City Marshal

People are chess pieces, the chessboard is in the country, and the player who plays chess is destiny.

You never know what kind of role the hands of fate will pick you up and place you on this huge chessboard at the next moment. Tragedy or comedy, slaughter or being slaughtered are all just a whim of fate. As a chess piece, you can laugh or be angry Scolding doesn't change anything.

Like a white paper fan, who was one step away from the power he dreamed of but could no longer touch, and like Fu Steward, who clearly had a lesson learned from the white paper fan, but ended up dying in front of everyone, no matter what arrangements he made before his death, When Lao Mo stabbed him in the chest, everything disappeared.

Old Fu died cleanly and clearly, and had nothing to do with the Three Kings.

So Yuan Laojiu could only silently accept this cruel fact. After all, at this time, insisting that the three kings sent people to assassinate them, not only could they not convince the other brothers, but they would also be killed by the three kings on the spot. Therefore, they could only vent their anger to Mo With a knife on his body, he cast a big net to hunt him down.

The three kings took advantage of the situation to direct the crowd to intercept everywhere, and even issued an order to hunt and kill. Of course, some people questioned how Mo Yidao hid in the coffin, but the three kings did not explain this problem, and directly threw it to Yuan Lao who was in charge of the matter. In the old department, all arrangements were made by the latter.

If you have any comments, please directly ask the person in charge for accountability.

The leader who was in charge of making the coffin and selecting the location of the tomb also had a miserable face. He didn't know how Mo Yidao was hidden in the coffin. When they carried it in, it was a white paper fan that had been dead for six and a half days, and no one would know Staring at the study of the dead, God knows there will be another Mo Yidao in it?

Making a big fuss about the dead, Mo Yidao is also No. 1.

So the pressure from the three kings completely disintegrated, and no one doubted them anymore.

However, some veteran leaders couldn't help frowning. There are too many coincidences that are suspected of being bloody, and too many attacks and killings also have traces of deliberate actions. Somewhere, it seems that someone They are arranging everything, but they don't have evidence and naturally they won't talk too much.

Even if there is evidence, they will not reveal it. If the death of the white paper fan and Fu Steward was really arranged deliberately, then the man behind the scenes is too powerful and scheming. He calculated every step and everyone in place. Ruthless heroes are definitely not something they can afford to provoke.

Even people like Lao Bai and Lao Fu were killed without a trace, and they would only end up tragically if they took the lead. That powerful black hand is like the Buddha's palm, turning their hands into clouds and hands into rain, so they would rather choose to believe Butler Fu was killed by Mo Yidao, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

In order to live for two more years, they also decided to rely on the Three Kings.

In the dead of night, King Xi walked into a room alone, filled with smoke and incense, and there stood a man in the room, an old man in Tang clothes that King Xi was very familiar with. , Silently, King Zhongxi did not bother.

She quietly closed the door, and stood and waited respectfully.

After a long time, the old man in Tang clothes turned around slowly. His eyes were peaceful and could not be seen in the slightest shade, but the aura he exuded was awe-inspiring. He glanced at Xi Wang and sat in front of her. When the latter bowed respectfully, The old man waved her to sit down: "There is no need to be polite! Sit down!"

Xi Wang sat down obediently: "Thank you, King Ming."

This person is King Zhou Ming of the Zhou Dynasty. No one expected that he would appear in London, England. What the years left on his face was not vicissitudes and old age, but a kind of wisdom and sophistication. He smiled lightly , said in a rambling manner: "Butler Fu is dead? Are you convinced?"

"Dead! Take it!"

A wry smile crossed Xi Wang's face, and he nodded in response: "I didn't know how terrible Chu Tian was until tonight. Whether it was the white paper fan, Steward Fu or us, we knew that he would attack Lao Bai and Lao Fu. He also took adequate precautions, but the result was an irreversible death."

She took a deep breath and sighed: "It's not difficult to kill Bai Zhishan and Steward Fu, any one of the three kings can do it, but the killing is so natural that the three of us can't do it together. Lao Bai was killed by the Mafia, and Lao Fu was killed by Mo."

"The two died so clearly that people couldn't handle it at all."

