Qian Tong was about to reprimand loudly and revealed the other party's conspiracy. Seeing this, Zhuo Mufeng took the lead and kicked Qian Tong all over the ground and hit him again. He approached again and chased him and kicked him, without giving Qian Tong any chance to speak.

Everyone's eyes were a little weird.

Since you can't bear it, what does it mean now?

Zhuo Mufeng's eyes were red and he shouted, "Qian Tong, if you just covet the position of the gang leader, even if I hate you, I will not do anything to you. But you shouldn't have to be sure, and you shouldn't have harmed your mentor. You are simply inferior to a pig or a dog!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was in an uproar.

Even the rebellious Mr. Luo's expression changed.

The light of hope flashed in Old Ye's eyes and he shouted: "Mu Feng, what certificate do you have is important? Don't talk nonsense."

Zhuo Mufeng's left foot stepped hard on Qian Tong's chest, making it difficult for the latter to breathe, let alone speak.

Looking around, Zhuo Mufeng said sadly: "Old Zhang and you all imagine that with your mentor's martial arts, who can kill him in Hongri City? Even the leader of the Tiger Gang can be at most half a pound. If many people siege, the mentor can escape from the trap, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Mr. Zhang asked anxiously.

"Unless before this, the mentor has suffered a heavy blow."

Mr. Zhang narrowed his eyes, looked at Qian Tong on the ground, and understood it and said, "What do you mean is someone who betrayed the leader of the gang like today?"

Mr. Luo's face turned red and he retorted loudly: "Zhuo Mufeng, this is just your wishful guess."

Zhuo Mufeng nodded: "Without any evidence, Mufeng naturally dared not say anything. But on that day, I carefully checked and found that my teacher's ribs were broken, but the damage to the ribs on the back was obviously worse than the front chest, which means that someone was taking action in the rear."

Shang Zirong's eyes were red with tears in her eyes and she trembled: "Is this true?"

When Shang Xian was carried back, his body was covered in wounds, blood and blood, almost rolled together, which was particularly terrifying. The entire Mozhu Gang was in chaos, not to mention the degree of fracture of the ribs, not to mention the extremely high eye and touch, it was difficult to detect.

Thinking of this, everyone praised Zhuo Mufeng again. Only such a pure and filial person would not be afraid of the miserable situation of Shang Xian and conduct a careful inspection.

Shang Zirong looked at her senior brother's gaze, and even the previous blame had disappeared.

Zhuo Mufeng continued to add firewood and said, "Do you still remember that Qian Tong was not there on the day his mentor went to collect rent outside the city. And think about it, Qian Tong was generous, where did he get his spare money? I think, 80% of them had collusion with the Tiger Gang!"

Qian Tong yelled and struggled on the ground. Zhuo Mufeng cursed the old man, secretly exerted force on his left foot, and forced the other party to hold him down.

But the ordinary man not far away quietly retreated. He was Qian Tong's confidant and knew a lot of inside information. At this moment, he looked at Zhuo Mufeng's eyes with deep fear.

Zhuo Mufeng can survive in the Amazon rainforest for three months, and of course he has a strong observation ability. He quickly pointed at an ordinary man: "Stop him, he is Qian Tong's disciple, and he must know the inside story!"

A group of people immediately blocked the ordinary man's retreat.

Zhuo Mufeng defeated Qian Tong with one sword, which was the most powerful time. With previous speculation, even Qian Tong's subordinates dared not do anything randomly.

Joining foreign gangs and killing the gang leader is a taboo in the world. Tonight, it will definitely be a gang that dares to accept them.

"Zhuo Mufeng, you are slandering!"

The ordinary man was anxious and shouted, "Don't listen to him. He must have used despicable means to plot against my teacher. This person is ashamed of the name of a true gentleman!"

Zhuo Mufeng said righteously: "Zhuo is not willing to slander anyone, so he swears here that if you blame Qian Tong just now, you should kill yourself!"

