The sour jujube is in the northern border of Chenliu. If you want to go there, you have to leave the city from the north.

When we were about to reach the city gate, there were riots in the market on the right.

A large number of people and vendors kept running out, looking panicked, and some even had scars on their bodies.

In the market, a black horse rushed around. The owner on the horse's back held a whip in his hand and whipped at the nearby people, as if venting his anger. While beating, he shouted angrily: "Unpard! Untouchable!"

If the people resisted, several evil servants immediately rushed over, fists and feet facing each other, beating them all up all over their bodies.

"How come this guy looks familiar?"

Xiahou An and others stood in the middle of the street. Looking from afar, they always felt that this back had seen it somewhere.

No matter whether he has seen it or not, my elder brother said that he yelled when he saw the injustice on the road, and he would take action when it was time to take action.

The righteous young men immediately shouted: Stop!

The man on the horse was stunned. Why is this voice so familiar?

He looked back and Xiahou An and others came.

Good guy!

Zhang Po!

It's really a narrow road for enemies.

"Didn't you just sent it to the government office yesterday and are waiting for trial in prison? Why did you even run out!" Xiahou Jie asked loudly.

"You can't control this, why do you want to meddle in other people's business today?"

Zhang Po, who had changed his clothes, rode on the horse, as if he was deliberately provoking, and whipped the people around him hard, making them burst into pieces and complained.

"You guy, you are so deadly!"

The teenagers gritted their teeth.

Zhang Po didn't care, but laughed wildly: "You can go to the government to sue me for hurting people in the street. Isn't it just medical expenses? I can afford it. I have money. What can you do to me?"

After saying that, he whipped the innocent people hard again.

Yesterday, Zhang Po was so angry that he was embarrassed in public. However, Bian Rang was a famous scholar and was very difficult to mess with. Ruan Yu was a famous scholar in Chenliu and a student of Cai Yong, so he was not easy to attack directly, so he came here to vent his anger on these people today.

As a result, by chance, I ran into Xiahou An and the others again.

As the saying goes: When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.

Zhang Po hated these boys from other places in his heart. Now that he saw them, he naturally wanted to get them back with the capital and profit.

But he also knew that these teenagers were all very good, so they didn't want to fight head-on.

If it's hard, then it's soft.

Don’t you like to uphold justice? Then I will beat the people in front of you. So what can you do!

Zhang Po Chong issued an order to the evil servants, as long as no one was killed, he would be beaten up.

The tyrants immediately took action and beat and smashed the people and the pavers in the market.

The people were filled with grief.

"Go and catch this guy for me!"

Xiahou An lowered his eyebrows and anger lit up in his eyes.

With the elder brother's words, the young men who had already been furious rushed forward and started a big fight with the dog-legged men.

Soon, a group of newly replaced dog legs fell to the ground and moaned.

But just as the teenagers were about to capture Zhang Po, the soldiers in charge of patrol came over in time. The officer in charge of the patrol glanced at the chaotic scene, waved his hand, and issued an order without saying a word: "Gather a group to fight and take it down!"

Obviously, it is another 'Chen Gao'.

Zhang Po on the horse was very cooperative and dismounted and passed through the teenagers. When he passed by Xiahou An, he deliberately hit Xiahou An's shoulder with a strong look on his face, and smiled proudly: "It seems that you can't do anything about me."

For him, the government office is the second home.

"Xu Chu!"

Xiahou An shouted.

Xu Chu listened to the order, stretched out his big hand, grabbed the back of Zhang Po's head, and pulled it to the ground suddenly. Zhang Po was unsteady and staggered and kneeled. Then he heard a "bang", and a warm contact between his head and the ground was blooming.

Wow!

Zhang Po screamed in pain, trying to resist, but was pressed to the ground by Xu Chu, without any power to struggle.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

The teenagers actually dared to ignore his orders, and the officer immediately shouted in anger.

"Be your * b!"

Xiahou An spitted on the ground, turned around and raised his leg, kicked the officer hard in the abdomen, kicking him nearly ten feet away.

The officer fainted without knowing whether it was because of the lack of exercise.

Without the command of the team, the soldiers were in charge, and they were not blind, and they were so arrogant that this group of teenagers must be a big figure.

Without the intervention of the soldiers, Xiahou An asked Xu Chu to let go of Zhang Ba, and asked Xiahou Jie and Xu Huai to kneel on the ground.

"I warn you, don't do anything random!"

Things did not develop towards the imagined situation, and the arrogant Zhang Po was a little panicked.

Moreover, the posture of his kneeling was obviously a treatment that was only received by the death row prisoner when he was beheaded.

Facing Zhang Po's panic, Xiahou An was particularly calm. He came to Zhang Po, squatted down slowly, looked at the county prince with a panic expression, patted Zhang Po's face lightly, and said calmly: "In my former hometown, there is a saying that killing people will pay for their lives. Yesterday you rode a horse and injured two lives in a row. Today, you rode a horse market and ravaged innocent people. You have done so many evil deeds. I can't spare you."

The meaning in the words is very obvious, that is, I want to do the way for heaven.

When Xiahou An got up, Xu Chu handed the ghost-killing sword to the lord.

The onlookers couldn't believe it, but they had great hopes.

Zhang Po's heart broke out and still shouted stubbornly: "Even if he is guilty, he should send me to the government. It's not your turn to deal with it!"

"Brother, don't believe him!"

"He will definitely be able to come out again when sent to the government!"

The teenagers who were fooled once shouted loudly.

Since the government cannot judge, I will do it... Xiahou An took a deep breath, held the ghost-killing knife handle with both hands, and raised it high.

Zhang Po was completely panicked now, and his body began to struggle violently, stretched his neck, and shouted hysterically: "You can't kill me! My father is Zhang Miao, and my uncle is Zhang Chao, the governor of Guangling County! And..."

Before Zhang Po could finish his words, the ghost-killing sword in Xiahou An's hand had already fallen heavily.

Puff!

It's like cutting melons and vegetables.

The red blood splashed out two feet, and the round head rolled a few times on the ground, covered with a lot of dust, and his eyes widened and could no longer close. This arrogant second-generation ancestor ended his life like this.

The prince of the county magistrate's family died.

All the people watching in the market were dumbfounded, and the soldiers patrolling the city were stunned. Only the little brothers looked admiring, and their hearts were filled with blood.

He is worthy of being the eldest brother they follow!

"In the future, who dares to oppress the people again, regardless of their status or family background, once I know it, this is the end!"

Xiahou An's voice was loud.

The whole audience was silent.

When the people came to their senses, the young men had already led their horses away.
Chapter completed!