Fisherman Hearing this roar, his legs and feet were so frightened that he knelt on the ground.
He tremblingly raised his hands in surrender:
"Don't... don't shoot, brother, I'm just an old man fishing by the lake, I didn't do anything!"
"Damn it, Fisherman why are you running so fast? Are you a rabbit?"
The person who made the roar was a strong man with a sinewy face. He walked forward quickly, picked up the butt of the gun in his hand, and hit Fisherman on the head.
"Ouch!"
Fisherman screamed in pain, held his head with both hands, and curled up into a ball.
The strong man ignored the guy's whining and turned his head viciously, glaring at Fang Cheng who was standing aside, seemingly stunned.
At the same time, the other two people moved very quickly, holding rifles in both hands, and quickly surrounded them, trapping Fisherman and Fang Cheng in a fan shape.
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the heads of the two men, and their eyes were equally full of vigilance and ferocity.
Fang Cheng was extremely calm at this time, observing every move of these people calmly.
Judging from their slightly panicked expressions and messy clothes, it was obvious that they had encountered a lot of trouble in the mountains.
It is very possible that he is a gangster with human lives on his hands.
"Brothers, I am short-sighted!"
Fisherman's forehead was hit with a bloody gash, and blood slowly flowed down his cheek.
But he didn't dare to open his eyes at all, he just closed them tightly, his face full of fear, and he begged repeatedly:
"I didn't see what you looked like just now, please let me go. I promise, I won't recognize you after I leave here..."
"Stop talking nonsense, what were you muttering about there just now? Are you trying to tell someone something?"
The strong man was unmoved and still pointed the gun at him and interrogated him sternly:
"Tell me, who are you from? Are you an informant planted by Black Wolf, or are you from another gang? If you don't tell me, I will shoot you two!"
"It's unfair, we are all good citizens!"
Seeing that the other party seemed to have misunderstood him as an accomplice of the gangster, Fisherman was so anxious that he almost burst into tears and quickly defended:
"I was fishing here and he was passing by while running. We are all ordinary people and have nothing to do with any gangs. We just stood here chatting for a while."
Another man held a rifle, stared at Fang Cheng, who was strong and looked obviously more suspicious, and asked in a low voice:
"Boy, why don't you speak? Are you scared Stunned, or are you still mute?"
As he spoke, he thrust the muzzle of the gun forward and put it directly on Fang Cheng's forehead.
Facing the dark and cold muzzle of the gun, Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of Danger's light flashed through his pupils.
Just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, gunfire was about to break out.
Suddenly there was a burst of noisy footsteps in the distance, accompanied by a faint shout:
"Over there, chase me quickly!"
When this voice came, the expressions of these originally fierce-looking guys suddenly changed, and they immediately looked at each other.
"Oops, they're catching up again!"
A gangster blurted out, his voice a bit panicked.
The strong man gritted his teeth and his eyes were fierce, as if he was signaling to his accomplices to get rid of the two troubles in front of him before running away.
The gangster holding the gun to Fang Cheng's head shook slightly as he was about to press the trigger.
Fang Cheng captured this moment.
It was too late, but it was too soon. Facing the opponent's muzzle that was about to eject bullets, his body suddenly started to move.
Snap!
The soles of the feet quickly rubbed against the track, making a crisp and short sound, bringing up a small puff of smoke.
The ruthless gangster felt his eyes blurred as the young man standing in front of him mysteriously disappeared on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp pain in my wrist, as if it was clamped severely by steel pliers, and my fingers involuntarily let go.
He turned his eyes slightly in panic, only to see a ghost-like figure clinging to his right side, staring at him coldly.
Just when he opened his mouth in horror, he was about to scream.
The back of my head hurt, as if I had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, my vision went black, and I lost consciousness in an instant.
At this time, the rifle in his hand had not yet had time to completely escape from his control and began to fall.
Following his figure, it was like a whirlwind, and with a "whoosh", it quickly pounced on the other two people.
At this time, the two accomplices just noticed the movement and hurriedly turned their heads to look over.
It is because they have been tested by fighting for a long time and have developed the hard skills of seeing in all directions and hearing in all directions.
But at such a close distance, facing such a lightning-fast burst of speed, it is simply not something that a normal person's nerves can react to.
Fang Cheng bent over and bowed his waist, his whole body was like a spring, and with a "swish" sound, he was ejected in front of another gangster.
His moves were as fast as lightning, snapping the opponent's wrist and locking his throat in an instant, and completed a set of Chin Na in one go without any stagnation.
