"You're busy." Li Qing replied with a smile. He drank a few more beers, then pulled his collar and stood up. "Boss, where's the toilet?"

"It's not far from this street," said the boss, busy with his work without raising his head.

Li Qing answered, turned around and staggered forward. As he approached the area, the noise became clearer and clearer.

A group of people gathered there to watch the excitement. In the middle, a small couple and a group of small gangsters in colorful clothes were arguing.

"This is illegal!"

"What's wrong with breaking the law? You tell me what's wrong with breaking the law? You sue me?" a 20-year-old young man with a shaved hedgehog head shouted arrogantly, "my uncle is in the police station. You have the guts to sue me? I said, are you full and miserable, and I robbed you of your money? The disabled didn't speak, and you have no strength to follow."

Li Qing's mouth lit up with a shallow smile. The hedgehog head talking should be the Douzi in the mouth of the boss of the stall.

"You..." the woman of the little couple wanted to argue again, but her boyfriend grabbed her arm and pulled it back, "well, well, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Let's go."

The woman gasped for two breaths and looked at her boyfriend. Seeing so many people on the other side, she was a little discouraged and let her boyfriend pull her away.

"Shit, nosy bitch, if you don't look ugly, I'll do you!" the Douzi spat fiercely behind the little couple and scolded angrily.

The little gangsters around them looked fierce and raised their hands around: "it's okay, it's okay, let's go, let's go!"

The noise ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed. The Douzi stuffed the colorful tickets and coins in the broken enamel basin into his pocket, and then knocked on the head of the middle-aged man sitting in front of him with the basin, "today is less than yesterday, make more money tomorrow, and make up for today's deficit."

The man held the erhu and didn't speak. He was still sitting foolishly.

As soon as the gangsters around him saw it, they rushed up and reached out to pull the erhu in the middle-aged man's hand: "shit, my eldest brother is talking to you. Don't you understand? I demolished the guy you ate!"

As soon as the little gangster stretched out his hand, he was pulled back by the Douzi. He directly rewarded a violent chestnut on his forehead: "are you fucking stupid? Tear down his possessions. Where can we ask for money?"

"Yes, brother, I'm wrong." the little gangster woke up like a dream and admitted his mistakes again and again.

"Be smart in the future." Dou Zi nodded with satisfaction, turned his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, threw the enamel basin on the ground, "like a mute, walked away. It's boring to stay here. Be happy in another place."

Waving his hands, Douzi turned and was about to leave, but suddenly saw a young man standing in front of him and staring at him with a smile: "how much money did you rob? Do you want me to count for you?"

This young man is naturally Li Qing who has just come here.

Douzi couldn't help but be stunned. Help me count how much money I robbed? And such a warm-hearted guy? You think it's helping others.

"You fucking..." Dou Zi reacted and knew that the boy in front of him was obviously teasing him. He couldn't help getting angry and swung out with a punch.

The fist was caught by Li Qing's hand. Before Douzi finished his words, he felt a sharp pain under the pressure of Li Qing's fingers. He wanted to smoke but couldn't come back at all.

"Hey, brother, you're too bear. You're still not a man." Li Qing didn't look at Douzi, but turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man who played erhu. His face was slightly stiff, and his voice stopped suddenly.

One hand trembled slightly. The middle-aged man heard Li Qing's voice and slowly raised his head with erhu in his arms. The disheveled hair was divided on both sides, revealing the cheeks full of vicissitudes, and the amazement of Li Qing's face was fully included in the bottom of his eyes.

The two men looked at each other for half a minute. Li Qing's face was calm and slowly loosened his hand. Douzi covered his fist and retreated to one side. He gasped in pain.

He clapped his hands slowly. Li Qing was still staring at the middle-aged man, but he was talking to Douzi and the gangsters: "you go."

Douzi opened his mouth and wanted to scold again. However, since Li Qing can easily take his fist, it is estimated that it is extremely difficult to deal with. After thinking about it, he still gave up.

"Don't let me see you again!" Dou Zi threw down such a sentence fiercely, which not only didn't offend Li Qing, but also left enough face for himself. Then he spat on the ground and left with his men.

Li Qing has his own reason to let Douzi go. He's a little nosy today. Because he doesn't need to do it at all. Even if one hand is missing, as long as the middle-aged man in front of him wants to deal with those gangsters, it's still easy and effortless.

Because this middle-aged man who has lost one hand and is down and out and can only live by playing erhu is Huo Yi!

