Hold the thick thighs tightly [My father is a traitor]

Chapter 611 Shut up

There was laughter in the small noodle shop. When the shopkeeper came out with the noodles, there was no one outside. She couldn't help but look across and cursed, "That bastard, he took my customers away again. Bah, I wonder how long you can be so proud. Sooner or later, you will get your comeuppance."

The third brother looked up as if he sensed something, and cast his eyes towards the street, only to see a familiar figure gradually disappearing into the distance. He rubbed his eyelids, took a closer look, then retracted his gaze and continued his endless chatter.

In a small corner where no one noticed, Wang Gungun followed Zhang Youqian and passed by slowly. He glanced at him casually and shook his head: "This man is haunted by karma. He won't live long!"

Zhang Youqian drooped his eyelids and rang the bell. The melodious sound of the bell brought the surrounding noise into silence.

The night was falling, a cool breeze was blowing, and the moon was hanging half-hidden in the sky. Its cold light shone through the mottled clouds and fell on the people who were searching at night.

The cavalry passed through the alleys with sharp eyes. The sound of horse hooves echoed in the silent streets, mixed with the metallic sound of weapons colliding at their waists.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the roof in front of them and disappeared perfectly in the darkness. This person had a hideous mask with a cracked mouth on his face. His deep eyes glowed coldly under the fragmented moonlight as he stared quietly at the figure searching below.

A cool breeze blew, lifting the black sleeves and making a slight sound.

One of the cavalrymen seemed to sense something, raised his eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank, and shouted: "The thief is there, chase him."

The man in black had anticipated this and his figure instantly disappeared into the roof. The next moment, he appeared like a ghost on the street in front of the cavalry, with a provocative smile on his face, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

This strange movement made the pursuer stunned for a moment, but he soon reacted and chased after him shouting angrily. The originally quiet street became noisy.

Sleepers woke up one after another, got up and went to the windows to secretly check the situation. Shops along the street were violently searched.

Lin Jinbao coaxed her son who was awakened, and looked at her husband with some concern: "Third brother, go and see what happened outside. It's so noisy that even Yaozu was woken up."

The third brother turned over and muttered, "This place is searched every other day, what's the big deal?"

Lin Jinbao pursed her lips, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness for some reason. She put her son back on the bed and wanted to go to the front to take a look.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a loud noise was heard from the store, and more than a dozen people holding torches rushed in. The leader waved his hand and ordered, "Search for me."

The third brother was startled and sat up suddenly from the bed, and saw more than a dozen soldiers searching his residence.

His mind immediately buzzed, and he subconsciously got out of bed, stumbled to the leader, and boldly flattered him, "Sir, what are you searching for? We are good citizens."

Just as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew and he was kicked heavily into the corner of the room. The huge force made him groan and blood spurted out of his mouth.

The leader shouted unhappily, "Go away! Stop disturbing me while I'm arresting people."

Lin Jinbao was so shocked by this that he screamed and threw himself on the third brother, his eyes full of fear and anger: "Why are you hitting me? We are relatives of Princess Le'an, be careful or I will let Princess Le'an arrest you."

The leader heard this, slightly turned his eyes and smiled contemptuously: "Even if you are Princess Le'an, you are not allowed to hinder me from performing my duties. Who the hell are you?"

At this time, a soldier dragged out a package from under the bed. When he opened it, he saw a split-mouth mask and a neatly folded black tights inside.

When the third brother saw this, his face suddenly changed and he shouted in horror: "This, this, where did this come from? This is not mine."

However, the officers and soldiers turned a deaf ear to this and continued searching. Soon, they found another pair of Hu people's boots.

The leader narrowed his eyes and said with a murderous look: "Keeping the property of the barbarians is a serious crime. According to the law, it can be punished. Execute the people here on the spot, and don't let any of them go."

"Yes!"

As three sharp cold lights flashed by, the crying of the little baby and the cries of the adults stopped abruptly, and a thick smell of blood filled the house.

As the search was completed, Donggang Wharf returned to deathly silence.

After an unknown amount of time, the strange masked man appeared again. He walked in the warm blood and came to the third brother, quietly admiring his miserable condition.

The third brother desperately covered his neck with both hands, his eyes fixed on the dead child, blood oozing out from between his fingers as he made his last dying struggle.

The man in black slowly squatted down, took off his mask, and smiled warmly: "Uncle Zheng Yuan, I feel a little sad that you left so easily."

"It's you...you..." The third brother opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief.

The smile on the black-clothed man's face gradually turned icy cold in his eyes that were about to fade. He continued to speak in a grim tone: "How can you comment on other people's children? I hope Uncle Zheng Yuan will keep his mouth shut in his next life."

After saying this, the man in black dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, turned around and left, leaving behind only three gradually stiffening corpses and the lingering smell of blood.