The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Only Tian Zhongxin knows exactly where they were sent. He arranged it all, but in that month, all the women were sent to Yihexing."

"As for the men, they were all sent to foreigners in America."

"If you want to find this woman, you can go to Yihe Bank to find her."

Feng Ji's face turned completely gloomy.

He knew that Yihexing, one of the thirteen rows, Xiao Liuzi had said that this place was mainly engaged in the prostitution business!

The eldest sister was sold here?

For a moment, Feng Ji felt murderous intent in his heart, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Feng Ji subconsciously dodged, only to hear the wood of the window next to him explode.

He looked down and saw a large number of government agents rushing over.

The leader is an official wearing a flower feather on his head and holding a revolver.

Behind him were dozens of Zaoyi policemen armed with foreign guns.

"The bold maniac dared to commit murder in broad daylight. Let Mr. Pan go!"

The official shouted loudly, but it attracted jeers and jeers from all around.

But he turned his head and started shouting: "A bunch of untouchables, do you want to die?"

The onlookers immediately shut up, but their eyes were full of indignation.

Someone muttered: "In the past, reporters were not so diligent."

"That is, when Zhao Laosi came to Tongfu Bank to look for his son, he was beaten half to death. His wife was kneeling at the door of the Yamen, and no police officers came."

"Damn it, these court hawks and dogs are just officials protecting each other. They don't care about the grievances of us ordinary people."

"A bunch of bastards!"

"I'm afraid this little hero is going to suffer."

"The gun team is here. No matter how good his kung fu is, I'm afraid he will be unlucky."

…

People were talking in low voices all around.

At this time, the official waved his hand, and the musketeers behind him were already lined up in three rows. The first row was already loaded and aimed at Feng Ji on the second floor.

The official shouted again, cursing: "The gangster upstairs, why don't you just surrender and arrest him?"

There was hope in Pan Zhiben's eyes, and he spoke with difficulty: "The government people are here, you can't run away, let me go, I can intercede for you, and my family will not be harmed."

"You have to think clearly. Once you are caught by the government, your parents and family will also be implicated. Your son's background will be stained in the future, and it will be difficult for him to donate to an official career."

"If you don't think about yourself, you don't think about your children either?"

He knew very well that people like Feng Ji dared to attack Tongfu alone in broad daylight and were not afraid of death at all.

But he also knows that as long as we are human, we have weaknesses.

Family, affection, these are all weaknesses!

This person who dared to break into Tongfu Bank and start killing people because of a woman must be a person who values ​​friendship.

So family must be his weakness.

He asked himself whether he was looking in the right direction, and as he spoke, he began to bewitch and threaten Feng Ji.

Feng Ji couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He stood behind the old man Pan Zhiben and asked, "Are you waiting for them to rescue you?"

"You know, no matter who comes today, you will die."

"You have seen the portrait, and I will not ask your people to find the person in the portrait."

"Having seen the portrait, you are destined to die."

A steel knife slowly pressed against Pan Zhiben's neck.

Suddenly, Pan Zhiben felt ice cold!

He suddenly understood what Feng Ji meant. He had seen the portrait. If he found the woman first, he could threaten Feng Ji with that woman!

People like Feng Ji would never allow this kind of thing to happen.

So everyone who has seen the portrait will die!

"you……"

puff--

The throat was cut, and blood was spraying from the carotid artery.

"Ho ho ho..."

Pan Zhiben desperately wanted to say something, but all he could hear was a whistling sound in his throat.

When the officials below saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed.

His face instantly turned livid, he waved his hand and roared: "Shoot, shoot!"

Bang bang bang...

Continuous gunshots rang out.

Pan Zhiben's body suddenly became a sieve.

The gun team took turns shooting, and there were crackling explosions in the house, mixed with the screams of some Tongfu Gang members who were pretending to be dead.

After three rounds of shooting, the official immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Come here, go up and search!"

Immediately, a small team cautiously walked into Tongfu Bank.

After a while, they arrived on the second floor, and their faces suddenly turned pale.

But they saw corpses all over the second floor, and the floor was covered in sticky blood.

Many corpses were riddled with bullet holes, and many of them had been shot to death by them just now.

For a moment, the search leader's face turned ugly. He ran to the window and shouted: "Sir, the traitor brutally killed the people who were traveling with him!"

He did not say that he and others killed him, but put all the blame on Feng Ji.

The official immediately shouted: "Where is the traitor?"

"Run away, my lord!"

The official couldn't believe it and became furious: "The whole city is wanted! Dig three feet into the ground and find him!"

The people watching applauded and laughed.

In the crowd, Xiao Liuzi breathed a sigh of relief, his face full of excitement and excitement.

"Master Feng is so powerful!"

"If he could teach me a move, I... would I still need to pull a rickshaw?"

"If I were as powerful as Master Feng, A-Lian would be blessed if she followed me from now on."

"I wonder if Master Feng will accept a disciple."

Xiao Liuzi was thinking wildly, and suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He suddenly had a bright idea, but he heard a familiar voice coming from behind: "Go to Yihexing."

"Master Feng!"

Xiao Liuzi turned his head quickly, his face full of surprise and disbelief.

How... did he leave Tongfu Bank?

And...even changed clothes? !

Feng Ji's face was stern, and he got into the car, his thoughts still on his eldest sister's safety.

Seeing Feng Ji's gloomy face, Xiao Liuzi didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly pulled up the rickshaw and headed straight for Yihexing.

The rickshaw ran all the way, and in the evening, it arrived at Yihe Hang.

