The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

Relying on the fact that the Kowloon Walled City is a place outside the law, Zhao Shanhai led his subordinates to collect money to kill people and set fires. After doing so, he retracted into the walled city, just like a fish in the sea, without punishment at all.

In recent years, Zhao Shanhai has collected a lot of "talents" who have been living in Hong Kong, possessing abilities but desperate, and relying on these desperadoes to help him do everything possible for him to cut off his sons and grandchildren. It is simply a golden sign.

Lin Zhaoming is a wealthy businessman in Hong Kong. It is normal for someone to find Zhao Shanhai if he wants his life. Given Lin Zhaoming's net worth, this ticket will naturally not be cheap, and as a wealthy businessman with a lot of money, bodyguards will follow him in and out on weekdays. Assassinating him is by no means easy. Unless Zhao Shanhai got into the water in his brain, he would find a sijiu with no experience to do this.

Obviously, after Zhao Shanhai has successfully done evil for so many years, the possibility of sudden flooding in his mind is extremely slim. Then there is only one possibility, Chen Jianan was just sent to confuse the audience and serve as cannon fodder for the real killer.

It's just that in the original book, he even succeeded in one fell swoop before the real killer, neither was caught nor left any evidence. It's no wonder that after he finished the vote, he was promoted to the club's club.

Qiao Wen thought of this, and then looked at the feasting youth on the opposite side.

The young man was eating happily, he was completely unaware of everything around him, and he seemed to have completely forgotten what he was doing on this trip. There was nothing like a killer.

Qiao Wen secretly felt funny, and later realized that although relying on the memory of the original body, he could recognize Chen Canan at a glance. But it is precisely because Chen Jianan is too familiar in the memory of the original body, his appearance has nothing to do with beauty and ugliness, as if he is a unique and abstract existence.

At this time, Chen Jianan was wearing a peaked cap with a thick beard around his mouth, which made people look at his true colors unclearly. But I can also see that the eyebrows are dark and the bridge of the nose is straight.

Chen Jianan quickly noticed his gaze, raised his head and asked strangely: Xiao Qiao, what do you always see me doing? "

Qiao Wen laughed and said, "Hao Tsai said you should raise the cost of medicine for me. Do you have to put on a beard and disguise to raise the cost of medicine?"

Chen Jianan felt guilty and cleared his throat and said, "Isn't I going to find someone to borrow it? It looks more mature and stable with a little beard." He said, as if suddenly remembering something, "Aren't there a few of us? After the neighbours left the walled city, did they make money outside? I wondered if there was always some friendship, but before I could say it, a few people shouted poor first, which really annoyed me."

Having said this, he was almost filled with righteous indignation. Two days ago, he ran out to borrow money from those old neighborhoods that he had heard of prospering, but he was ashamed.

At the beginning of the tenement house in the walled city, the relationship between everyone was so good, now seeing him, I can't wait to take a detour.

He gritted his teeth and said: "When I develop in the future, I must slap their faces severely with banknotes."

Qiao Wen smiled and asked: "How do you plan to develop? When a bad guy gambles to sell white noodles?"

Being blocked by him, Chen Jianan suddenly felt a little guilty. He didn't dare to look at his smiling eyes. He just wanted to pinch a burnt macaroni in the entrance and muttered in a low voice: "I won't be a bad boy forever. ."

Qiao Wenxin said, you really won't be a bad boy forever, because you have the ability to be the boss, and then you get shot to death.

He thought for a while and said, "Brother Nan, my body is okay. You don't need to get money anymore. When I get better, I will find a job."

Chen Jianan looked up at him and said, "You should take your time to find a job. I have inquired that even going to the office as a clerk is very hard. Your body can't bear it, don't force it."

Qiao Wen said: "I have a sense of measure."

Speaking and eating slowly, he ate slowly, and after a bit of chewing, Chen Jianan also slowed down in order to keep pace with him. Seeing that although he is still as slow as usual, the amount of food he eats is not too small. It is simply a rare sight, surprised and delighted. A closer look at his pale face, under the nourishment of food, it is clear and clear. A bit of color.

Chen Jianan was happy in his heart. He only felt that Qiao Wen today seemed a little different from usual. As for the difference, he couldn't tell. Anyway, it was a good thing. So he couldn't help grinning, and didn't forget to put his favorite snack in the bowl.