If it were before, Zhuo Mufeng certainly did not dare to boast about such a thing, but the reaction of an ordinary man showed him the truth and felt that the truth was almost the same.

Mr. Zhang couldn't help but praise: "Mu Feng is really a gentleman."

Others also secretly felt sorry for Zhuo Mufeng, who was really a good knight in the world. Although he was a bit pedantic, his character was really nothing to say.

Although ordinary men took action wildly, they could not resist the large number of people and were soon tied up.

Zhuo Mufeng said: "Two veterans, this person will never confess with ordinary means. I wonder what your plans are?"

It was still the same old Zhang, and he tested negatively: "Mu Feng, you should not inquire. You just need to be punished and forgive him for not hiding anything."

Zhuo Mufeng breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I thought you would use the punishment of bathtubs, light the sky lanterns, etc., that would be too cruel."

Everyone was curious and Old Ye asked, "What is the punishment of a bathtub?"

"It's very simple. It's to put people in a bucket, pour cream and honey, and leave only the head on it, but people can only stand and squat and drown. In the open air, the cream and honey will soon become moldy, attracting a large number of flies. In the end, the prisoner will be covered with cervical worms, and every blood vessel and flesh bite, and die in endless rot and despair."

vomit……

Shang Zirong's little face turned white and her chest was fluctuating.

Mr. Zhang hurriedly asked, "What is lighting the sky lantern?"

Zhuo Mufeng shook his head: "This is the punishment of Bian Xiang's corpse driving. It is said that a small hole is drilled in a person's head, and then slowly poured in lamp oil and ignited it. The fire will burn from the inside, first of all the internal organs, then the tendons, veins and bones. It will burn for three days and three nights before the prisoner will die in endless torture."

A gentle breathing sound rang around.

But Mr. Zhang became more and more excited.

Zhuo Mufeng seemed to have not noticed this and said, "These punishments are too harmful to the heavens. Fortunately, I don't have the Mozhu Gang, so the two elders must not be used."

The ordinary man's face was scared and his whole body was trembling.

Others don’t know, how could he not know? Zhang Shoushan, an old guy, has a very strong taste and likes to interrogate others the most. Fortunately, he doesn’t know big words, otherwise the punishment in the gang would have been replaced long ago.

Now that Zhuo Mufeng said, he looked at Zhang Shoushan's eagerness to move, the ordinary man's scalp was numb and cried, "It's all Qian Tong, it's all done by this old guy. He injured the leader of the gang and joined forces with the Tiger Gang. I was forced..."

Hearing him say this, many people present were furious. Especially Shang Zirong, her eyes were red and she was on the verge of an outbreak.

Old Ye scolded: "Who else has participated in this matter? He said, "Dare to hide it, and it is better to die if you want to live or die!"

The ordinary man's eyes turned a few times, but when he touched everyone's eyes, he still said tragically: "Only me and the old thief Qian Tong are the only ones."

On the day Shang Xian was killed, most of the people present were in the gang or Yaoshantang, and there was no suspicion of being involved in the murder. Others were not fools, and their own false accusations would only backfire.

Shang Zirong looked at Qian Tong with a quadriplegic limbs and said, "Old thief, what else do you have to say?"

Qian Tong ignored it and just looked at Zhuo Mufeng above, hoping for an answer.

Of course Zhuo Mufeng knew what the other party meant.

That's right, he did tamper with the previous dinner and put a sufficient amount of boiling hemp into the rice given to Qian Tong.

The boiling hemp is ground into powder, which is colorless and tasteless, and the medicinal power evaporates very quickly, but it has no effect on ordinary people, let alone warriors.

However, after the cultivation of light red medicinal soil, the boiling hemp plant had already completed its ultimate transformation and its medicinal power was much stronger.

At that time, Zhuo Mufeng's face turned red. Qian Tong thought he was sad, but in fact he was just holding his breath.
Chapter completed!