It was not until midnight that the fire on Zhushikouer Street gradually faded. Dozens of businessmen who were called "Shuilong Team" were shrouded in the fire, watching the scene of "The Shuilong Team" in the shops, whether it was the shopkeeper, the boss, the guy, the apprentice, they all gathered together to hug their heads and cried.

On the streets of Zhushikouer Street, about a hundred households who called fire to burn the houses to white land also returned one after another, walking around the fire with tears without tears, picking up some houses that could barely be used after the fire was over.

There was also the victim who called the fire that devoured several lives. He searched for the bodies of the victims in the ashes, which were curled up by the fire. They all fell to their bodies and cried loudly.

Xiahou Yinghe, who had been sent to the news, led the people in the Huozhengmen to return to Yingheyuan for a while. They were surrounded by Bao, Yan Xu, Xie Gate Shen, and Hu Qianli, and the other four men dragged their heavy steps back to the entrance of the Huozhengmen Hall. After a while, they found the body of Xie Gate Shen's wife in the fire scene.

With a pair of red eyes, Xie Jun Shen knelt in front of his wife's body, tears flowing like a river on Xie Jun Shen's face, but he didn't cry. After a while, Xie Jun Shen took off the big jacket he was wearing and gently covered the body that had been curled up by burning. He murmured in a hoarse voice: "Wife, life is going to be better now, how can you... Why do you tell me to the children?"

With his eyes red, Xiang Youbao knelt in front of the body of the wife of Xie Menshen’s family and kowtowed, then whispered to Xie Menshen who was kneeling aside: "Uncle Xie, I have to sue you first - I have to... I have to take a look at my aunt's situation!"

As if she hadn't heard Xiang Youbao's words, Xie Gate God just knelt on the ground with a scattered look and muttered to himself. Seeing that Xie Gate God was already out of control, Hu Qianli, who was standing beside him, sighed and walked up. He first bowed to the body of Xie Gate God's wife, then reached out and put his hand on Xie Gate God's shoulder, and said to Xie Gate God in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Xie, don't be sad, senior brother offended me!"

His fingers quickly poked behind Xie's ears, and Hu Qianli held Xie's sideways, who was tilted. However, he turned his face to Xiang Youbao, who was kneeling beside him, shouted in a deep voice: "Youbao, look carefully!"

Nodding heavily, Xiang Youbao carefully uncovered the big jacket covered by the Gate God on the body, and carefully examined some subtle traces left on the body. After almost a pot of tea, Xiang Youbao gently covered the big jacket on the body again, turned his head and nodded to Hu Qianli, who was holding the Gate God on the body, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have three blades on my body. I guess it was my aunt who heard someone breaking in from the hall. When she wanted to go out to check the situation, she asked someone to use a black hand! Two stabs were stabbed in the heart. One knife cut off her throat, all of which were merciless and powerful methods! Generally, people who seek wealth cannot use such a dead hand!"

There was no expression on his face. Hu Qianli reached out and pressed the back of Xie Menshen's neck a few times, and said to Xiang Youbao in a cold voice: "The dark kiln in Sanjin's yard has been opened, and the money and things hidden in the cellar have been moved. All the tiger crossbows clothed in Sanjin's yard have been triggered, but all the crossbow arrows have been taken away! This fire... is strange!"

With a cold snorting, Yan Xu looked around and shouted that the hall was burning with only a few bricks and stone pillars. He whispered in a low voice: "No need to think about this, there are people who can celebrate the festival with our Huozhengmen on weekdays. The only ones are Jushu and the third master of Qijiaxing! If this fire was not set by the people in Jushu, I would write Yan upside down!"

Holding Xie's wife who was gradually awakening, Hu Qianli replied coldly: "Even if we know it was the fire set by the chrysanthemum club, we have no evidence in our hands, so what can we do with the chrysanthemum club? The things in front of us can only be sent to me, my brother and wife first. Let's think about the others..."

Before Hu Qianli could finish his words, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the archway at the Huozhengmen Hall, which burned only a few bricks and stone pillars, saying, "This is not going to be alive... I have to die here today... Dear men and women, the neighbors, I will be witnessed by the neighbors. This is a big fire that has been burned in the Huozhengmen Hall, and I am really not going to be alive..."

Turning his head and looking at the middle-aged man sitting on the ground in front of the ruins at the Huozhengmen Hall, crying and shouting. Hu Qianli frowned suddenly, reached out and took out two oceans from his arms, threw them at the middle-aged man from a distance, shouting loudly, "Get out after taking the money!"

