The old city was renovated, with a lot of trash cans against the walls, with the big word "demolition" written on the wall, sprayed with white paint. Although the explosion had not started, there was indeed no ghost. Even the wild cat, which was usually cold and cold, was already hungry and skinny. When he saw Chen Fan, he meowed.

Chen Fan wanted to dodge sideways, but it followed a few steps in front of him and rolled on the ground, looking like he would not let the little fish dry and we were endlessly striking.

Chen Fan looked at it with a cold face, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh.

He was a little bit big, and squatted on the ground to carry the wild cat next to the car. He actually went to the trunk to take out a box of canned cats bought for Brother Xian'er to help him open it.

The wild cat is not very good-looking, and it is very thin, so it is actually quite poor in appearance. However, Chen Fan is a hard-mouthed person and soft-hearted person. There is no way to see it hungry and feeding.

"Stay honestly, don't follow me."

Chen Fan said, touched the big cat's head, and the big cat hid behind for a while, as if he was reluctant to be touched, but after staring at Chen Fan for a long time, he still squatted on the ground and ate canned food.

Chen Fan went back and went upstairs. After walking a few steps, he saw the big cat rubbing the can on the floor and rubbing onto the wall. It seemed that this guy was quite experienced.

In the old city, it was getting dark, and Chen Fan walked in with a flashlight in his hand. Because the power was cut off, it was dark and gloomy inside, making people feel very uncomfortable.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

With the sound of dog barking inside, a man with a foot basin in his hand walked out, with a towel hanging around his neck, frowning at him.

After a brief silence, the man suddenly changed his face. He threw away the washbasin and turned around and ran away.

"stop!"

Chen Fan recognized the other party immediately and rushed forward with a quick speed. He picked up a cutting board in the yard with an axe on it and turned around and chopped Chen Fan, "Will I go?"

Chen Fan didn't dodge, and kicked the man's wrist with his legs outside. The axe flew in response to the sound. Almost at the same time, Chen Fan turned around and kicked the man in a big water tank next to him with a bang. The man fell into the water and screamed. At this moment, the door inside was suddenly knocked open. Chen Fan subconsciously shook his head and saw a small child running towards him with a kitchen knife, "Dare to hit my father, I'll kill you!"

This child is only ten years old at most, and he can't even hold the kitchen knife. Chen Fan took the child with a little catch. At this time, the man had already gotten up, "Xiao De! Xiao De!"

"Is it you who killed Zhao Dezhu?" This was the first time Chen Fan had met such a fierce man and asked in a deep voice.

"I killed the man, it has nothing to do with my son!" The man knelt down to Chen Fan and kowtowed, "If you let him go, if you let him go, he will still be a child."

"Ba." Chen Fan shook his hand forward and staggered the child, but he didn't expect the child to fall to the ground and climb up again. He clenched his fists and looked at Chen Fan hatefully, but Chen Fan looked confused. He pointed at the child's face and looked very fierce. The child was obviously afraid of him and took a step back.

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Look at the child you brought." Chen Fan turned to look at the middle-aged man, "There are faults and the debts are the masters. I don't need to tell you the truth about killing people to pay for their lives."

"No need." The man's mouth twitched and his cold sweat flowed. "I'll know that there will be this day since I knew this happened when you next."

"You know me?"

"certainly."

The corners of the man's mouth continued to twitch, "We can't afford to mess with someone like you."

"Actually, I'm very curious. What kind of deep hatred do you have with that person? I stabbed him so many times in one breath?"

"Because I hate it!" The man suddenly widened his eyes and gritted his teeth, "That bastard, I wish I could eat meat and sleep! It was really cheap for him to give him just a few cuts!"

"Have he done something sorry for you?"

"He killed my dad, my wife, and my family!"

Chen Fan scratched his face, "Why are you doing this?"

"Our family makes pastry, old-fashioned brands. By my generation, it has been six generations. A few years ago, the largest store in the city was ours, but what about now?" The man coughed twice, "Now, everything is gone! It's this bastard, it's him! He collected other people's money and made false reports. He said in the newspaper that our pastry was made of gutter oil, which ruined the signboard of our old-fashioned brands!"

"Are you the young shopkeeper of Fushengyuan?"

Chen Fan seemed to remember such a thing. Fushengyuan is an old shop. It has been very famous since the Qing Dynasty. Ten years ago, they were the big brothers in the traditional pastry field in the city. Chen Fan heard Wu Qiong talk about it, but this shop fell down while the gutter oil incident, the company went bankrupt, and there was no one. It is said that the old shopkeeper later hanged himself because he could not stand the pressure of public opinion. It was quite a big news at that time.

Later, the young shopkeeper of Fushengyuan became anxious. A lawsuit reported the evening newspaper that reported the incident at that time. However, the evening newspaper had a deep roots and sued twice in a row. Fushengyuan lost. He was a winner at the end of the final trial, but Fushengyuan was already very cold at that time. Although the evening newspaper posted a front page to apologize for this matter, at that time, the phenomenon of "good things don't go out" was very common. Even if the newspaper finally clarified the facts, Fushengyuan, the old sign, still had no chance to turn around. It was like an outdated celebrity wanted to give. Unless something shocking, it would be useless to talk about it.

And the culprit of this incident is this shameless guy named Zhao Dezhu.

"Do you do this to avenge your father?"

Chen Fan felt a little sympathetic to this person.

"I'm for myself."

The man looked as if he was ashamed and snorted coldly, "I have nothing left. Until now, I still remember my father lying on the hospital bed with his eyes staring at him before he died. He actually had no big problem. He couldn't get through the hurdle in his heart. When he was young, my father told me that this craft and sign were left by his ancestors. Even if he died, he could not be hit by the hands of our two generations, but in the end, it still hit me."

The man smiled bitterly, "Why shouldn't a scammer's words ruin the hard work of our family for generations?"

"Then you don't need to stab him for more than thirty times." Chen Fan spread his hands.

"You don't know the hatred in my heart." The man snorted coldly, shook his body, and took a step back. He looked at the sky and said to himself, "You don't know how I came here in the past few years, you don't understand."

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