Huo Yi was once a guest of the overseas Xiao family and a contemporary kung fu master. When Li Qing killed Xiao Ming, the two gambled with martial arts. In the end, Huo Yi lost and was abandoned by Li Qing. Xiao Ming also died.

The second meeting was after Jiang Ting was kidnapped. Li Qing went to the rescue and forced Xiao Honglang and Jiang Kaishan to death in the Jiang family. Huoyi finally left the Chiang family with Xiao Honglang's body and disappeared. Li Qing would never have thought that it would be the third time for the two people to meet in Lingang, and it should be in such a way. "Your Kung Fu is getting better and better." after holding it for a long time, Li Qingcai spit out such a sentence. It can't be said whether it is praise or ridicule. Huo Yi gave Li Qing a cold look, then stood up with erhu in his arms and walked towards the bridge in the distance. Obviously, that was his home tonight. Although it was midsummer, Huo Yi wore a dirty cotton vest outside his shabby robe, which looked like an abnormal psychosis. Seeing him like this, Li Qing suddenly felt a little sad. To be fair, it is not too much to say that Li Qing created Huo Yi as he is today. If he hadn't killed Xiao Ming and Xiao Honglang successively, Huo Yi should still be enjoying the treatment of his guest of honor at the overseas Xiao family and be honored as a great martial artist. Why should he be so down and out? Forking her waist, Li Qing twitched at the corners of her mouth, and then couldn't help shouting: "Hey!" Huo gave a slight meal. Li Qing hesitated, bit her teeth and spoke again: "have two drinks with me." this sentence fell for more than ten seconds, and Huo Yicai turned and walked towards Li Qing. Li Qing walked in front with a black face. One by one, the two returned to the previous stall. As soon as the boss saw Huo coming, he greeted with a smile: "Yo, the disabled is coming!" Huo didn't speak. He honestly walked to an empty table in the corner and sat down. He was obviously afraid that his appearance would affect other people's business. Li Qing also sat opposite Huo Yi, turned around and said, "boss, two more bowls of noodles, fifty meat kebabs, a plate of scallions and clams, and four bottles of beer. I'll take his meal today." "OK!" the boss smiled and couldn't help praising, "little brother, you're really a kind man." Li Qing smiled and didn't refute. After all, some things are really hard to explain. What is he with Huo? friend? enemy? It seems a little far fetched. The beer came up first. Li Qing directly asked to open the bottle cap with her teeth and handed it to Huo 11. The goods didn't refuse anyone. He drank a whole bottle, then stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth and vomited. Obviously, he felt quite thirsty. "Why did you come to Lingang?" Li Qing asked calmly. "Here comes the noodles!" the boss smiled and brought up the two bowls of noodles on the tray. "Eat slowly, and the dishes will arrive soon." Huo pulled his long hair, then picked up his chopsticks and ate the noodles. It is estimated that he was hungry and tight. A bowl of noodles soon came to the bottom. Li Qing pushed his bowl of noodles over: "ask you, how did you get to Lingang?" he drank the noodle soup in his bowl. Huo Yi changed Li Qing's bowl of noodles, looked up at him, and finally opened his mouth, but his voice was a little hoarse and hard to hear: "After sending Mr. Xiao's body away, I walked alone and came here. I thought it was good and lived for a while." Li Qing really doesn't understand how the goods in front of him can run from Yanjing to Lingang. However, Huo Yi is estimated to be in a muddle these days, and he doesn't know it clearly, so he doesn't want to ask again. He copies the beer on the table, Li Qing drinks another half bottle, knocks on the table with his hand, and thinks for a while: "I'm in urgent need of manpower now. Since I ran into you here, I'd better stay and help me." the boss smiled and brought the rest of the dishes up again. Huo Yi picked up a meat string from the plate, bit it into his mouth and chewed it. He glanced at Li Qing. His expression was like a smile, with a bit of irony. "What do you mean?" Li Qing didn't understand his meaning. "Do we have a feud?" Huo shook his head, took the broken arm to the table and asked Li Qing with a smile, "in your capacity, do you still use a disabled person to help?" Li Qing sipped his mouth: "What skills do you have? I know in my heart. Don't pretend to be sick here! Since you say there's no hatred between us, why don't you help me? Your hand has been returned to the Xiao family. What else do you want?" "for a Xiao Honglang and a Xiao Ming, you won't live in the future? You're older than me. Don't be so unpromising, will you?" This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation