Lord of the Desert

Chapter 263
The governor of Dahua is the second rank, and he has always been set up for different situations, and he is not a regular official.

Anyone who is ordered will probably have to fight against the entangled local system, so they have the right to "establish their own genus and hire Shi Cheng privately".

Jin Ziming's shogunate in Xijing has more than forty people.

Although these people are not regular officials appointed by the central government, they often have more decision-making power.

The Heng Wei in front of him is the head of the Governor's Mansion, a core figure.

"Heng has often heard that the Second Xijing Tiqi Team is brave enough to do things, and the reputation is indeed well-deserved!"

He smiled brightly and bowed to the four Tiqi.

"Just following orders."

Hong Fan ignored his intimacy and replied calmly.

Heng Wei was not annoyed, and stepped forward to check on the prisoners.

"Mr. Zhuang has such a great name in Feibai Mountain and Rose Sea, why bother to disturb the muddy water on the Yao River?"

He asked Zhuang Shaoyuan first.

The latter had a sullen face and said nothing.

Heng Wei let out a "hey" and looked at the pale Wang Jinglong again.

"This must be His Excellency 'Yi Shi' who I have been friends with for a long time but has not masked?"

"You look so bad, are you seriously injured?"

He shook his folding fan lightly, pretending to be sincere.

Wang Jinglong raised his head and squeezed out a sluggish smile.

"I heard that the head of the Hengjiang Hall is the pillar of the Fubo Gang, but I didn't expect to do it myself..."

Seeing this, Heng Wei sneered.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"White clothes, pretending."

Wang Jinglong looked at the Futou and the folding fan, and said mockingly.

When Heng Wei heard this, his knuckles tightened, and his smile was instantly extinguished.

He put away his folding fan, stared at Wang Jinglong coldly, and turned to Hong Fan: "Young man Hong, may I ask where the ship and cargo are?"

"All in the heart of the river."

Hong Fan replied.

Heng Wei tightened his brows—the river is empty, where is there a boat?

"They prepared kindling on the boat, and seeing that they couldn't escape, they sank in the middle of the river."

Hong Fan added.

Only then did Heng Wei relax.

"So that's the case, since the cargo is sinking, it can't escape. It's just a matter of spending more time salvaging it, but it doesn't matter."

"As for these suspects, why don't you let me take them away? The governor (governor) and I must be grateful for the friendship between the young heroes..."

He asked tentatively again.

"Shangfeng has an order that these people should be taken back to the Martial Arts Academy for custody. Please don't make things difficult for Master Heng."

Hong Fan shook his head resolutely and refused to accept the empty promise.

"Of course not."

Seeing that he was determined, Heng Wei had no choice but to give up.

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A few days later, on November 29th.

It's cold in the depths of winter.

In the south of Xijing, the north wind blows through the street, blowing snow like sand.

Next to the cargo pier, there is a large mansion occupying a rather large area.

This is the chief rudder of the Fubo Gang.

The courtyard is locked and guarded everywhere.

Entering the main hall for the second time, a plaque with the four characters "Jie Shui Fubo" hangs high.

On the table are big red roses that bloom out of season.

The windows were half open, and the wind was icy cold.

But with the four indoor heaters, it is not stuffy or dry, and the cold and heat are just right.

In the armchair at the top of the left row, a man in his fifties with gray hair on his temples sat on half of the chair.

This person's name is Sheng Lifu, the head of the Fubo Gang's shipping hall, in charge of logistics and food.

"Miss, I have been waiting for an hour, is the leader still free?"

He suppressed his emotions and asked the superior.

The girl on the armchair rested her chin on her hands, her legs curled up under the red skirt, leaving a snow-white ankle.

There is no one other than Ao Zhixian who can be honored as the eldest lady by the hall master.

She smiled lightly when she heard this, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she drank half of the ginger tea first.

"There's been a lot of gossip in the gang these days, and Uncle Sheng knows about it."

After eating the hot soup, she let out a breath before she smiled back.

"If it's not some big event that turns the world upside down, why don't uncle follow the usual practice and talk to me first?"

"Perhaps the niece can take care of it too?"

She blinked her bright eyes and cast a glance at Sheng Lifu.

The latter was sweating from his temples.

"Uncle Sheng didn't mean that. How could the young lady have nothing to do with the affairs of the gang?"

He said quickly, but he regretted coming here today.

But that's the end of the story, and I can no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.

"Miss, alas, the main thing this time is that both public and private matters..."

Sheng Lifu squeezed out a smile.

"Uncle has been in the gang for half his life, and he will be sixty years old in two years. His bones are really rusted."

"The eczema between the waist and buttocks has grown and healed and grown, and my hands are bloody if I accidentally scratch it."

"When it comes to thunderstorms, the knees are more like a knife..."

"The position of the head of the Chengyun Hall is about to be handed over to the young man when the time comes."

He sighed a long time, with two points of vicissitudes.

Ao Zhixian listened silently, bowed his head to ponder for a moment, then raised his head again.

"I understand. The wind is high and the waves are rough. Is Uncle Sheng going to quit the gang?"

She popped out a sentence with no expression on her face.

"It's not quitting the gang, it's not quitting the gang!"

Sheng Lifu quickly waved his hands.

"I'm planning to wash my hands..."

"Choose this time?"

Ao Zhixian looked at him quietly, his voice was difficult to distinguish between emotion and anger.

Sheng Lifu finally showed a face of shame.

"Actually, I had an idea a few years ago, and I have been embarrassed to tell the leader."

"It's just that seeing the child grow up, I feel short-tempered before I know it, and I want to live a more stable life more and more."

He explained with some difficulty.

Ao Zhixian finally nodded his head.

"Uncle has contributed to the gang all these years."

"Do you plan to stay in Xijing in the future?"

she asked softly.

Sheng Lifu saw that Ao Zhixian's tone was slightly relaxed, so he couldn't help tugging at his sweat-soaked collar.

"I won't stay in Xijing anymore, I plan to move to Hongyi City."

His tone brightened.

"What will you do for a living then?"

Ao Zhixian asked again.

"Haven't figured it out yet; but I still have some savings, and I'll get by."

Sheng Lifu laughed.

The girl on the armchair lowered her legs, her embroidered shoes on the toes touched the ground, and took the conversation.

"Uncle Sheng is going to live a relaxing life."

"The most difficult time in the gang."

She put her hands on the skirt on her knees and said something out of the blue.

Sheng Lifu took a breath.

Then, he saw Ao Zhixian's smile burst into full bloom.

The red flowers on the table lost their color in an instant.

"Uncle Niu and Uncle Wang are still in the prison of Martial Arts Academy."

"The business on the Yao River has stopped for two months, and the people below are making a lot of noise."

"So, does uncle think that the Fubo Gang is going to collapse and wants to jump ship?"

She covered her mouth and asked with a smile.

"How could I mean that?"

Sheng Lifu felt cold all over, stammered his reply, and unconsciously glanced at the heater and the window.

The charcoal fire is hot, but the heart is cold.

"With the leader here, the Liu family is even a towering tree. How can Jin Ziming move?"

He forced a breath of air and smiled.

"Then why don't uncle insist and go for another ride?"

Ao Zhixian raised his eyebrows.

"Missy speaks, you should follow her orders!"

Sheng Lifu returned without blinking his eyes.

"really?"

Ao Zhixian chuckled.

"If uncle really thinks that way, why did he send his wife and children out of the city yesterday?"

After this question, Sheng Lifu's face turned pale.

"How do you know? You moved them?!"

He gritted his teeth and asked, the wooden armrest creaking as he clenched it.

(End of this chapter)