Judge Zhao's child was only four years old. I don't know what happened. When I saw Judge Zhao, I opened my mouth and shouted tenderly: "Dad~~!"

Judge Zhao had just knelt on the ground and begged Yang Qiuchi to spare his life. Now, seeing his son being brought in, he was so scared that he was so scared that he got up and snatched his son from the detective. He hugged him tightly and rushed out, but was stopped by Song Yuner.

When Song Yuner saw the child, she had already vaguely guessed Yang Qiuchi's intention. When she saw Yang Qiuchi's approving eyes and his right hand, her heart suddenly became clear. She nodded in understanding and said to Judge Zhao: "You can't take the child away. Lord Yang has already said that you want to exchange your child for the magistrate's child. You want to take the child away. What should the magistrate's son do?"

Judge Zhao said angrily: "What does it have to do with me? Get out of here!" He pushed Song Yuner, and Song Yuner staggered and almost fell down. Judge Zhao held his son and ran out.

Yang Qiuchi shouted to the constables: "Catch him and grab the child for me!"

"Yes!" The constables rushed forward, and the three caught Judge Zhao, and the others snatched the child. Judge Zhao scolded and shouted, but how could he be able to defeat these wolf-like constables? The child was quickly snatched and sent to Song Yun'er.

What happened to this child was so scared that he cried loudly.

Song Yuner took the child from the constable, walked to Zhu Long a few steps away, and said, "Okay, Judge Zhao's child is here, you can release the magistrate's child."

Zhu Long was surprised and happy. He didn't expect that things would go so well. However, he felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he didn't know where it was wrong. He glanced at the constables at the door and the judge Zhao who was holding tightly in the heavy rain at the door, shouting: "Let them all go out! Close the door!"

Yang Qiuchi ordered the constables to go out and take the door with them, and only Geng Zhizhou, Yang Qiuchi and Song Yuner holding the child were left in the room.

Outside the house, the thunder was gradually getting smaller, but the pouring heavy rain was still falling happily.

Geng Zhizhou knows how to do martial arts. Zhu Long knows that Yang Qiuchi doesn’t look like he can’t do martial arts, but he has to be careful and says, “Mr. Yang, Lord Geng, please let you two men retreat to the door.”

Yang Qiuchi smiled and retreated to the door as he said. Seeing this, Geng Zhizhou didn't know what Yang Qiuchi sold in the gourd, so he didn't dare to ask. After he hesitated, he retreated to the door.

Zhu Long saw that Song Yuner was pushed away by Judge Zhao and almost fell down. He obviously did not know much martial arts. Maybe it was Lord Yang's personal maid or something, but he was still worried and said, "Put down the child and back down!"

Song Yuner curled her lips: "Coward!" She slowly put down Judge Zhao's son and then took two steps back.

Zhu Long held the son of the magistrate and stepped forward a few steps, came to the son of Judge Zhao, stared at Yang Qiuchi and Geng Zhizhou, and observed the movements of the two men vigilantly, but did not pay attention to Song Yuner standing on the side.

If he knew that the fifteen-year-old girl next to him was the only disciple of the martial arts world's number one master, Bai Ruobing, he would definitely regret the fatal mistake he made and hit the wall.

Zhu Long saw Yang Qiuchi with his hands on his back and looked at him with a smile, feeling a little relieved. He slowly let go of his left hand, grabbed Judge Zhao's son, hugged him in his arms, stared at Yang Qiuchi, hid behind Judge Zhao's son, then gritted his teeth, quickly evacuated the magistrate's son's neck with a sharp knife with his right hand and moved it to Judge Zhao's son's neck.

This is the moment I wait for!

A white light flashed, and Zhu Long's right wrist was accurately hit by a flying knife from Song Yuner. He screamed and the sharp knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Zhu Long secretly complained in severe pain and reacted quickly, so he grabbed the sharp knife on the ground with his left hand.

However, his hand had no chance to touch the sharp knife. His body weighing about 200 pounds was kicked backwards by Song Yuner, hitting heavily into the wall, causing dust to fall down on the wall.

This kick almost kicked Zhu Long out of breath. In the hazy, he saw that Song Yuner had already held the two children in her arms with one hand.

The magistrate was surprised and took his son from Song Yuner, hugged him tightly, and first checked the wound on the child's erect neck. The wound was not deep and there was nothing to do. Only then did he feel relieved and kept kissing his little face if he liked it.

Song Yun'er walked to the door with Judge Zhao's son in his arms, opened the door, and said to Judge Zhao in the wind and rain: "Hey! Do you want your son?"

