The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Things are in trouble. Anyone who has a little understanding of how many enemies he has provoked over the years can understand that the middle-aged man is going to be in trouble, not to mention that he has already anticipated the things he has done?

It was because of this that he wanted to recruit a large number of martial arts masters to protect his own safety and the safety of his family. However, he did not expect that the security system he had worked so hard to build would now be easily torn apart by one person!

what to do?what to do?What should I do?

The middle-aged head of the family was swaying in the recliner, repeatedly thinking about the secret to saving his life, and was dizzy because of the sudden change in the situation overnight.

Fortunately, it was not just his family that suffered, otherwise the other families in Gouwu City would have eaten him and his family alive before those enemies came to the door!

The old housekeeper waited respectfully aside, keeping the mansion quiet so that the owner could think carefully about how to minimize the losses, but this was not a job that could be completed quickly:

The middle-aged man thought hard for a long time. When the old housekeeper's joints became stiff, his eyes suddenly lit up and he found the best way:

"Quick! Go and prepare gifts! Go to the family ancestral house to get the good things I collected. I want to visit the city lord!"

"Isn't this too expensive? Besides, if we visit the city lord, other families won't think we are..."

The old housekeeper reminded, hesitating to speak.

"Of course I know it's too expensive," the middle-aged man's cheeks twitched with distress when he thought of the good things he had hidden in his ancestral home and looked after. "But now is the time to save your life. Your life is almost gone. What should you care about?" treasure!"

He took a long breath, and then insisted bitterly: "Go and get it, get those good things that are second only to family heirlooms. Only by getting these things can the man protect us!"

The old butler nodded immediately and rushed out with a single step: he may not know the deeper calculation, but as long as the head of the family makes up his mind, the old butler cannot refuse.

What's more, with the current situation, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is only a matter of time to seek help from the city lord?

In this case, it is better to go as fast as possible and leave a good impression on the city lord!

The old housekeeper personally led a group of thugs to the ancestral home cautiously. In the current Gouwucheng, the situation has become so complicated and bad that they cannot be cautious. Who knows whether there will be the same martial arts myth as last night haunting the streets and alleys?

……

At noon, the middle-aged head of the family, who was quiet and recuperating, finally calmed down completely. He dressed in Huafu, which he had washed early in preparation for emergencies, and sat in the lobby blowing the autumn breeze, letting the faint anxiety in his heart subside again.

bang bang bang bang bang—

However, the rapid sound of footsteps made his already impetuous mood more uneasy, even aggravating it to the point of frenzy.

"Master, master!"

The old housekeeper almost expired and stumbled in. No one followed him. The calm atmosphere in the lobby suddenly dropped, and the sweltering air was as hot as a dog's day.

"What happened?"

The middle-aged head of the family asked the out-of-breath old housekeeper in a low voice, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

"Everything in the ancestral home of my boss, ancestral home, is gone!"

The old housekeeper was so frightened that he lost his mind

The sentence made the middle-aged family owner's eyes darken and he fainted!

Chapter 156 Intensifies

"Check! Go check it for me!!!"

An angry roar rang out in the antique mansion, and the furious roar with blood-filled throat completely destroyed the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the mansion.

However, the owner of the voice no longer had time to care about the elegant attitude. The vibrato mixed with rage and fear lingered inside the house where he used to be content, hinting at his panic and resentment.

Who [Yanguo swears] would have thought that while eating fruits and singing songs at home, he would turn around and find that his home had been stolen? !

There is nothing left for [Yanguo swear]!The house is surrounded by walls, even if a mouse comes in, it will run out with tears in its eyes and doubt life!

This, this [Yan Guo swear] is no longer an ordinary situation, we must strike hard!

The old butler reluctantly withdrew, leaving a few young servants to take care of the middle-aged man lying on the bed. The patriarch of the Gouwucheng clan, who was saved by the old butler, had his eyes crooked and his mouth twisted, almost having a stroke. The reality of stealing light is so angry that I am almost dead.

That's the ancestral home!

The family roots of the traditional Yanguo people, a place of gathering and unity for a family, started from the first generation of patriarchs, and went through many renovations to his generation. It is only a few hundred years old noble house less than the total history of Gouwucheng!

Three groups of people were fully monitoring and patrolling from morning to night, with eyes closely monitoring from east to west, and clan members would go back for patrols from time to time. This was the most trustworthy place for the family in the entire Gouwu City. As a result, within this day, they were Even the chairs were stolen, leaving only the most common and cheapest plastic stools!

I [Yanguo swears]...!You are riding on the horse, you cannot ride on the horse! ! !

When he thought of the large quantities of gold and silver treasures that had been used for family operations and comeback after the accident that had been evacuated from the secret room of the old house overnight, the middle-aged head of the family clutched his heart tightly, and his whole face turned blue.