Then, throw it away casually.
The gangster was thrown back easily like a broken sack.
At this moment, the remaining strong man finally came to his senses.
Seeing this, he subconsciously turned the muzzle of the gun and pressed the Pistol trigger hard, but was shocked to find that it couldn't be pulled at all.
Then, his eyes moved downward and his pupils shrank suddenly.
At some point, a thumb suddenly got stuck between the trigger and the guard, blocking his firing action.
The young man in front of him seems to have mastered the Supernatural ability to change places. He spanned a distance of several meters in an instant and appeared in front of him as if teleporting.
Bang, bang, bang.
At this time, the rifles in the hands of the two subdued gangsters had just hit the ground, making two loud impact sounds.
The strong man's heart beat suddenly twice, and an emotion mixed with fear and anger surged up.
He suddenly opened his eyes angrily, shouted loudly, his arm muscles bulged, and punched Fang Cheng hard.
At the same time, I was secretly cruel:
Even if you are as nimble as Monkey, what if you have the ability to withstand the power of my punch that can kill an elephant?
The fist wind roared, attacking the enemy with an extremely ferocious force.
Wherever he passed, even the air trembled with the sound of sharp breaking wind.
However, the next second.
The scene in front of him once again shattered the strong man's self-confidence.
Fang Cheng stood still, seemingly raising his hand lightly, but he firmly caught the strong man's full blow.
Then he turned his wrist and twisted his arm like a vise Exert Force.
The strong man suddenly felt a sharp and piercing pain in his arm, as if his bones were about to be broken.
The pain caused the muscles on his face to twist, and he groaned in pain, opening his mouth to curse.
Fang Cheng didn't give him this chance, then raised his palm and slapped the strong man hard on the face.
This slap was very powerful, and with a crisp "snap" sound, the strong man's body instantly lost his balance, and he tilted his head straight back, rolled his eyes, and fainted.
In the blink of an eye, several gangsters who were arrogant just now were subdued and disarmed by Fang Cheng, and they were beaten to the ground.
Even the pursuers who emerged from Mountain Forest had not even gotten close, and the battle was over.
Ta, da, da.
Accompanied by the messy footsteps, they watched from a distance and couldn't help but Slow Down was catching up.
His eyes were full of shock and surprise, as if he had witnessed an unexpected performance of seizing a spear with his bare hands.
Fang Cheng turned around and looked at the person who came calmly.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a dark face wearing a leather jacket.
Although he is not tall, he looks extremely tough, his eyes are sharp and shining, and he exudes a kind of battle-hardened Aura.
There seemed to be traces of a fight on the leather jacket, with several cuts made, and half of a wolf's head Tattoo was vaguely visible from the open collar.
He was looming in the sunlight, exuding a wild vibe, and was obviously a ruthless character.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the middle-aged man couldn't help being slightly stunned, and with a bit of vigilance, he asked:
"What do you call this gentleman?"
Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, then showed a little excitement and explained the situation:
"I am a tourist coming to YuLong Lake for vacation. I passed by here on my morning jog and encountered several gangsters pointing guns at the uncle with the intention of robbing them, so I stopped (beat) them."
As he said that, he reached out and pointed to Fisherman, who was still lying with his head in his arms, wishing he could bury his head in the ground.
"Oh."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly and his eyes stayed on Fang Cheng for a few more seconds, as if assessing the credibility of his words.
Then he stepped forward, with a look of approval on his face, and continued:
"Thanks to this little brother for helping me. These guys were suspected of illegal grave robbing and had been fleeing in the mountains. We hunted them for a long time before we found out their whereabouts..."
Hearing these words, Fisherman seemed to have finally waited for a savior. He quickly opened his eyes, got up, and said eagerly:
"Comrade police, I can testify!"
"I am a nearby villager. I encountered this incident today and it really scared me to death. This young man is a good person."
"If he hadn't beaten him - oh no, stopped him - my life would have been lost. You must not wrongly accuse a good person..."
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As he spoke, he dusted himself off and tried to look calmer, but his incoherent expression ultimately lacked persuasiveness.
The middle-aged man's dark face forced a smile in response.
Then he squatted down and carefully looked at the three gangsters lying on the ground, sleeping like babies.
Seeing their wrists twisted out of shape and their faces swollen like pig heads, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Especially at the wrists, the muscles were bruised and dark red with bruises, obviously due to the extremely strong squeezing force exerted on them.
Even if the bones and ligaments are not completely broken, they must be damaged and full of cracks and holes.