In the midst of Xi Wang's incomparable sighs and sighs, King Zhou Ming remained calm, and then responded with a faint smile: "That's right! These two attacks and killings are indeed beautiful, but the most admirable thing is that the motive for the killing of the two is that Nan King! The mafia is worried that the white paper fan will become the king of Nan and attack."

"Frog and Mo Yidao were unwilling to reconcile Steward Fu's position and attacked."

King Zhou Ming twirled his finger lightly, and added meaningfully: "This murder motive is completely tenable, and it can also stop the mouths of more than a thousand famous hall masters. I was curious about what reason Chu Tian would use to kill people, but I didn't expect him to just Throwing a bone can easily kill two people."

Xi Wang was taken aback, thought deeply and sighed: "Beautiful."

"I didn't take it this time for two reasons."

King Zhou Ming's mind turned quickly, and he said in a flat tone: "First, I promised Chu Tian that he would no longer be involved in the affairs of Heshengtang, and gave him absolute autonomy! Second, I know that you have a certain degree of ability in his heart. Questioning is just like inside the Zhou dynasty."

"So through this matter, let you be convinced."

King Xi nodded and smiled: "I'm completely convinced!" Then she added with a teasing smile: "After all, I have seen Chu Tian's amazing methods, if I don't want to die like Lao Bai and Lao Fu in the future, it's better to support him , I think the rest of the hall masters also have this kind of mentality."

"Go ahead and take Yuan Bolang to complete the final procedure."

King Ming of Zhou looked at King Xi indifferently, and said clearly, "Let Chu Tian take over He Shengtang smoothly; also, if you come to see me in the future, you'd better say hello to Chu Tian, ​​lest he think I'm still there." Secretly controlling Heshengtang, this will destroy the cooperative relationship between me and him."

Xi Wang's expression froze, then he lowered his head and replied, "Understood."

After King Xi respectfully left, King Zhou Ming turned around and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a gentle smile on his lips, looking down at the lights in London, and muttering to himself: "Chutian, oh Chutian, you haven't let me down." Ah, I hope you can establish the prestige of China in London."

When King Zhou Ming was facing the starry sky with emotion, Mo Yidao looked at Chu Tian with a firm gaze: "Why did you take me in? Do you know the consequences and the price?"

In a black car, Chu Tian showed a slight smile, and threw a bottle of vodka to Mo Yidao: "I only care about the interest in doing things, and I don't care about the price! You accidentally relieved me of my serious problem, Steward Fu, and I will help you." What's the matter? And I can afford any price!"

Mo Yidao had more than 20 old and new minor injuries on his body, and his body was weak and tired. When he saw vodka, he immediately poured two mouthfuls. He was not worried that Chutian would kill him with poison. There is no difference between dogs, so he can drink this wine with confidence.

Spirits poured into my stomach, and my spirits were lifted a little.

Mo Yidao looked at the receding scenery outside, and looked at Chu Tian's indifferent expression. He seemed to have realized something: "I can kill Steward Fu unintentionally. In fact, I should thank the young commander for letting the water go secretly, otherwise I will be killed by the three kings." Strict, even if I am a dead body, I will not be able to get into the coffin."

"At least you can't escape the cemetery after the assassination."

Chu Tian didn't answer these questions directly, but leaned on the seat and said, "It's pure luck that you were able to kill Butler Fu. It has nothing to do with me or the Three Kings. It's as if you were able to kill blood from the white paper fan that day." Lu, it's all because God doesn't want you to die so quickly."

That day?Kill the blood?

Mo Yidao suddenly realized that he understood why he was able to escape the pursuit of the white paper fan. Hundreds of people chased him with guns that day, but Bai's guards kept falling down during the march, allowing him to break through a gap calmly , presumably it was Chu Tian secretly helping him.

Then he thought that the frog had asked him for help two days ago...

Now it seems that Chutian is behind everything.

"How did you know that I would be hunted down by the white paper fan?"

Mo Yidao raised his head and looked at Chutian. If Chutian hadn't known that he was in danger and secretly sent someone to help him escape, it would be almost impossible for him to get out of the manor that day. Chutian met his gaze calmly: "You can't kill me, If you still want to escape from the vortex, the white paper fan will definitely kill you."

Mo Yidao nodded silently, he finally understood that starting from the attack on Chutian...

