"It's you?"

When Dong Ping saw it, his eyes suddenly turned red, because the person who came was none other than Zhao Mingcheng, who had insulted him.

He was already angry at Mrs. Zhao's attitude. He took the risk and threw himself into the government to change her fate of becoming a Jiaofangsi.

The short spear stabbed him directly without saying a word.

When he thrust out the spear, Dong Ping just struck out in anger and didn't think much about it.

But when a gun pierced Zhao Mingcheng's heart and he saw the man who was supposed to be his brother-in-law screaming and falling down, Dong Ping was also stunned.

"Third brother! Third brother!"

When the screams started, Mrs. Zhao threw herself on Zhao Mingcheng's body and burst into tears. Dong Ping opened his mouth: "I...I didn't want to do this..."

Mrs. Zhao burst into tears: "Evil thief! You killed my brother, I want the government to take you! I want the government to take you...ah!!"

Dong Ping didn't know why he just flicked his hand, and the young lady he had fallen in love with had hit the cabinet hard, her head was broken and bleeding, and she fell to the ground.

Looking at this scene, Dong Ping shook his head repeatedly: "I can't be wanted by the government...I can't...right! It was Ding Run...it was Ding Run who killed them!"

He suddenly turned around, came to the wall, and began to write: "The murderer is Ding Run!"

During this period, Dong Ping followed Zhao Tingzhi and had a detailed understanding of Wu Juhou's murder case. For example, Ding Run arrogantly left evidence of his crime after killing someone. Naturally, he could take advantage of this.

But just after he finished writing, Dong Ping suddenly realized that, not to mention that his handwriting could not be the same as that of Ding Run, just saying that he used a gun and Ding Run used a knife was the biggest flaw that was difficult to conceal...

Looking at the candlelight next to him, Dong Ping showed a cruel look on his eyebrows and murmured in his mouth: "I'm sorry, I am a good citizen, I can only suffer you!"

…

Inside the main house.

Zhao Tingzhi was lying on the bed. A few days ago, he had led the civil servants to attack Gao Qiu, but his face was withered and his spirit was listless.

But he still didn't give up, his eyes were moving and his eyes were flickering.

Just as he was thinking about how to reverse the current situation, he heard screams, and then a black shadow rushed in quickly.

Zhao Tingzhi's heart sank and his face changed horribly: "Ding Run? Are you here to kill me?"

However, what caught his eye was the young martial artist whom he admired relatively: "Dong Ping, why is it you... ugh!!"

While he was in shock, a gun was stabbed into his chest, and an apologetic voice sounded in his ears:

"Zhao Zhongcheng, I'm sorry. It's better for you to be alive than to be dead anyway, so please help me!"

"I actually... lured a wolf into my house? Cluck... cluck..."

Blood gushed out from his mouth. Zhao Tingzhi raised his head with great regret and looked at the man who was supposed to protect him, knocking down all the candles in the room.
Chapter completed!