The hard work of several generations and the accumulation of hundreds of years are just gone? !

"Check! Check everything for me!!!"

He yelled madly, his eyes were red, and he was so angry that he lost his mind. The four young servants standing by the door to take care of him looked at each other awkwardly, and finally decided to wait until he vented all his anger. Go serve again.

With the almost crazy attitude of middle-aged people now, if they rush forward at this time, they are waiting to be beaten, or even kicked out directly!

Snapped--!

Sure enough, the middle-aged man who couldn't find an immediate target for revenge focused on the hot tea on the table. He didn't care about his clean and spotless dress and smashed the teapot and porcelain cup on the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

Broken porcelain and hot water splashed far away, and the spilled tea stained the edges of the dress with a dark color that was difficult to remove. The middle-aged man who usually cherishes the dress and style very much no longer cares about etiquette and generosity, and is filled with anger. The Yanguo people who had not pressed the button were so angry that they stretched out their arms and shouted to the sky, but they could only sit in the room and wait for news from the old housekeeper.

Now he doesn't dare to go out and bet whether Wulin Shinhwa, who sent away the thugs last night, will remember his offense, so he can only sit here and be as helpless and furious as Zarak in the mud ditch.

The middle-aged man's roar frightened the four young servants so much that they couldn't help but tremble all over. They took a sneak peek and saw that the master's face was red at the moment, and there was even a large white streak on his head. Behind Bai Wu's "smoke-filled" face, they all lowered their heads and counted the cracks in the floor tiles, wishing they could shrink to the ground.

However, two of the four people smiled while lowering their heads, their eyes flickering, wondering what they were planning.

At the same time, sounds of shouting and cursing could be heard from the hidden family houses in Gouwu City, and there were also countless young servants looking on with weird smiles, looking at the frightened and irritable look of these formerly graceful family heads. These middle-aged family heads, who are self-aware, discovered that all the wealth accumulated by the family had disappeared.

"Check! Check quickly!!!"

At that time, I don’t know how many house owners let out deafening roars, and I don’t know how many people didn’t dare to sleep at night. They had to rush to various parts of Gouwucheng to investigate. Even the city lord’s palace and the maintenance bureau were alerted, and they planned to I sent someone over the next day to inquire about the situation.

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The investigation soon came to a conclusion, but this was not because the investigators were so sensitive or insightful, but because... the Thief Saint's little gift arrived again today.

That's right, because of receiving the "little gift" from this man of the Qianmen, the residents of Gouwu City no longer called each other the descendants of the Qianmen. They directly used the legendary title of Thief Saint.

This name, which was originally only active in storybooks and novels, appears in reality and is closely related to the grassroots of Gouwucheng. It is really a bit of black humor.

I don’t know if I thought that giving the Thief Saint a name would be enough to repay his hospitality. The poor people in Wucheng began to spend their money with the gold leaves in their hands, and the intensity of their cover-up gradually decreased.

Then... they were discovered by the servants who had been searching all night with red eyes.

"This is something from our house! You stole it!"

The red-eyed servant took advantage of the master's power and cursed loudly, trying to snatch the shining gold leaf from the hand of the skinny middle-aged poor man.

"I'm so stupid! What you say is yours is yours?! I'm still saying that this is mine! Did you come to my house?!"

middle-aged poor

Min struggled desperately, holding on to the shining golden leaf in his hand, scolding and snatching it away, wishing he could beat the brains out of the dog who was fighting against the power of others.

"You can't speak human words while riding a horse, right! Beat him! Beat him until he can't spit out the dog teeth!"

The servants fought with him with pale faces. The dog, who was so angry at the middle-aged man's rude and slang words, immediately started calling for help from the sidelines. A group of servants with malicious intentions came over with sinister smiles.

"What a frightening thing! I'm telling you today! If this thing belongs to us, it belongs to us! Give it a try!"

Seeing that the golden leaf was about to be taken away, the middle-aged poor man's eyes turned red, and he started shouting angrily behind him:

"Brothers, come out! Someone is robbing us!"

This scream was outrageous. With the rumble of footsteps, the slum was like a wasp's nest that had been smashed. The black crowd ran out of the residence like wasps, angrily staring at the servants who were blatantly robbing people.

"You, what do you want to do!"

The servant was so frightened that he let go and couldn't help but retreat to the group of servants. After a while, he became angry and yelled with his hands on his neck:

"Everyone has taken control of the things in their hands! Those are my master's things! Anyone who dares to touch them will be waiting for my boss's revenge!"

"..."

Hearing his rants, the crowd suddenly fell silent. The change from extreme movement to extreme silence made the servants mistakenly believe that his threat had worked. He couldn't help but smile wildly, wanting to add a few more threats, and let him know by the way. The middle-aged poor man just now obediently offered the gold leaf in his hand:

"It's quite sensible! If you know what's going on, hurry up..."

