Xiao Liuzi helped the old man who fell to the ground and glanced at He Qihuan lightly, but his eyes were like a knife and ice.

Xiao Liuzi looked at the old man, his face filled with smiles, and a warm smile like the spring breeze: "Who bullies you?"

The old man looked at Xiao Liuzi, then secretly looked at He Qihuan who was silent beside him, looked at his black clothes, and trembledly said, "No... I fell down myself."

Xiao Liuzi looked at the old man and sighed softly. However, his men stared at He Qihuan's black clothes without hesitation, frowned in disgust, and pushed them up viciously.

"Boy, you did it, right? Come with us!" said one of them.

Xiao Liuzi glanced at He Qihuan again, her eyes flashed. Thinking about Zhao Na’s entrustment, she sighed again, and cursed at the subordinates who had just spoken: “Hei San, you were drunk yesterday and didn’t wake up yet. Who are you talking to? Who are you here? There are people here!"

Several yamen runners were stunned and looked at He Qihuan. He Qihuan was like an old monk entering into meditation. He looked at his feet without saying a word, but his face was full of books and a calm smile. He Qihuan was naturally sure that his current files were as pure as virgins, and he was not afraid that the yamen runners would cause trouble for him. Although his clothes were black, they looked like gangsters.

Several yamen runners looked at Xiao Liuzi again. The man called Hei San was very clever and immediately smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I was really dizzy and had a phantom, and I actually talked to the air."

Several people smiled and really treated He Qihuan as air. They took a step back and surrounded Xiao Liuzi. They were all Xiao Liuzi's confidant. They were very good at looking at the scenery of the mountains and thought that the boss's strange behavior must have a far-reaching purpose. Perhaps this person was an undercover agent in this area, perhaps the boss wanted to play a long line to catch big fish, etc. Besides, this boy did not look like a gangster in addition to his dark clothes.

Xiao Liuzi took out a handful of copper coins and forced it to the old man who set up the stall just now. He looked at what He Qihuan wanted to say, but said nothing and left with his subordinates. He really didn't understand such a gangster in a second-rate gangster, a gangster who felt like he was falling. His boss Zhao Na said he must take care of him and cover him. But Xiao Liuzi felt a sense of ruthlessness in his heart, and he muttered to himself: If you don't do anything bad, I will turn a blind eye, but if you really do evil and behave like a commoner, and behave badly by the boss Zhao Na, I will also punish you.

Xiao Liuzi took his men away. The old man who set up a stall looked at He Qihuan who had been staying next to him as if nothing had happened. He trembled with the copper coins that Xiao Liuzi had just stuffed him to He Qihuan: "Master... Master, my son is really... really sick, I want to buy medicine!"

He Qihuan looked at the old man with a look of earth, looked at the deep wrinkles on his yellow face, and sighed: "Why didn't you expose us bad guys when there were people from the government just now? Why are you so kind? If we ask you for money, you will give it to..."

The old man looked at He Qihuan blankly, and couldn't understand what he was saying - this underworld actually asked the people to expose and report themselves? He actually asked the people to resist them?

Is it a problem with my brain when I get drunk? No!! It must be a slander! It must be a slander, it must be a slander, it must be a complaint that I don’t have enough money!

The old man's face was twitching, and he touched his body in panic, but he didn't find anything. He cried and said, "Uncle... Uncle, I... I really have nothing, really nothing..."

He Qihuan sighed: People, "You are really kind. He took out some of the copper coins he had on him and forced them to the old man, and said, "There is a medicine king at the end of Wuyi Lane in the southern part of the capital to treat the poor. If you don't charge money, you can take your son to see him."

He Qihuan dared not look at the old man's eyes again, nor did he dare look at the old man's grandson's eyes that were flawless but full of fear and hatred, and hurriedly left. Only the old and the young were in a daze.

The old man was completely stupid with the copper coins in his hand - do you still want such a gangster?

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Huangmao looked at He Qihuan in surprise and said in confusion: "Why didn't the eagle claws catch you?"

He Qihuan smiled and turned his clothes over and turned into a graceful scholar in a blue shirt. This was what he learned from Du Budao of Du's family. The clothes were two layers, black on the outside and blue on the inside.

Everyone laughed and praised him for his brain, but also warned him that fortunately he had a naive face when he went to work on the first day. The yamen runners didn't know him yet. If they had been in trouble for a long time, their face would be listed on the yamen runners, and this trick would not work.

The young man named He Feng was also very excited to introduce He Qihuan. Most of the yamen runners in this street are umbrella types and have a close relationship with them. Some people in the government are owls and turn a blind eye to them, but some are evil wolves. For example, the little Liuzi and his subordinates saw them as fierce as seeing a third-generation enemy with a deep blood hatred, so they called "Black Heart Six". Fortunately, these guys were not permanent, but were mobile patrolling in several major areas. Otherwise, they would really have drunk the northwest wind.

After joking, Huangmao said coldly: "Okay, you are already familiar with the terrain, so let's work below. You three will follow this street and collect all the protection fees for this month." After that, he went to a small hotel by himself.

The boss of this group had rested and didn't go far. Qian Duo, who had a pale face, lit up his eyes and hid in a small shop, and threw it to He Qihuan and He Feng: "I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, I need to rest, you two go and collect money." He Feng pulled He Qihuan and left, and quietly looked at the small shop where Qian Duo entered, showed a man's expression that men knew, and said with a lewd smile: "That old-fashioned person with old money...hehe!"

He Qihuan was the only one left. He Feng immediately put on his elder brother's appearance, patted He Qihuan on the shoulder and said, "Okay, go and collect the money, I'll look at it..." He pointed to a snack bar in front and shouted to He Qihuan: "Go!"

He Qihuan touched his nose, smiled bitterly, and thought to himself: Are you really going to do something that is unreasonable? Forget it, let's try it in the role.

He Qihuan coughed twice and walked forward. The snack bar was not big, with a stove at the door, and a few worn wooden tables and chairs in the house. A woman in her forties was busy, with dark skin and exhausted face.

"This sister-in-law..." He Qi said politely.

"Guest...ah! Uncle...is there anything wrong?" The middle-aged woman looked up and saw He Qihuan's black clothes and He Feng who was smiling behind him, and said in horror.

"Can you pay some... that... the protection fee?" He Qihuan said with a red face and looked at his toes.

"Uncle...I...I...I...no money, please pity us..."

"No money, then... forget it!"

"Hahaha...haha..." He Feng smiled with his stomach holding his stomach. He pulled He Qihuan away and laughed: "Are you collecting debts or begging for food? Look at me!"
Chapter completed!