"Don't worry, I'm going to be ruthless and measured in my actions. They will have to lie down for ten and a half days at most and suffer a little bit without harming their lives."
Fang Cheng defended without changing his expression.
"Haha."
The middle-aged man's smile was a little stiff, but there was a little bit of relief in it:
"Okay, then I will take them back to Police Station for interrogation."
After the inspection, he immediately motioned with his eyes to several men behind him who looked shocked to come forward and fight off the tomb robbers one by one.
Then he cupped his fists towards Fang Cheng and said loudly:
"Thank you so much for this time, little brother. I'll see you soon. If you encounter any trouble in the future, feel free to come to us in the city bureau. The most respected men in our bureau are enthusiastic heroes like you!"
Fang Cheng also smiled and returned the favor:
"You're welcome, police officer. Cooperation between the police and the public is part of the job. We'll see you later."
His posture was upright and his words in response were neither humble nor arrogant.
Having said that, the group of people came and left in a hurry, and soon disappeared on the forest path.
"Just leave like that?"
Fisherman looked at the direction they were leaving, still feeling frightened and with a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"What else do you want?"
Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at Fisherman: "Is it possible that you want the police comrades to invite you to the station for a drink Hot Tea?"
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant..."
Fisherman shrank his neck, a gust of wind blew, he couldn't help but shuddered, and waved his hands repeatedly:
"This place is too evil, young man, let's leave quickly!"
As he spoke, he ran towards the lake and hurriedly picked up the fishing gear scattered on the ground. His hands were trembling as he either knocked over the fishing rod or dropped the bait.
Obviously he was very frightened and just wanted to escape from this place of right and wrong.
Fang Cheng stood there, quietly looking at the several figures hidden in the mist.
As the footsteps quickly faded away, the faint sound of conversation reached my ears.
Although I didn't hear it very clearly, I could feel a certain emotion of eagerness and anticipation.
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly, thoughtfully.
He immediately withdrew his gaze, and when he turned around, he subconsciously scanned the dense and deep Mountain Forest.
Suddenly, he was keenly aware that there seemed to be someone else hiding in Woods.
The extremely weak breathing and rustling sounds were like leaves falling.
If you don't listen carefully, it's hard to notice the difference.
Deep in that Mist, a pair of eyes quietly stared at the scene here.
His gaze seemed to be inquisitive and vigilant, sending chills down one's spine.
Fang Cheng's expression remained unchanged, suppressing many doubts in his heart.
Looking up at Fisherman who was already running in front, he quickly spread his legs and ran away from here.
Inside the spacious and bright bathroom.
Fine water vapor, with a faint scent of lavender, permeates the air.
Fang Cheng lay with his head up in the bathtub, his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the bath time.
The warm water wraps around the body, and the massage nozzles rhythmically impact the shoulders and back, bringing bursts of numbing comfort.
However, Fang Cheng's mind still kept thinking about Strange Event, whom he met while running this morning.
Those guys who call themselves police can actually see through the flaws at a glance.
Regardless of their speech and behavior, or the aura of Jianghu exuding from their bodies, it is shown that there is no essential difference between them and the three gangsters.
Fang Cheng deliberately did not point it out.
The other party did not deliberately pretend to be a police officer.
They pretend to be dumbfounded and try to avoid unnecessary conflicts.
But before leaving, I discovered that there were other hidden peepers around.
This makes Fang Cheng very confused.
If it is true as Fisherman said, there are Danger and weird things in Mist Mountain.
So what is there that is worth risking and fighting against each other?
After thinking for a moment, Fang Cheng shook his head and smiled.
Even if there is some priceless treasure, I am not the kind of person who is only interested in profit.
This matter is certainly arousing curiosity, but it stops at curiosity.
Fang Cheng stretched out his hand from the hot water, went to the smart Panel on the side of the bathtub, and gently clicked a few buttons.
The massage nozzle at the bottom of the bathtub suddenly increases its power, and the strong and rhythmic water flow is like a pair of dexterous fingers, massaging every acupuncture point on the body and soothing tight muscles.
With the impact of the water flow, the fatigue of the body completely dissipated, and Fang Cheng took a long breath of comfort.
I have to make a trip to Xu Sanduo's company in the afternoon.
Ma Donghe has been busy practicing Secluded Cultivation recently, and those few pieces Antique have never been released and need to be dealt with personally.
For Fang Cheng.
When it comes to making money, do it bit by bit and be down-to-earth.
Robbery is good, but it lacks a sense of accomplishment.
Of course.
If it is picked up from the crime scene, it is not considered "robbery".