Siheyuan: How dare I mess with a man who is an expert in men's health?

Zhu Daqiang narrowed his eyes, covered Yi Zhonghai's mouth again, and said sinisterly:

"Oh, you're pretty tough, huh? Then I'll stab you and throw you into the pit.

If you make it through, we'll write it off.

Xiao Qiang, let this old man bleed, otherwise he will think we are vegetarians."

Zhu Xiaoqiang hated Yi Zhonghai so much that he just wanted to vent his anger. He took out a dagger and with a fierce look in his eyes, he was about to stab Yi Zhonghai in the stomach.

Yi Zhonghai's heart was pounding. Although he still suspected that the two men were trying to scare him, he didn't dare to take the risk. He only had one life, so he nodded hastily in fear.

"and many more!"

Zhu Daqiang stopped his brother in time and asked, "Are you willing to write it? This is your last chance."

Yi Zhonghai nodded in horror, and felt a little scared when he saw the big fool retract the dagger with some regret.

Are these two really desperate criminals? He really couldn't tell that they were acting, especially the big guy, who looked like he was about to stab someone and seemed a little excited.

Yi Zhonghai was released, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll write it, but since we are in the same boat, you have to sign and put your fingerprints on it. If you don't agree to this, you can kill me."

Zhu Daqiang stared at Yi Zhonghai for more than ten seconds before nodding and answering, "Okay, I'll write it. My brother can't even write, so there's no need."

Yi Zhonghai could only honestly write a letter of authorization, stating that he had hired Zhu Daqiang to investigate Cao Anping, and that he wanted to retaliate against Cao Anping and planned to break one of his legs. This could be considered a confession.

After both of them signed and put their fingerprints on it, Zhu Daqiang put the two pieces of paper away and said with a smile:

"Master Yi, you are a smart man, so I won't say much. Go and raise the money as soon as possible.

We are leaving now. I will give you the rope. You can untie it yourself."

After the two men disappeared into the darkness, Yi Zhonghai fumbled to untie the ropes that bound his legs.

Yi Zhonghai touched his forehead, which was covered with cold sweat. He always planned things behind the scenes and had never faced danger so directly.

He somewhat regretted spending money to hire people from society to investigate Cao Anping. They were so unreliable.

The fifth master who was in the black market had just sold him the information and then got involved with Cao Anping.

He asked Ma Ye to introduce two tight-lipped people to follow Cao Anping, but they ended up tying themselves up.

He was also forced to hand over the evidence. Although the other party would be in trouble if it was exposed, it is also a huge hidden danger.

Yi Zhonghai was considering whether to report to the police directly and then say that he was forced to write it.

But thinking that only the dwarf had signed and put his fingerprints on it, if the big fool escaped, he would probably fight him to the death with his viciousness.

Yi Zhonghai sighed and thought: "I'd better give the money first and see if I can get it back. If they take the money and want to hold me responsible, I'll have to turn the table over."

But we did get some useful information at last. It was estimated that Cao Anping had some special identity. He was either a special personnel of the country or a spy.

Also, he might be quite skilled in martial arts. The two brothers actually said that he was a hidden master. Could he be the kind of martial arts master described in the storybooks?

He regretted getting involved with Cao Anping. Cao Anping was a person with a special identity, and it would not be a good thing for an ordinary person like him to be involved.

Don't think that just because he is a liaison officer or a person in charge, he will report everything. Yi Zhonghai is not the kind of person who gets carried away by hot-bloodedness.

Yi Zhonghai always puts his own interests first. If there were no hidden dangers, he might even think about making meritorious contributions.

But the water here is obviously a bit deep, so he has to consider whether it is worth the risk.

He muttered to himself, "Jia Zhang fell down, Sha Zhu fell down, Sha Zhu got sick for no apparent reason, the deaf old lady fell down and got a stomachache, this...

Also, I was pricked with silver needles in the black market, silver needles, doctors..."

"Sigh~"

Yi Zhonghai took a breath of cold air. Although he had suspected it before, now considering the information he had received, it seemed that this was a connection.

He was 100% sure that all these things were done by Cao Anping. He was too cruel.

But he had a new doubt, 'Remember when I went to the black market, Cao Anping hadn't moved into the yard yet, so why did he attack me?

Could it be that we have some deep hatred, and he insisted on moving into Yard 95 just to take revenge on me?

I only know that Cao Anping is good at men's medicine, so I have to find out if he is also good at acupuncture.'

Yi Zhonghai shivered with cold before he came to his senses. He finally calmed down, threw away the rope in his hand, and hurried towards the courtyard.

When he reached the door, he straightened his clothes, rubbed his swollen cheeks, and then entered the yard.

Yi Zhonghai walked towards the central courtyard with his head down, but unexpectedly, Yan Bugui's door was opened.

Yan Bugui came out with his body bent, complaining, "I said, Lao Yi, you made me wait for you.

You took so long to come back after going out. You should have explained clearly that you were going to the bathroom. I was left standing in the cold wind at the door for two or three minutes."

Yi Zhonghai then remembered that he seemed to have asked Yan Bugui to wait for him.

He said stiffly, “I’m constipated.

Stop talking nonsense and give me the money. You can earn small amounts of money, but don’t think about making some money.”

Yan Bugui retorted: "Old Yi, why are you talking like you have taken gunpowder?

I don't have any plans. There were so many people watching at the meeting, and everyone returned their money. I'm the only one who lent you money to donate. Who would believe that?

I said, why are you in such a hurry? I was planning to give it to you tomorrow, and you are threatening me. We need to talk it over.

"Huh? No, what's wrong with your face, Lao Yi?"

Yan Bugui moved closer, but the light was dim and he couldn't see clearly. Why did Yi Zhonghai's face look like a palm print?

Yi Zhonghai instinctively took a step back and said unhappily, "You're constipated, your face is red, and the weather is cold, why don't you try it?

Why are you talking so much? Give me the money now. Aren't you cold in the middle of the night?"

Yan Bugui was a little suspicious, but seeing that Yi Zhonghai was about to lose his temper, he could only return the five dollars reluctantly.

Yi Zhonghai took the money and turned away without saying a word. All he was thinking about now was what to do next.

If Yan Bugui hadn't called him, he would have probably forgotten the five dollars.

If Yan Bugui knew about this, he would probably slap himself twice.

When Yi Zhonghai returned home, Auntie was still awake. Seeing the red slap marks on her husband's face, which was still a little swollen, she asked nervously:

"Old Yi, what's wrong with you?

Did you encounter any criminals? Should we report to the police?"

The aunt didn't think anyone in the yard would dare to hit Yi Zhonghai, so she thought he met a criminal while going to the toilet.

Yi Zhonghai sighed and said, "It's a bit complicated, so just ignore it. Go get some snow and apply some ice to me. I hope the swelling will go down by tomorrow."

A little blushing is explainable, but if it's swollen like a slap mark, I would be too embarrassed to see anyone.

The old lady didn't dare to ask any more questions. She found a piece of cloth with a worried look on her face and went to the door to get the snow.

Yi Zhonghai sat alone at the dinner table. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt a sense of depression in his heart that he couldn't get rid of.

He is in his forties, and except for the time when he worked in the notebook factory, he has never suffered such a great injustice.

His heart was roaring wildly, 'I will take revenge, and you will all die miserably!'

"hiss!"

An old lady put an ice pack made of rags on his red and swollen cheek, and Yi Zhonghai shivered from the cold.

Finally, he came to his senses and quickly suppressed the idea of ​​fighting to the death.

But I have made up my mind to take revenge. Since you are hiding so deeply, I will just wait for the opportunity.