Qiao Wen originally wanted to eat more, but he was really weak in his body. In addition, he was afraid that something might happen if he stayed in the teahouse for too long, so he planned to take advantage of the killer's hand to pull Chen Jianan away first.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said, "Brother Nan, I'm full, let's go back."

"Okay." Chen Canan beckoned to call the waitress to check out. Because he ordered too much, he rummaged through his pockets, plus the few dollars left by Qiao Wen, before he could barely make up for the evening tea.

Poor, the two children are really poor.

Qiao Wen got up, but when he stood still, he was dizzy. Fortunately, Chen Jianan quickly supported him with his eyesight and hands, and complained in his ear: "You said you just got off the ground, why did you run so far by yourself? Fortunately, I met me, or I would fall on the side of the road, and maybe no one would care about you."

Qiao Wen took two deep breaths, and the dizziness only slightly eased.

This body is really too bad.

He waved his hand: "I'm fine, Brother Nan."

While speaking, Yu Guang glanced at the assassin not far away and moved slightly. He turned his head subconsciously, and as expected, the door of the room where Lin Zhaoming was located opened from the inside. First, his outstanding bodyguard walked out at the first glance. He looked around and stood respectfully at the door. It is Lin Zhaoming.

Next to him was Lin Zihui: "Abba, then you go to the bathroom, I'll make you another pot of Biluochun."

"Yeah." Lin Zhaoming patted his son on the shoulder lovingly, turned and walked to the bathroom at the end of the corridor on the left. .

Chen Jianan naturally saw Lin Zhaoming too. He glanced lightly at the back of the man and thought to himself that it was originally his goal tonight. Fortune-telling him, he escaped a catastrophe today.

He curled his lower lip, didn't take his gaze back, no longer cared.

At the same time, the killer sitting in the elegant seat has stood up.

Chen Jianan was ignorant of this, and helped Qiao Wen to go to the top of the stairs, but when he saw the assassin approaching, his heart pounded involuntarily.

He told himself that the plot had changed because of himself, and he quickly left this place of right and wrong.

However, just as the killer passed the two of them, he accidentally ran into Chen Canan who was walking outside. The man obviously didn't care about this little thing, and went on walking without looking back.

Chen Jianan said angrily: "Don't you have eyes?"

His voice is not small, attracting the attention of a few people next to him.

When the killer heard the sound, he turned his head and looked at him coldly with a pair of black eyes. The falcon-like eyes, revealing a fierce murderous intent, made people unconsciously shudder.

If you change to someone else, you will know that it is not a kind of kind when you see this look. However, I don't know if Chen Canan is born with a lack of roots, or is bold and accustomed.

The look the killer looked at was directly regarded by him as a provocation. He lifted his chin and sneered: "Yeah, it's pretty handsome!"

The assassin squinted a little, did not respond, turned and left. Unexpectedly, just before taking a step, Chen Canan stepped forward and grabbed his wrist: "Hey, I haven't apologized yet."

Qiao Wen only felt bad and wanted to bring the goods back.

It's just that the killer moved faster, almost instinctively shook his hand, with great strength, slamming the unsuspecting Chen Canan, just hitting Qiao Wen on his side.

Qiao Wen's body that fell when the wind blows could not withstand the collision. Although Chen Jianan's eyes were quick to hold him, his waist still hit the corner of the table.

Now his skin is as delicate as soft tofu, but with a slight knock, he feels a pain in his heart, he can't help groaning, and tears almost burst out.

Chen Jianan heard this groan, and immediately shouted at the killer who left after he was thrown away: "Fuck!"

He was only planning to give it up with a few words. He hadn't thought of causing trouble, but he bumped into Qiao Wen, who was just getting better, so it was a different matter.

"Brother Nan—" Qiao Wen wanted to stop but it was too late.

Chen Jianan had already let go of him and rushed towards the killer in front of him.

The assassin's reaction is naturally extraordinary. When he notices the person coming, he avoids his attack on one side of his body.

Chen Jianan missed a hit, and quickly folded, punched again and swiped towards the front of the person, swept away from his feet.

The man avoided the front door, but did not hide under his legs.

In the original book, the big villain Chen Jianan is a fist-based home. He studied the eight extremes of the Duan family, and his skills are natural. It’s just that Qiao Wen is in charge of him on weekdays, and it’s not a good thing to show up in places like the Kowloon Walled City, so he only relies on a set of king and eight punches in fights, and never shows people his true ability. This is also the reason why I have been a member of the Forty-Nine Years in Hexing Society for two years, but I haven't made a head start.

