Chapter 258: Why didn't you kill me

The small vendor lowered his head and ate noodles. In addition to his sitting posture, he had sharp eyes different from ordinary people, and occasionally glanced at Ye Chutian.

Ye Chutian sat there eating the rest of the noodles, looking at the white-haired old man, and occasionally looking elsewhere.

However, when the small vendor wearing a duck hat looked at him with his sharp eyes, Ye Chutian was already alert.

Ye Chutian picked up the big-hand noodle soup and drank it. Before the other guests shouted in surprise, the little vendor in a hat suddenly stood up. Instead, he took out a long fruit knife from his body and stabbed Ye Chutian's heart fiercely.

Ye Chutian was wary of the small vendor. When eating noodles, his reaction was different from other ordinary people.

When the little vendor took the fruit knife and stabbed it fiercely, he didn't expect that his fruit knife had not yet reached Ye Chutian's side.

Ye Chutian picked up the pair of chopsticks and clamped the sharp fruit knife. The small vendor could not move. When he wanted to pull the fruit knife back, Ye Chutian picked up the large bowl of noodles and suddenly covered it on the head of the small vendor.

"Ah!"

Ye Chutian's strength was concentrated on that hand. When the big bowl was covered, he almost broke the big bowl.

However, the small vendor did not faint, but his head was bleeding. In the surprised eyes of the owner and couple of the noodle shop and other customers, the original sharp fruit knife was still in the hands of the small vendor. In the blink of an eye, it had fallen into Ye Chutian's hand.

Ye Chutian directly picked up the sharp fruit knife and stabbed it directly into the soles of the little vendor's feet.

The sharp fruit knife pierced the soles of the merchant's foot, and even the sharp fruit knife was inserted more than ten centimeters deep under the cement board.

Ye Chutian would not kill him so quickly and asked him.

"Who sent you here?"

When the small vendor attacked him, Ye Chutian knew that he was not an ordinary vendor at all, but a killer.

"You will never know!"

As soon as the killer finished speaking, Ye Chutian saw his mouth closed and thought that he was going to bite his tongue and kill himself.

Unexpectedly, when he looked over, he found that black blood had flowed from the corners of his mouth.

It must have been just now that the knife did not stab Ye Chutian's heart, and the killer did not want to live again.

This kind of person is either a vicious killer or a dead man trained by other families, more powerful than those loyal bodyguards. It's just that I unfortunately met Ye Chutian.

Ye Chutian didn't expect to know the answer to the killer again.

The killer who fell softly to the ground took off his hat and found that he was a bald middle-aged man. His face was very strange. As for his body, there was no other sign left.

Only the fruit knife he brought, the suit and the hat he was wearing, and the rest were the same as ordinary people.

Because of the killer, his head was covered with a big bowl just now, and blood had been shed. His footsteps were stabbed in by Ye Chutian. When the blood flowed out of the soles of his feet, the customers outside the noodle shop and the boss couple were scared to death.

"Dead, call the police quickly."

...

Customers outside the noodle shop said in panic.

However, when they saw Ye Chutian's eyes and looked over, they did not dare to speak.

Not long after some of their customers shouted out, dozens of bodyguards in their confidant's house had driven over and saw the body on the ground. When they saw the guests, they looked at Ye Chutian and asked.

"Master Ye, are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

"Then do they want to seize the interrogation?"

Chang Tian, the guards of these confidants, followed Ye Chutian, but they didn't like them to follow too closely.

Therefore, when the killer fought with Ye Chutian, they hurried to surround the noodle shop, and not a single customer was released.

The guard of the confidant's house looked at it. Looking at those ordinary customers, it is suspected that the assassination was related to those customers.

"Let them go, it has nothing to do with them."

Hearing Ye Chutian's words, the guards of other confidants dodged a way.

The two migrant workers who just talked about going back to build knives were so scared that they almost peed out when they saw the dozens of guards.

They just discussed so much there. If Ye Chutian heard it and took them away, wouldn't it be a dead end?

"Pear him to deal with him. If he can't handle it, leave it to the police."

"Master Ye, I know."

This kind of killer who is more ruthless to himself doesn't know his surname or name at all. It is difficult to find out the behind-the-scenes killer. Even if it is handed over to Huang Tong or the police, it is useless.

Finally, it's over.

When the customers of the noodle shop saw the dozens of guards of Ye Chutian, they knew that he was a big man. When they heard that they were going to be handed over to the police, they couldn't pay attention to it.

Now they are afraid of implicated by themselves, so they dare not stay and hurriedly leave the noodle shop.

Ye Chutian did not leave. He sat in the original position and quietly thought about who and he had such a great hatred and dared to kill him in such a place?

Helian father and son?

Zhao Si thinks about the Zhao family?

Jia Xun?

All three are possible. As for the others, Ye Chutian can't imagine who they are?

In the noodle shop, the owner and his wife and the waiters, as well as the white-haired old man who was still bowing his head and eating noodles.

Just now, when Ye Chutian and the killer were fighting, the owner and his wife of the noodle shop, the waiters, and other customers were scared to death.

Only the old man has been eating noodles calmly. His appearance looks ordinary.

However, the vicissitudes on his face and his courage are definitely a very storyteller.

"Boss, those customers just now were scared away, and I compensate you for the loss of the bowl and table just now."

Ye Chutian took out hundreds of yuan of cash and handed it to the boss.

However, when the boss saw Ye Chutian, he was still a little scared. Especially the dozens of strong men outside the noodle shop are even more afraid.

"I dare not accept it!"

"I dare not accept it!"

...

"These are all you deserve."

Ye Chutian put the hundreds of yuan on the counter, went outside, and walked to the white-haired old man. He felt that the other party was a person with a story, and he should be able to understand it by talking to him.

"Grandpa, can you sit down here?"

The white-haired old man nodded and still ate noodles.

Ye Chutian asked after sitting down.

"Do you know why he killed me?"

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely say it.

"You have a grudge against him."

However, the white-haired old man asked.

"Do you know why he didn't kill me?"

Yes!

Why didn't the killer kill him?

Ye Chutian thought that if there was no injustice or hatred with him, he would definitely not kill him.