Yihe Store is closing, and door panels are being installed at the door.

Feng Ji got out of the car and came to the door, stopped the work, and asked: "Is the shopkeeper here?"

The waiter was stunned, looked at Feng Ji up and down, shook his head and said: "It's closed, the shopkeeper has gone back, you want to see our shopkeeper, come tomorrow?"

Feng Ji took out a piece of silver, which was about ten taels, and said, "Brother, I have a batch of goods that I need to get rid of urgently. Can you help me? Where does your shopkeeper live?"

The clerk's eyes lit up, he took the silver ingot and bit it. When he saw the row of teeth marks on it, he suddenly laughed. His attitude changed 180 degrees and he said: "It's easy to talk, our shopkeeper lives on Dongda Street." No. 102, just go and look for it over there."

Feng Ji narrowed his eyes: "East Street?"

"Yes, but that's the American Concession over there. You'd better wear a dress, otherwise you'll be kicked out easily."

The clerk looked at Feng Ji and reminded him kindly.

Feng Ji didn't say anything, turned around to greet Xiao Liuzi, and went directly to East Street.

After such a delay, we did not arrive at the concession until evening.

At this time, the concession was under martial law, and there were foreign patrols on the streets.

Most of the people in these patrol teams are Indians.

Guangzhou was in turmoil, and the White Lotus cult members were everywhere, hating foreigners, so the concession was immediately under martial law at night.

Feng Ji glanced at it and said to Xiao Liuzi: "You go back first."

Xiao Liuzi wanted to say something, but in a blink of an eye, Feng Ji had disappeared into the street.

He was stunned and rubbed his eyes, full of surprise.

"Master Feng?"

After calling a few words, he was secretly surprised. Could Master Feng be possessed by a ghost?

This went too fast.

…

"boom!"

The tea bowl crashed to the ground, Pan Zhidong's face was full of anger!

"Can you say that again!"

In the hall, several brothers of the Pan family were sitting in the room, and below them stood officials wearing flowered feathers on their heads during the day.

This official's name was Pan Huaixiang, the eldest son of the second master of the Pan family. He obtained the official position through donation and used a lot of money to get into the position of county magistrate.

Pan Huaixiang's face turned bitter as he said, "Uncle, when I arrived, the gangster was already on a killing spree. I surrounded him from both sides, but I couldn't see how he escaped."

Pan Zhidong had a sullen face: "What do you mean, our clerks and shopkeepers from Fuxing were killed like this in broad daylight, and we couldn't even catch them?"

boom!

He was furious, slammed the table, and shouted: "Is this Guangzhou anymore? Huangpu Ancient Port, in the Thirteenth Line, when has something like this happened to my Pan family and suffered such grievances?"

"Huaixiang, I don't care what method you use, three days! Within three days, you must catch this untouchable man who knows nothing about heaven and earth!"

Pan Huaixiang had no choice but to say: "Uncle, I am thinking of a way. I have already found someone to draw a portrait of this person. I will go out tomorrow to check one by one. But my yamen only has so few people, as you know."

Pan Zhidong waved his hand: "Let Uncle Shun help me."

"Okay." Pan Huaixiang nodded.

At this time, others also spoke.

Pan Zhiming, the second master of the Pan family, said: "Brother, we have so many people in Tongfu, who can single-handedly kill them without any resistance? When did such a number one figure appear in Guangzhou?"

"Yes, brother, I'm afraid this matter is not that simple. Could it be someone from another family?" Pan Zhixue, the third child, also spoke.

"Everyone knows the famous masters in Guangzhou, and I'm afraid they are like dragons crossing the river."

"Brother, we need to find out this person's motives and why he is targeting our colleagues."

Pan Zhidong frowned. After listening to the brothers' analysis, his anger subsided. He looked at Pan Huaixiang and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Pan Huaixiang said: "According to some of the guys who survived the scene, this person came to the same company and seemed to be looking for a woman."

"What woman?"

"I don't know. He has a portrait, but only Fei Laosan and Uncle Ben have seen it, but they are both dead."

Pan Zhiming immediately said in a deep voice: "What a good method, I don't leave any clues, my methods are sophisticated."

Others were puzzled and looked at Pan Zhiming.

Pan Zhidong also immediately understood what Pan Zhiming meant: "Are you saying that he is afraid that we will find the person he is looking for first? Deliberately not leaving any clues?"

"Yes, it seems that the person he is looking for is very important to him. If we can find this person first, we can take the initiative, and this child will not escape our hands."

Everyone present could not help but nod slightly, these people are all smart people.

Rather than looking for a needle in a haystack, it’s better to get to the point.

Pan Zhidong pondered for a moment and said, "Let Wu Shun find out the list of pigs in the past month. What other characteristics does that person have?"

Pan Huaixiang said immediately: "That person's accent is not like that of a southerner. He has a northerner's accent, but I can't tell where it comes from."

"It doesn't matter. Most of what Ren Yazi brought back are pigs from Guangdong and Guangxi. There are not many from the north. Let me check them one by one to see if there are any pigs from the north."

"Dad, part of the pigs two weeks ago were sold to Yihe Bank and part to foreigners. How to check?" Pan Zhidong's eldest son Pan Huaifu asked.

"First check what has not been sold, and then contact Yihe Bank. As for the foreigners... forget it, if it really falls into the hands of foreigners, we will not come back."

"Yes, Dad."

The monthly ticket is already 240, brothers, thank you for your help, I will update it when it reaches 500, I will save the manuscript as soon as possible.