It was like a vicious dog robbing shit. The middle-aged man, who was dressed in a torn manner and had a face full of smoke, quickly rushed to the two oceans thrown out by Hu Qianli, reached out to hold the two oceans tightly in his hand, then raised his hand and bowed to Hu Qianli, bared his waxy teeth and shouted: "Thank you for your reward... But I still have to practice this job... I can't survive here..."

With the middle-aged man's whispering and whispering, several men who were dressed similarly to the middle-aged man's clothes appeared from somewhere. Looks like they were half-aged, they looked like they were all old and looked like they were all gathered in front of the ruins of the Huozhengmen Hall and cried and shouted: "I can't live anymore... This fire burned all my family and my life's worth..."

Looking at the big smoke ghosts who were crying coldly, Xiang Youbao whispered to Hu Qianli with a blue face, "Uncle Hu, where are these people coming from?"

He turned his face in disgust. Hu Qianli said to Xiang Youbao in a cold voice: "These people are chaotic in Sijiu City! On weekdays, they just see someone's family get a dispute. These things will collect money from the victim and can come to the door to make trouble immediately. Put it in this dispute to get benefits and get a bargain!"

Turning his head and looking at the big smoke ghosts who were crying randomly, Xiang Youbao gritted his teeth: "No one can take care of them?"

He shook his head gently, and Hu Qianli whispered: "These people are different from those gangsters who are troublesome. They can always hold three-point misunderstandings in their hands. If they really deal with them... they are serious but they can't do this! Seeing that they can't send them away just now, I'm afraid someone has hired these chaotic people to come to the door to make trouble!"

As if it was about to prove Hu Qianli's inference, many people gradually gathered in front of the ruins of Huozhengmen Hall. Some of them were really the shopkeepers of the fire on Zhushikouer Street, but most of the remaining people were looking at each other?

Seeing the gloomy faces of the figures gathered in front of the ruins of the Huozhengmen Hall, Xiang Youbao took a deep breath, walked to the crowd, raised his hand and bowed to the sea, and then he spoke to the people who gathered over: "Young and Young Masters. Now the fire in the Huozhengmen Hall has been killed, and life has been injured. What do you want to say to me? Please do it for convenience. Wait until my Huozhengmen Hall sends the dead relatives..."

Before Xiang Youbao finished speaking, a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded among the crowd surrounding the ruins of the Huozhengmen Hall: "You can't say that! Someone in the Huozhengmen Hall died, but some in the shops and shops on Zhushikouer Street were in trouble! As the saying goes, if you have a fortune, you don't have to worry about debts, and only monks will be kept in temples. Your Huozhengmen is now burning the fire to a piece of white land. After you finish your funeral, you will get some oil on your feet... Where can you ask these shops that eat your Huozhengmen to find justice?"

Accompanied by the sarcastic sound, from the crowd surrounding the ruins of Huozhengmen Hall, several green-skinned gangsters who were still wearing open chests and exposed their arms in the cold weather shouted and pushed a meat alley among the crowd. Sai Qinqiong, who was complimenting the moon with strange smiles on his face, walked to Xiang Youbao.

Holding the anger in his heart, Xiang Youbao raised his hand and bowed to Sai Qinqiong: "Sai Ye, what evil wind has been blowing today? Is it urging you to Zhushikouer Street?"

She smiled and bowed to Xiang Youbao randomly. Sai Qinqiong turned her fingers and surrounded the crowd near her. She shouted at Xiang Youbao with her voice: "It's really not okay if I don't come! A big fire in the main entrance of the fire almost burned half of Zhushikou Street to white ground, and all the shops were burned clean, causing all these merchants to burn them! What should you say in the main entrance of the fire?"

Looking at the shop owners in the crowd who were indeed selling on Zhushikouer Street, Xiang Youbao responded loudly: "Since this fire head has risen from my Huozhengmen, no matter whether the origin of the fire is strange or not, my Huozhengmen should follow the rules in the scene. I will give these neighbors who have suffered disasters because of this fire! Let me say something for my head of Huozhengmen - In the future, the entrance of Huozhengmen will still be poked on Zhushikouer Street. The size of Huozhengmen cannot be used to waste the fire. I have to go along with you good neighbors and old friends and never do things like oiling under your feet and slithering their shoulders and avoiding people! I said Sai Ye, I haven't heard that you have an industrial transaction on Zhushikouer Street. This matter... isn't you worried about it?"

He reached out and pointed at the smoke ghosts squatting in front of the ruins of Huozhengmen Hall. Sai Qin Qiong smiled and replied to Xiang Youbao: "Hey... Master, you said this too early! The victim has found you in front of your Huozhengmen Hall, but you are still using this piece of slander to talk about it in the future? But I've been sweeping on the streets of Sijiu City. Sai Qin Qiong has always been a person who has been stolen for his friends. Then you can't watch people suffer wronged! If you can make these victims nod, then I will turn around and leave, and I will also praise you for your righteousness! But if you can't take out a charter that nods..."

