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Chapter 87
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If Shengge insisted on killing the middle-aged scribe, he couldn't refuse.

Therefore, he did not give any guarantee to the middle-aged scribe from the beginning to the end.

It was Shengge's mother and son who suffered, and it was still Shengge who caught these old warlords, and Shengge had absolute right to dispose of them.

Whether Sheng Ge can let go depends entirely on that person's own ability.

Shengge's face was not good-looking, and he was still swearing to Amao that those who hurt him would be punished.

"Mrs. Sheng Ge, your lord should bypass me in large numbers."

"From now on, if Young Master He An tells me to go east, I will never go west."

Hearing this, Sheng Ge touched his nose, and said with a half-smile, "You've said it so smoothly, have you said it once before?"

Sheng Ge knew that the moment Gu Huaiyuan decided not to kill the middle-aged scribe, the middle-aged scribe would never have to die again.

She understood Gu Huaiyuan's personality, and it was the ability of this middle-aged man to change Gu Huaiyuan's original intention.

"Bypassing is impossible."

"It's okay to spare your life."

"Capital crimes can be avoided, and life crimes are inevitable. I want to see you fight wolves with your bare hands, understand?"

Shengge emphasized the word barehanded.

The crimes she suffered, let the middle-aged scribes suffer again.

"In addition, if you can come back alive, it will be like you kidnapping Ann, starve for three to five days, didn't you say it's okay?"

Sheng Ge has always been a grudge.

Since there is no serious problem, let's try it for yourself, and save yourself from talking about it in the future.

Seeing Shengge's actions, Gu Huaiyuan had complicated emotions. After all, he used Shengge this time.

Does he really not know that Sheng Ge won't openly sweep his face?

Of course he knew, so he did.

Heh, I suddenly feel a little despicable.

He thought that he would never be able to feel at ease and be fair and aboveboard like the aunt.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sheng Ge, for your generosity."

The middle-aged scribe was also winking, he knew that it was impossible for him to be unscathed.

It is not easy to earn back a life.

"Don't call me Mrs. Shengge, please call me Magician or Fairy."

She is still a big girl, the kind who doesn't even have a boyfriend, ma'am, ma'am, she's the size of a husband.

Shengge was in an extremely unhappy mood, and everything he saw was unpleasant.

"Yes, Fairy."

The middle-aged scribe also knew that he was an eyesore, so he left quickly after responding.

Only Shengge and Gu Huaiyuan were left in the huge living room.

Gu Huaiyuan was still dressed in a neat suit, and the tiredness in his eyes was clearly visible.

Sheng Ge knew that during the days when she and Amao were kidnapped, Gu Huaiyuan must have not rested.

The people in the warehouse are all doing small things, and the one who really worries is actually Gu Huaiyuan.

Life and death depend on the front line, how could he not care.

"See what you've done."

Seeing Gu Huaiyuan's expression of doing something wrong and not daring to speak up like a good baby waiting to be punished, Shengge couldn't laugh or cry.

Needless to say, Gu Huaiyuan's expression must have been learned from Amao.

If Amao accidentally made her unhappy, he would have such an expression.

Let you immediately soften your heart, and you are reluctant to beat and scold.

Brother Gu, how can you say that you are also a handsome man, can you still have some face?
"You are not afraid of being bitten by him again one day."

Are people like middle-aged scribes really willing to be inferior to others?
"Don't become a peasant woman who warms snakes."

Shengge curled his lips and said contemptuously.

Fortunately, she thought that the middle-aged scribe was a person who had the integrity to see death as home, but she didn't expect it to be cowardly in her heart.

As soon as Sheng Ge opened his mouth, Gu Huaiyuan's uneasy heart immediately calmed down.

Auntie is not angry anymore...

Does this mean that he will not be humiliated and beaten.

"I can't help it. Who made him lucky that he sneezed when I shot."

Gu Huaiyuan spread his hands, trying to appear innocent.

"..."

Shengge felt that his eyes had been opened again, so that's okay.

"Who knows which ghost secretly underestimated the surname Liang, that's why he sneezed."

Walking too sloppy will make your waist flash: anchor, does the ghost thing that brother Gu is talking about mean you...

Shengge blinked, wondering what to do with a guilty conscience.

She felt that she was the one who underestimated middle-aged scribes at that time.

In that case, the middle-aged scribe would have to thank her for saving his life.

"Gu, don't pretend to be stupid, don't you get a benefit."

"In this case, let's go through two tricks."

The huge living room became the venue for Sheng Ge to beat Gu Huaiyuan.

A few minutes later, Gu Huaiyuan was panting heavily, slumped on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, looking at the roof with nothing to love.

Isn't the aunt too ruthless, if you make a move, you will make a move, why do you point your face.

With such a pretty face, my aunt can do it.

Sure enough, jealousy distorts people's faces, and the aunt must be jealous of his beauty.

While Gu Huaiyuan was forcing himself to comfort himself, Sheng Ge was arranging his clothes and hair gracefully.

"Little Comrade Gu, I really want to see the unarmed wolf-fighter surnamed Liang."

"The location must be a pack of wild wolves in a barren mountain."

Shengge paused every word, and said loudly.

Don't think she was joking before.

"Let me know when the person surnamed Liang is mentally prepared."

Gu Huaiyuan grinned when he heard this.

Humph, pig head.

Gu Huaiyuan's ugly face was simply too horrible to look at.

"Stop laughing, it affects your mood."

Gu Huaiyuan did not persuade Shengge to let the middle-aged scholar go.

He just promised to give the surname Liang a chance. He fulfilled his promise, and whether he was bitten to death by wild wolves or starved to death is none of his business.

"Auntie, thank you."

thanks……

Sheng Ge paused as she walked out, this was the first time Gu Huaiyuan said thank her so solemnly.

It would be even better if the word aunt could be deleted.

She just said, Gu Huaiyuan must have gained a lot this time, otherwise he wouldn't feel so guilty.

It doesn't matter if you are guilty, if Gu Huaiyuan can really reach the desired step, and feel guilty, Ah Mao can live a better life.

Regarding the matter of the middle-aged scribe, Shengge did not lie to Amao. As a victim, Amao has the right to know.

Amao is a wise child, so naturally she won't just solve problems with fists like her.

Three days later, Shengge witnessed an unarmed fight against wolves in a barren hill not far from the outskirts of the city.

The middle-aged scribe is very skilled, and he is a bit aggressive among wolves.

"All right."

Shengge finally spoke when he saw the middle-aged scribe fell to the ground with exhaustion and bruises all over his body.

Amao also hurt his roots back then, so it's good to empathize with him.

Time passed day by day, and Shengge's position in Shanghai became more and more stable. Everyone knew that this sorceress had established a strong presence in Shanghai through her fortune-telling.

Gu Huaiyuan's influence is getting wider and wider, and he has the tendency to dominate the country.

(End of this chapter)