Chapter 185 News

"I'll fight with you!!"

Boss Qiu, who had just been let go, turned around and grabbed the kitchen knife next to him, trying to fight with all his strength. But before he could make a move, he was kicked away by the gangsters around Cao Kun. They didn't hold back this kick. After Boss Qiu was kicked, he suddenly lost his strength and couldn't get up.

"Give me something shameless."

Cao Kun's face was gloomy. He picked up a stone next to him and was about to go over and strike harshly.

"stop!!"

Among the crowd, a bald man jumped out very quickly and stood between the two of them.

When the rogue Cao Kun saw this, not only did he not hold back, but he hit the bald man's head with more force. There was only a 'bang' sound, and the stone was cracked, but the bald head was unscathed.

Iron head skill!

"In broad daylight, good people are being oppressed. It is simply lawless."

The bald man didn't spare any effort as he spoke, and subdued Cao Kun and others with three punches and two kicks.

After cleaning up the scoundrel, the bald man bent down and helped the seriously injured Boss Qiu up, not forgetting to tear the IOU into pieces from Cao Kun's hand.

This is a careful monk.

"Stinky bald donkey, do you know where this place is!"

"If you dare to attack us, you are provoking Mingjian Villa."

The gangsters were all old hooligans, and when they realized that the idea in front of them was inconvenient, they quickly turned around and ran away.

During the process, he did not forget to use the signboard of Mingjian Villa to make harsh words. It can be said that the loser does not lose the battle.

"Thank you, Master. Please leave quickly. If you are late, you won't be able to leave."

Boss Qiu looked at the bald man with gratitude.

He almost lost his family and his family. Maybe for this young monk, it was just one injustice on the road. But for him, it was a real life-saving grace. Never underestimate the tricks of those naughty people. There are many families in these streets who have been harmed by them.

Don't ask why the government didn't care. The county magistrate of Wanjian City was just a decoration. When he heard that it was a case involving Mingjian Villa, he was so frightened that he immediately fell ill. So far, the previous cases have not been resolved. What else can he expect from a powerless old vegetable seller?

"Don't worry, old man. I believe that Daozhou has royal laws, and the owner of Mingjian Villa will not allow such a madman to harm the people."

The monk said with a smile. After saving the people, he returned to his previous position openly and sold his scriptures.

At a roadside stall.

Wu Chong, who was eating fried stinky tofu, watched the whole process in silence.

He also understood the power of his three general managers in Wanjian City. Within the city, everyone from the city guards to the gangsters who patrolled the streets basically relied on them to make a living.

In a word, let them kill people.

Let it set fire!

"Boss, check out."

After eating, Wu Chong took out the copper coins and put them on the table.

He is also the owner of the village now, so he is not short of money.

In the past, Wu Chong had thought about why those people in the world were always eating meat and drinking wine when they were not short of money. Now he understands that those people in the world are either seeking refuge with the imperial court like him, or they are making shady money just like Shopkeeper Bao and others.

"Sir, you are finally back."

As soon as Wu Chong returned to the villa, he saw Ma Runan with a tired look on his face.

This subordinate who came from Chongzhou Mansion was really tough at work. Except for the first day, she basically spent the rest of the time in the accounting room. He wanted to find out the problematic account books of Mingjian Villa and get evidence of those people's crimes.

This is also determined by Ma Runan's background. She is accustomed to finding evidence before taking action against her enemies.

Little did she know that the boss she was following was a member of the Shanzhai Village.

When Wu Chong decided to take action, what evidence and what crime.

If you kill people and then replace them, it will be over.

If there is any doubt, they can jump out and report it.

"I found the evidence."

Ma Runan said with excitement.

After going through the accounts for a few days, he didn't expect to find him. You can imagine how bad the accounts of Mingjian Villa are, and fake accounts can cause problems.

"good."

Wu Chong expressed appreciation.

Subordinates work hard, and as a superior, your attitude must be in place.

The two talked while walking, listening to Ma Runan's attentive report along the way. Wu Chong nodded absently from time to time.

As soon as he entered the house and sat down, he saw Qi Qi floating in from outside.

This old sword slave's martial arts was very high. Wu Chong tested it once, and the old guy actually took it. Although he only used 30% of his strength, he could tell a lot.

An old servant of the first level of the third realm.

This kind of person actually works wholeheartedly for Mingjian Villa. It can be seen that the ancestors of Mingjian Villa still have something.

"Master, your letter."

After Thirteen came in, he respectfully placed the letter on the table.

It was sent by Shadow Zhao Jianglong.

He created an opportunity for Zhao Jianglong in the morning, and this guy really didn't let him down. It only took half a day to collect the things and send them over.

"They are all loyal subordinates. We must treat them to a meal."

Looking through the information sent by Zhao Jianglong, Wu Chong couldn't help but praise it.

Tricked the previous owner to death.

Human trafficking, loan sharking, and abuse of private power.

There are countless black materials.

These are not the most important. What impressed Wu Chong the most was that these three guys actually went behind his back and applied to the court for thirty carts of fine iron in the name of the village owner. Thirty cars were lost ahead! There were a total of sixty cars before and after.

This is setting him up for death!

Such a huge amount, a massive amount of materials.

There is not a single word recorded in the account book of Mingjian Villa, as if there is no such thing at all.

They are all good subordinates who share the worries of the owner.

The previous owner of the village died unjustly.

"I just want to check in with peace of mind, why is it so difficult?"

Wu Chong felt that his loyalty when he became the head of the family had been violated again.

‘Died on the same day, same year, same month’ is the rule of being a big brother. I just have to take care of my brother and his family. The eldest brother also has his own difficulties.

Wu Chong knew there was a problem with the three subordinates from the beginning. It is unrealistic for a village owner who comes by air to bow down to anyone he wants.

But I didn't expect these guys to be so brave.

"Go and inform the three managers tonight that I have something important to discuss with them."

Wu Chong put the letter into his sleeve and gave instructions to Thirteen who was still waiting in front.

"yes."

Thirteen responded, turned around and went down.

When the owner of the village told him, he would do it.

Crock Village.

The cold evil wind blew by, and the wooden plaque at the door creaked. Dozens of blood-stained carriages were parked at the entrance of the village, soaked with blood.

The village was completely empty.

There was only an old and withered corpse swaying in the wind, and there seemed to be something faintly singing inside, with an old, long, intermittent voice.

"Shopkeeper, we found out that the thirty fine iron carts were lost in Crock Village."

After searching for a long time, Shopkeeper Bao finally got a clue.

"Crock Village? Are these plague dogs tired of living? They dare to touch my goods."

Shopkeeper Bao's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

This incident had a great impact on him. Although it was later solved in the name of the owner, the source of the problem had to be found.

"Let Black Wind and the others go there."

He placed the letter in front of the candle and lit it. The dancing flames made Shopkeeper Bao's fat face look even more ferocious.

"Leave no chickens or dogs behind!"

At this moment, the voice of Sword Slave Seventeen suddenly came from outside the door.

"Director Bao, the owner of the village asked you to come over for a light meal in the evening..."