He became a chess piece of Chutian, an irreversible chess piece!People are chess pieces, the chessboard is in the country, and the player who plays chess is destiny.

You never know what kind of role the hands of fate will pick you up and place you on this huge chessboard at the next moment. Tragedy or comedy, slaughter or being slaughtered are all just a whim of fate. As a chess piece, you can laugh or be angry Scolding doesn't change anything.

Like a white paper fan, who was one step away from the power he dreamed of but could no longer touch, and like Fu Steward, who clearly had a lesson learned from the white paper fan, but ended up dying in front of everyone, no matter what arrangements he made before his death, When Lao Mo stabbed him in the chest, everything disappeared.

Old Fu died cleanly and clearly, and had nothing to do with the Three Kings.

So Yuan Laojiu could only silently accept this cruel fact. After all, at this time, insisting that the three kings sent people to assassinate them, not only could they not convince the other brothers, but they would also be killed by the three kings on the spot. Therefore, they could only vent their anger to Mo With a knife on his body, he cast a big net to hunt him down.

The three kings took advantage of the situation to direct the crowd to intercept everywhere, and even issued an order to hunt and kill. Of course, some people questioned how Mo Yidao hid in the coffin, but the three kings did not explain this problem, and directly threw it to Yuan Lao who was in charge of the matter. In the old department, all arrangements were made by the latter.

If you have any comments, please directly ask the person in charge for accountability.

The leader who was in charge of making the coffin and selecting the location of the tomb also had a miserable face. He didn't know how Mo Yidao was hidden in the coffin. When they carried it in, it was a white paper fan that had been dead for six and a half days, and no one would know Staring at the study of the dead, God knows there will be another Mo Yidao in it?

Making a big fuss about the dead, Mo Yidao is also No. 1.

So the pressure from the three kings completely disintegrated, and no one doubted them anymore.

However, some veteran leaders couldn't help frowning. There are too many coincidences that are suspected of being bloody, and too many attacks and killings also have traces of deliberate actions. Somewhere, it seems that someone They are arranging everything, but they don't have evidence and naturally they won't talk too much.

Even if there is evidence, they will not reveal it. If the death of the white paper fan and Fu Steward was really arranged deliberately, then the man behind the scenes is too powerful and scheming. He calculated every step and everyone in place. Ruthless heroes are definitely not something they can afford to provoke.

Even people like Lao Bai and Lao Fu were killed without a trace, and they would only end up tragically if they took the lead. That powerful black hand is like the Buddha's palm, turning their hands into clouds and hands into rain, so they would rather choose to believe Butler Fu was killed by Mo Yidao, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

In order to live for two more years, they also decided to rely on the Three Kings.

In the dead of night, King Xi walked into a room alone, filled with smoke and incense, and there stood a man in the room, an old man in Tang clothes that King Xi was very familiar with. , Silently, King Zhongxi did not bother.

She quietly closed the door, and stood and waited respectfully.

After a long time, the old man in Tang clothes turned around slowly. His eyes were peaceful and could not be seen in the slightest shade, but the aura he exuded was awe-inspiring. He glanced at Xi Wang and sat in front of her. When the latter bowed respectfully, The old man waved her to sit down: "There is no need to be polite! Sit down!"

Xi Wang sat down obediently: "Thank you, King Ming."

This person is King Zhou Ming of the Zhou Dynasty. No one expected that he would appear in London, England. What the years left on his face was not vicissitudes and old age, but a kind of wisdom and sophistication. He smiled lightly , said in a rambling manner: "Butler Fu is dead? Are you convinced?"

"Dead! Take it!"

A wry smile crossed Xi Wang's face, and he nodded in response: "I didn't know how terrible Chu Tian was until tonight. Whether it was the white paper fan, Steward Fu or us, we knew that he would attack Lao Bai and Lao Fu. He also took adequate precautions, but the result was an irreversible death."

She took a deep breath and sighed: "It's not difficult to kill Bai Zhishan and Steward Fu, any one of the three kings can do it, but the killing is so natural that the three of us can't do it together. Lao Bai was killed by the Mafia, and Lao Fu was killed by Mo."

"The two died so clearly that people couldn't handle it at all."