"You said it belonged to your master, where is the evidence?"

A voice from the crowd suddenly said, interrupting the servant's threat and causing him to choke and cough.

"Nonsense!" The dog reacted angrily and yelled: "A bunch of mud-legged people deserve to have gold leaves in their hands! They were all stolen from our master's house!"

"..."

This time the crowd was really silent. Everyone just stared at them, their eyes gradually turning red.

"W-what are you doing?! Those who know how to keep things are keeping them! Our master will come and collect them as soon as possible. If you don't hand them over, all of them will be arrested and brought to the officials!"

The young servant was frightened by the solid atmosphere, but the false master was still providing him with the courage he thought he had. He was so excited that he couldn't help but scold him.

"..."

No reply.

What the young servant was waiting for was a cold, dead look.

tread--

The first sound of treading on the ground was heard, followed by the second, third, tenth, and hundredth... The sound of footsteps drowned out the rampant dog in silence, locking the harsh curses and hoarse pleadings to death. in the cage.

Chapter 157 Ambush

The disappearance of a group of servants did not attract the attention of the family owners - because all the servants who tried to unreasonably take away the gold leaves from the poor people were killed.

The emergence of the Taiping Religion united various scattered groups in the slums. The terrifying power of the Four Gods gave the agreement a new meaning, and betrayal became a fact that really cost lives.

When fighting side by side is guaranteed, it is not unusual for people in the slums to resist pressure outside the slums back to back.

It's just that... they safeguarded their own interests as a matter of course, and naturally attracted the revenge of many family heads who had suffered huge losses:

"It's them! It must be them!"

bang——

The big hand hit the table hard, making a muffled sound. The old owner with red eyes stared fiercely at the two dead fish eyes, his face turned purple:

"Where can a bunch of mud-legged people get the gold leaves! It can only be that our things have been robbed by them! Arrest them all! Beat them all to death! It's all our money! It's all our money!"

"We have no evidence, and the things we store are not gold leaves."

The man lying sickly on the recliner tilted his head with a long braid and shook his head and answered him:

"It's not the past now. If you grab things indiscriminately, you will be stopped by the city lord's palace."

"That's ridiculous!" The old man blew his beard and glared:

"Fifty years ago, we could make them kneel on the ground to farm for us. 50 years ago, we could make them receive wages and use all their wages to buy a pound of rice. 40 years ago, we could hang those who refused to obey. Why can’t you get our things back?!”

"Because 20 years ago we had our bones broken by that woman. Ten years ago we knelt before the city lord and surrendered. Five years ago we stopped raising private soldiers at home. Three years ago... we were still lying on the ground motionless. Dare to move."

The sick man's movements did not change, he was still swaying on the recliner. He closed his eyes, as if he was recalling everything that happened in Gouwu City 20 years ago. The people of Gouwucheng were completely uprooted and finally, at the request of Emperor Yan, they no longer acted like pugs wagging their tails at the feet of aristocratic families.

In other words, even if the aristocratic family wants them to be lapdogs, they must discuss it with them in a friendly manner, lure them with benefits, and use words to convince them. They must never let them realize what they are like now and why they are working so hard. People continue to work hard, but their lives do not improve much.

"So what should we do! Is it possible that our money has been wasted like this!"

Another strong man

The head of the family cursed with red eyes: "All the secrets of martial arts are hidden in my house! All the horses have been stolen. What you don't have is gold, silver and jewelry, and what I don't have are martial arts medicines and original techniques!"

More house heads who were watching with cold eyes were aroused by his words, and they couldn't help but start complaining to each other. For a time, the entire house head gathering was full of smoke and devastation, and there were poor victims of the robbers everywhere.

Only the sickly young man rocked on his chair without changing his expression, watching these clowns perform impromptu performances.

Then, halfway through their meeting to discuss things, the news reached some individuals in the ghetto.

"Look, Mr. Wuyou, they really can't sit still."

Hong Quan smiled and handed the note with a few lines of words to Wu You, and took a sip of tea that was full of tea fragrance.

"They have actually been able to join forces?" Wu You said in surprise, not understanding why these people gathered so quickly: "I thought they would have to test each other for a while before holding a meeting!"

"Oh, it depends on whether there are capable people inside - like this person."

Hong Quan handed him a piece of paper. On the dim yellow straw paper, a sickly young man was lightly drawn with ink: "This is a powerful person. He uses the situation to guide the trend and the strength to fight. When everyone is hesitating, , this person secretly used tricks to allow the rally to begin."

"this person……"

Wu You stared intently at the young man's thin face, his bulging cheekbones and pale lips lightly outlined with ink, and more and more past events flashed through his mind.

"Are you familiar with it?" Hong Quan raised his eyebrows.