But at the moment when the person is outside, he naturally doesn't have to hide and tuck him, as he comes up with two ruthless tricks.

The assassin didn't intend to pay attention to him, but he was almost kicked by his foot, and he was furious.

Because there were tables and chairs all around, the two of them shrank from the thunder and the rain, and they froze, but they kept hitting the tables and chairs next to them screaming and screaming downstairs.

Seeing the battle, the waiter in the tea room didn't dare to step forward and hurriedly called the police.

Such a big movement naturally alarmed Lin Zhaoming and the bodyguards who had quickly walked to the end of the corridor. The bodyguard was obviously experienced. Looking back, he was suddenly alert. He looked at Lin in front of him and pushed to the room next to him: "Mr. Lin, come in!"

Seeing this, the killer knew that he had been exposed, and he didn't want to fight anymore. He threw Chen Canan away, took a Mitsubishi army thorn from his waist, leaped into the air from the seat he turned over, and rushed forward quickly.

Chen Jianan burst into anger, rushed back to Qiao Wen angrily, and asked: "Xiao Qiao, are you okay?"

Qiao Wen clutched the sore spot on his waist and shook his head: "It's okay, let's go."

However, Chen Jianan glanced at the corridor, but suddenly drew a short knife from his waist, gritted his teeth and said: "Wait for me."

On the other end, the assassin had already confronted Lin Zhaoming's bodyguard, and the military assassinations in his hand were all life-threatening.

By this time, Chen Jianan didn't realize that the man who bumped into him, like himself, was a killer sent by Zhao Shanhai. Seeing that he just hit himself and didn't apologize, and now he is still carrying a military stab at the teahouse, it can be seen that he is an extremely evil person, and a sense of justice suddenly rises in his heart.

He let go of Qiao Wen and rushed over.

Lin Zhaoming's tall bodyguard had suffered several injuries and had fallen into the wind. Seeing that the killer was about to unscrew the door beside him, he rushed in to take Lin Zhaoming's life. However, because of Chen Canan’s sudden joining, he blocked the killer’s movements and did not let him break into the house anyway. The two-on-one situation quickly reversed.

Just when it was stuck, the sound of a police car rang downstairs.

The killer waved his hand violently twice, turned around quickly, ran to the side of the window, slammed the window and jumped downstairs to escape.

Chen Jianan wanted to chase, but was pulled by the bodyguard: "Little brother, don't chase." He knocked on the door next to him, "Mr. Lin, it's okay."

The door opened, and Lin Zhaoming, who was leaning on a cane, walked out from inside: "Azheng, where's the killer?"

The blood-covered bodyguard gasped and replied: "I have escaped." He raised his chin to Chen Jianan, "This assassin didn't know where he came from, and his skills were too fierce. If it weren't for this little brother to help, it would be me alone. People, I'm afraid that big things will come out."

Lin Zhaoming heard the words, looked at Chen Canan with a clean expression, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him, and said solemnly: "Thank you little brother, this is my card. Today is my life-saving grace, Lin Certainly will thank you again."

As the killer fled, Chen Canan's anger also fell. At this time, looking at the man with white sideburns in front of him, he finally realized what he had just done.

He took the card and he was speechless for a long while.

"Abba!" Lin Zihui, who was terribly frightened, ran over from nowhere, and tightly grasped Lin Zhaoming's arm.

Lin Zhaoming waved his hand: "Abba is okay."

Lin Zihui asked with lingering fear: "Why would anyone want to kill you?"

Lin Zhaoming was calm and said with a smile: "Every day there are people who want to kill your dad."

When the father and son exchanged their concerns, Chen Jianan had already oiled the soles of his feet and slipped to the place beside Qiao Wen who was waiting for him.

I wanted to pull Qiaowen to run downstairs, but it turned out that the opponent's body couldn't run at all, so he shortly picked him up, and quickly jumped downstairs while the tea room was still in chaos.

He jumped out of the gate and looked around, and saw that the door was messy, no one paid attention to them, and he hurried into the night with a smoke behind his back.

Qiao Wen, who was lying on his back, recovered from the chaos just now, and couldn't help but sigh in secret.

The plot has changed completely. Not only did this guy fail to become a murderer, but he also prevented the real killer from becoming Lin Zhaoming's lifesaver.

It was indeed a trouble.

Zhao Shanhai should blow his dog's head.