The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1706 Qinghefang Disturbance (6)

"Wen, Wen Fan, what should we do now? Gong Qiu was injured..."

Liang Shu, who had just started to be arrogant, looked like a child at a loss at this moment, turning his head to look at Wen Fan, his lips began to tremble.

Wen Fan's expression was ashen, his face sinking like water.

He is also a little confused at the moment, so he doesn't know what to do.

The one who is horizontal is afraid of being stunned, and the one who is stunned is afraid of dying.

He didn't even dare to make a basic threat right now, for fear of provoking that crazy woman to make more radical moves.

With the decisiveness and coldness shown by the other party, it is no exaggeration to say that the woman probably really had the guts to shoot Gongqiu down.

Gong Qiu didn't dare to speak any more, the shot that hit him on the shoulder not only made his painful face twist and sweat, but also completely shattered all his confidence and arrogance.

He has completely witnessed how unfathomable this capital city is.

A man must learn to be able to bend and stretch. When the situation is not good, it is not a shameful thing to pretend to be a grandson. For his stubbornness just now, this well-known young man in the Northwest has paid the price in blood. It is very likely that he will never be able to Forget everything that happened now.

of course.

Whether he will have the second half of his life is still unknown.

"Kill, kill!"

This group of second-generation ancestors with extraordinary backgrounds has seen some of the world to some extent, and they can barely maintain calmness, but these ordinary people in Qinghefang do not have such good concentration, the splashing blood and dull gunshots frightened their courage. , You pushed and scrambled to start fleeing.

"Evacuate the crowd!"

Finally, the public servant of the people arrived late, and came to the scene of the incident through the panicked crowd. He was also shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Put down the gun!"

The captain who led the team immediately yelled, and at the same time, he and his subordinates raised their weapons and aimed at the woman.

Zishu glanced at them indifferently, unmoved.

"Put the gun down."

In the end, it was Cao Xiuge who spoke.

Only then did Zishu drop the gun.

Gong Qiu, whose face was pale due to blood loss, secretly heaved a long sigh of relief, and immediately took a few steps to the side while holding his bleeding shoulder, feeling as if he had narrowly escaped death.

Wen Fan hurried forward and supported Gong Qiu.

"How? Are you okay?"

Gong Qiu gritted his teeth, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the feeling of fainting kept coming like a tide.

His physical fitness is considered outstanding. If he were an ordinary person or those with a life of wine and rice, he would have been unconscious after being kicked by Zishu.

"Hold on, I'll call an ambulance right away!"

Wen Fan said in a deep voice, looking at Gong Qiu who couldn't hold back the blood gushing out from between his fingers, he couldn't help feeling a little terrified for a while.

To be honest, they have stepped on and been stepped on before, but this is the first time they have made trouble to this extent.

Wen Fan took out his phone and started calling an ambulance.

At the same time, a son walked over there and said something to the captain.

The captain's complexion kept changing, his originally majestic expression became more and more serious, his eyes trembled as he glanced at the miserable Gongqiu, and then he ordered loudly: "Take these two away for me!"

He was referring to Zishu and Cao Xiuge, of course.

The arrival of the people's public servant is like a patron saint. The panicked crowd gradually calmed down, standing far away, and began to watch the follow-up development.

No one would refuse to watch this excitement without endangering their own interests.

What's more, something like this may only be seen once in a lifetime.

"and many more."

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the crowd.

Amidst many surprised and puzzled eyes, a middle-aged man who appeared to be around 50 or [-] years old came out.

He walked steadily to the captain's side.

"What are you doing? Do you know it's dangerous here? Leave immediately and don't interfere with our official duties."

The captain said solemnly.

Wen Fan, who called an ambulance after making the phone call, also noticed the middle-aged man who appeared suddenly, and frowned slightly.

Then he only saw the middle-aged man take out something similar to a certificate and light it up, because the distance was too far, he couldn't see what it was.

But the captain seemed to have seen a ghost, his expression froze instantly, his eyes were startled, his lips trembled,
"First, first..."

The young man standing next to the captain also seemed to have been struck by lightning, and stared at the middle-aged man in disbelief, as if he had been immobilized in place.

The middle-aged man didn't stay long, he turned around and walked towards Cao Xiuge.

Cao Xiuge nodded to him.

Then the three of them left the scene together as if nothing had happened.

"What's going on?! Why did you let them go like this?!"

Stunned, Wen Fan supported Gong Qiu towards the captain.

Liang Shu and the others also gathered together.

Undoubtedly, they couldn't accept and understand that the cripple left so grandly.

The captain's face was blunt, hesitating and hesitating, hesitating to speak.

"Afeng, what's going on? What's the origin of that man?"

Wen Fan frowned and looked at the young master who was standing here just now.

Not to mention that it was Gong Qiu who was injured, even if it was an ordinary person, the perpetrator would never be let go so easily.

And all of this happened in such an unbelievable way before their eyes.

The problem is obviously the middle-aged man who just popped up.

The young master also seemed to be in a dilemma, after a while under the watchful eyes of Wen Fan, the others and even Gong Qiu, he bit the bullet and opened his mouth.

"He, he is..."

"Who the hell is that?! Are you stuttering? You're hesitating, hurry up!"

The young master named Afeng swallowed his saliva, and said in a low voice: "Gongqiu, that one, surnamed He, is your father's leader."

After all, he still didn't dare to speak out.

"Gong Qiu's father's leadership?"

A young master sneered and said, "What are you kidding? Gongqiu's father is from Northwest..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became stiff, and his eyes trembled violently.

"Wait, what's your last name?"

Gradually, Wen Fan's brothers who were born and bred seemed to have thought of something, looked at each other, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Gong Qiu, who was in unbearable pain, seemed to understand, and looked in the direction where the three left, his face was full of shock.

"how can that be?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Who the hell is that man? Why did you let that cripple go away?!"

Liang Shu was full of question marks.

At this time, even Gong Qiu, who suffered the worst tonight, didn't mutter about revenge, his eyes kept trembling, and he was a little dazed.

"What's the matter with you? Why don't you talk?"

Liang Shu was puzzled.

Wen Fan glanced at her and moved his lips.

"Wen Fan, what are you going to say? Say it!"

"Liang Shu, stop barking!"

A son finally couldn't help it. Although he was not ranked among the rich and powerful in the capital city, but as people who were born and raised here, they still knew some information.

"Who do you think that is? That's the fucking prince! You almost killed us, do you know that!"

"Prince? What prince?"

Liang Shu didn't realize it for a while, or maybe his level was too low, and he had never heard of this name at all.

"How many princes are there in the whole world?"

Wen Fan looked in the direction the three left, and exhaled deeply.

The crown prince, the former leader of the capital city, subdued those arrogant dude masters. In that era, he was like the scorching sun in the sky.

Although time has passed, this name is still a closely guarded legend in Kyoto.

"This shot was not wronged."

Gong Qiu said hoarsely, looking in the direction the three left, there was no hatred in his eyes, only fascination.

(End of this chapter)