, and you will still be treated as a fugitive. You are familiar with the law and should understand what this means."

"Yeah! So it seems like a dead end." Hang Shuheng sighed, approached Wan Baolu and said, "How can we solve this problem, Master Wan?"

"Po, Po, you tell me what to do, and I, I promise to do it." Wan Baolu made assurances again and again, saying that nothing was more important than his life.

"In that case, you should write a statement in person to prove that my theft of your family secret manual was pure slander, then sign and seal it, and send it to the county government to close the case."

"I'll write, I'll write. I'll write whatever you say." Wan Baolu nodded and started to pound garlic. He shouted to the jailer, "Quickly bring me pen, ink, and paper..."

"Ugh! This..."

The jailer looked at the locked door in embarrassment, and Hang Shuheng understood and threw the key out. The jailer took the key and opened the door, and quickly prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Hang Shuheng held Wan Baolu and read out the words one by one, asking him to write it down. After writing a testimony, Hang Shuheng glanced at it and found the handwriting was very ugly, like chicken scratched, but fortunately it was still understandable.

"Make another copy."

With the dagger at his neck, Wan Baolu dared not disobey and copied it again as he was told. Hang Shuheng nodded with satisfaction and asked him to sign.

"I've finished writing. Can you let me go now?" Wan Baolu asked cautiously.