In the heavy rain, Judge Zhao, whose whole body was wet by the rain, was tightly grasped by several detectives. He thought his son was finished now. Suddenly, he saw Song Yuner coming out with the child in his arms. His son was still crying with his mouth, screaming, breaking free, stepping on the pool on the ground, rushing up and carefully taking his son from Song Yuner, hugging him tightly, and thanking him continuously, crying and laughing.

The constables had seen the accident in the room clearly and reacted quickly. They rushed in and held Zhu Long who was almost fainted and could not move at all, and took the iron chain to lock it.

Song Yun'er walked up to Yang Qiuchi, looked at Yang Qiuchi with her head tilted and looked at Yang Qiuchi with pride: "Brother, how are I doing?"

"Very good!" Yang Qiuchi hugged her shoulder intimately, "My Yun'er is really smart. We can be considered a little bit of a good understanding!"

When Song Yun'er heard him talk intimately, she was a little shy, but her heart was filled with joy.

Geng Zhizhou walked to Zhu Long, who was locked in a strong chain, with his son in his arms, and said in a deep voice: "I really don't know about your wife and children, I'm sorry."

Zhu Long coughed a few times, spitted a mouthful of phlegm, and said miserably: "No need, I know I won't live long, I will go down to the underworld to accompany them."

Sure enough, soon after, Zhu Long died of illness in prison.

Geng Zhizhou admired Yang Qiuchi and thanked him repeatedly.

At this time, Judge Zhao outside the door also understood that Yang Qiuchi was not really going to exchange his son for the magistrate, but just creating an opportunity to rescue the hostages. He took the child into the room and bowed to Yang Qiuchi and Geng Zhizhou to thank him. Geng Zhizhou snorted heavily and ignored him.

Judge Zhao knew that if he offended his immediate superior, his career would probably be over now.

The kidnapping case was successfully solved and the hostages were successfully rescued. Yang Qiuchi was in a very comfortable mood.

The constables carried umbrellas and escorted Yang Qiuchi and others into the official sedan chair, and carried the sedan chair and carried Zhu Long back to the yamen.

As soon as I arrived at the yamen, in the heavy rain, several constables in the distance, hurriedly ran to the distance, and ran to the front, bowed to Geng Zhizhou and said, "Sir, Lord Zhao's wife was killed and dismembered on her way back to the temple!"

At this time, there was no thunder, but when Judge Zhao, who was holding his son in the official sedan chair, heard it, it seemed like a thunderbolt exploded above his head, and he was shocked. Geng Zhizhou asked, "What's going on? Explain it clearly."

A constable bowed and replied: "We just ordered Lord Yang to go to the yamen to invite Lord Zhao's wife Tian. I learned that Tian had brought a little maid and a follower to the Baihong Temple on the mountain outside the city to burn incense. We sent someone back to report, and the rest went up the mountain to search. We happened to meet a villager who was preparing to report the case, saying that he had found someone killed on the side of the mountain road to Baihong Temple."

"We rushed there quickly. On a locust tree on the side of the road, there was a broken female corpse hanging. The female corpse's breasts were cut off, and a head was placed on the tree branch. We hurriedly went to see it. After identification, it was the head of Lord Zhao's wife Tian's wife!"

"Hahahahaha!" Zhu Long, who was wet and locked in iron chains in the wind and rain, laughed to the sky: "This is really called 'the net of heaven is vast and sparse and not leaking'! Hahaha, retribution, it's really retribution! Hahahaha."

Judge Zhao shouted loudly, rushed out of the official sedan chair with his child in his arms, stumbled in the heavy rain and rushed out of the city to look at the city mountain. Yang Qiuchi and Geng Zhizhou hurriedly ordered to get the sedan chair and follow him.

It was raining heavily, as if it was about to wash away everything in this world and wash away all the dirty things.

He is the murderer who killed Tian.

Before this, he had been walking in the mountains and ridges all night. He was woken up by the heat late at night. The weather was so stuffy. He knew that such a stuffy day would definitely dry, and it was a thunderstorm.

He hates thunderstorms!

Such weather prevented him from staying calmly. He cursed quietly and rushed out of the room. A headless fly hunched around the mountains and ridges.

Every time before the thunderstorm, he would go crazy.

He could no longer remember when this started, but he only remembered that he was still very young at that time.

At first, rushing around like this could calm himself down slowly, but gradually, as he slowly became more and more unbearable, especially the kind of breath that was held before the thunderstorm almost made him crazy, and this kind of madness could not be restrained.

So he started to throw things and smash things, which made him feel better, but it only took a few years, and such violence could no longer calm him down. So he began to rush into the thunderstorm to find someone to fight. If he met someone, no matter how hard he could beat him, he could only calm him down if he beats others or was beaten by others.
Chapter completed!