Staring at Sai Qinqiong with a smug smile on his face, Xiang Youbao interrupted Sai Qinqiong with a sarcastic sneer: "Then if I can't come up with a charter, what can you do?"

He looked a little self-talking, Sai Qinqiong almost shouted at the top of his voice: "This person who used to poke a pole on Zhushikouer Street is no longer here. If there is a lawsuit on the street in the back, there is really no one who is righteous! If you can't come up with such a constitution, Sai Ye, I will still poke a pole on Zhushikouer Street, and I will still hold the fairness on the street!"

It was like having experienced a scene that was always the same, and several young gangsters following Sai Qin Qiong suddenly opened their voices and shouted: "Do you understand? In the future, the person who poked the poles on the streets of Zhushikouer and stood up is Sai Qin Qiong!"

"Sai Ye is a fair person. He just poked the pole and sought justice for everyone. Isn't this a cry?!"

"OK........"

Amid the messy shouts, the crowds surrounding the ruins of Huozhengmen Hall also rang one after another, either rough or thin, shouting: "Huozhengmen will lose money!"

"There are injustice and the debt is in charge. The disaster will be caused by the fire gate. There is no need to say this!"

"Stop talking about those pieces of soup, Ma Liuer takes out the real money!"

"You have to ask people to look at them! If they are asked to run away, they will be unable to find the grave even if they cry..."

He looked at the place where the shouting sounds in the crowd proudly. Sai Qinqiong's face became more and more obvious. He shouted at Xiang Youbao in a sarcasm: "Zhao Ye, have you heard it? The victims of Zhushikouer Street who are implicated in Huozhengmen are waiting for your apology, compensation, and compensation regulations! As the saying goes, if you only talk but not practice fake styles, can you fool people with the words of "spoken words?"

Before Xiang Youbao could speak, a string of rude shouts sounded from outside the crowd: "Do not all...Do not all! Gathering crowds. Are you going to cause trouble or what?"

"The patrol police station is in charge, give way!"

"Hey... I dare to stare at me, right? Are you looking for a slap?"

It seemed to be in order to open a passage in the crowd as soon as possible. The patrol officers shouting outside the crowd obviously got into the hands. With the sound of red and white water and fire sticks hitting the pain, the patrol officer No. 20 protected Mr. Duan and quickly crashed into the center of the crowd.

Mr. Duan, who was panting and covered in oil and sweat, took off the hat on his head and fanned his life, and twisted his voice and shouted to Xiang Youbao: "Mr., I'm here for official business today, so we don't care about friendship. How can you forgive me!"

Rounding his eyes, Xiang Youbao looked at Sai Qinqiong and Duan, who were standing in front of him but didn't even say hello to each other. He couldn't help but sneer at Duan and Sai Qinqiong and smiled: "It's a coincidence today. I just suffered this inexplicable fire at the Huozhengmen Hall, and the two of you both came to visit the Huozhengmen Hall. You two...Heng made an appointment?"

Still breathless, Master Duan shook his head like a rattle: "My surname is just a stinking urging person who patrols the streets. How can you climb to such a handsome master like Sai Ye? I said, Master, the fire that has caught you in the Huozhengmen has burned half of the Zhushikou Street to white ground. Now that I am going to kill you, I want to cover you up, but I have to have the courage, right? No, the person in charge of your Huozhengmen, will you go with my Duan?"

Like the supporting actor who was talking about crosstalk on the Tianqiao. Sai Qinqiong immediately responded to Mr. Duan's words: "If you want to talk about the person in charge of the Huozhengmen, who else can there be besides the Prime Minister? I said, Mr. Duan, this is a coincidence! If you come a little later, I am afraid that the Prime Minister will have to leave regardless of the situation?"

With her hands hanging down, Xiang Youbaoli ignored Sai Qinqiong, who was fanning the flames, stared at Master Duan's eyes and asked in a low voice: "Master Duan, where are you planning to take me?"

He raised his thumbs up and gestured behind him. A sign-like smile appeared on his face covered in oil and sweat: "Where can it be? The patrol and police station has prepared you for your private life, and you are waiting for you to rest! Don't worry, although my Duan's surname is here to come and detain you for business today, the one you should have will not be short of your care! After waiting for the matter in front of you, the Duan's surname is Pai Yanlailou will come to you to drink and reassure you! Master, let's talk about it later. Are you walking with me now?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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