In the midst of Xi Wang's incomparable sighs and sighs, King Zhou Ming remained calm, and then responded with a faint smile: "That's right! These two attacks and killings are indeed beautiful, but the most admirable thing is that the motive for the killing of the two is that Nan King! The mafia is worried that the white paper fan will become the king of Nan and attack."

"Frog and Mo Yidao were unwilling to reconcile Steward Fu's position and attacked."

King Zhou Ming twirled his finger lightly, and added meaningfully: "This murder motive is completely tenable, and it can also stop the mouths of more than a thousand famous hall masters. I was curious about what reason Chu Tian would use to kill people, but I didn't expect him to just Throwing a bone can easily kill two people."

Xi Wang was taken aback, thought deeply and sighed: "Beautiful."

"I didn't take it this time for two reasons."

King Zhou Ming's mind turned quickly, and he said in a flat tone: "First, I promised Chu Tian that he would no longer be involved in the affairs of Heshengtang, and gave him absolute autonomy! Second, I know that you have a certain degree of ability in his heart. Questioning is just like inside the Zhou dynasty."

"So through this matter, let you be convinced."

King Xi nodded and smiled: "I'm completely convinced!" Then she added with a teasing smile: "After all, I have seen Chu Tian's amazing methods, if I don't want to die like Lao Bai and Lao Fu in the future, it's better to support him , I think the rest of the hall masters also have this kind of mentality."

"Go ahead and take Yuan Bolang to complete the final procedure."

King Ming of Zhou looked at King Xi indifferently, and said clearly, "Let Chu Tian take over He Shengtang smoothly; also, if you come to see me in the future, you'd better say hello to Chu Tian, ​​lest he think I'm still there." Secretly controlling Heshengtang, this will destroy the cooperative relationship between me and him."

Xi Wang's expression froze, then he lowered his head and replied, "Understood."

After King Xi respectfully left, King Zhou Ming turned around and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a gentle smile on his lips, looking down at the lights in London, and muttering to himself: "Chutian, oh Chutian, you haven't let me down." Ah, I hope you can establish the prestige of China in London."

When King Zhou Ming was facing the starry sky with emotion, Mo Yidao looked at Chu Tian with a firm gaze: "Why did you take me in? Do you know the consequences and the price?"

In a black car, Chu Tian showed a slight smile, and threw a bottle of vodka to Mo Yidao: "I only care about the interest in doing things, and I don't care about the price! You accidentally relieved me of my serious problem, Steward Fu, and I will help you." What's the matter? And I can afford any price!"

Mo Yidao had more than 20 old and new minor injuries on his body, and his body was weak and tired. When he saw vodka, he immediately poured two mouthfuls. He was not worried that Chutian would kill him with poison. There is no difference between dogs, so he can drink this wine with confidence.

Spirits poured into my stomach, and my spirits were lifted a little.

Mo Yidao looked at the receding scenery outside, and looked at Chu Tian's indifferent expression. He seemed to have realized something: "I can kill Steward Fu unintentionally. In fact, I should thank the young commander for letting the water go secretly, otherwise I will be killed by the three kings." Strict, even if I am a dead body, I will not be able to get into the coffin."

"At least you can't escape the cemetery after the assassination."

Chu Tian didn't answer these questions directly, but leaned on the seat and said, "It's pure luck that you were able to kill Butler Fu. It has nothing to do with me or the Three Kings. It's as if you were able to kill blood from the white paper fan that day." Lu, it's all because God doesn't want you to die so quickly."

That day?Kill the blood?

Mo Yidao suddenly realized that he understood why he was able to escape the pursuit of the white paper fan. Hundreds of people chased him with guns that day, but Bai's guards kept falling down during the march, allowing him to break through a gap calmly , presumably it was Chu Tian secretly helping him.

Then he thought that the frog had asked him for help two days ago...

Now it seems that Chutian is behind everything.

"How did you know that I would be hunted down by the white paper fan?"

Mo Yidao raised his head and looked at Chutian. If Chutian hadn't known that he was in danger and secretly sent someone to help him escape, it would be almost impossible for him to get out of the manor that day. Chutian met his gaze calmly: "You can't kill me, If you still want to escape from the vortex, the white paper fan will definitely kill you."

Mo Yidao nodded silently, he finally understood that starting from the attack on Chutian...

He became a chess piece of Chutian, an irreversible chess piece!