Chapter 195 Flag

Brother Ming is indeed a legend.

After listening to the boss's story, even if Bai Choufei didn't believe it very much, they had to admit that Brother Ming was indeed a real person.

It's just that there are many characters in the world, but not many people related to themselves.

Bai Choufei was ready to pay the bill and leave. The boss immediately greeted Xiao Er: "Calculated the tea money of several guest officials and get a 50% discount."

Brother Ming has a lot of face.

But Bai Choufei and others are not blessed.

Xiao Er immediately replied, "The tea money for this table has been paid."

The boss was immediately stunned, and then smiled and shrugged at Bai Chou. It's not that I don't give you face, but that someone has given you face first.

Bai Choufei looked at the northwest jade and Yuluosha, and the two shook their heads. Then he asked Xiao Er, "Who is the person who helped us settle the bill?"

Xiao Er didn't answer, but looked at the boss. The boss nodded with a smile.

Seeing the boss nodding, Xiao Er answered seriously, "It's three rich uncles."

Xiao Er is not a player, because players will never do things so authentically.

No player will simply bow his head like this.

They always think that they have the sky on their heads!

This answer did not satisfy Bai Choufei, so he continued to ask, "How many people are they?"

"Three people." Xiao Er is a question and an answer, and he will never say more.

"What do they call each other?" This problem is obviously the most important one. Xiao Er will never know what their names are. The name they call each other is the greatest hope.

"Big brother, third brother, little fourth." Xiao Er's answer is very simple.

Bai Choufei's face has a little wry smile.

At this time, Xiao Er also took the initiative to say, "When the three uncles checked out, they said that if you ask, I won't bother to tell you his name directly."

Bai Choufei was stunned. If he said so, why didn't you tell me directly just now?

Of course, this can't be said, so Bai Choufei can only wait for Xiao Er to continue.

"The old man said, if you ask here, I can tell you directly that he is Li Da." Xiao Er Chao Bai Choufei bowed and retreated.

Bai Choufei couldn't help laughing. This matter seemed to be getting more and more interesting. The four brothers of the Li family appeared here.

Stand up and nod to the northwest jade and Yuluosha. I don't say much about walking out of the teahouse.

Kaifeng is not his end point. He has to go all the way north. Li Er is not his friend, and he is not interested in interfering. What's more, I'm afraid this matter will be very troublesome.

What happened to the four brothers of the Li family together is definitely not a small matter.

It's just that it has nothing to do with him, right?

Bai Chou flew on the street. There were more strange people than him among so many players on the street, and few people paid attention to him. From the time he left the teahouse, to the time he walked into the hotel, to the night, nothing happened. This is a normal thing. The abnormal thing is that as soon as he left the hotel at night, he met a strange Strange things...

There are five carriages on the street.

It's not surprising that the carriage doesn't have to be pulled. These five cars are all pulled by people.

Strangely, there are five coffins in the five carriages!

There are obviously people in these five coffins, dead people, because even Bai Choufei smells the dead person so far away.

Such coffins should have been transported out, and they should never be transported on the street like this. Although there is a little tension on the face of the person who pushed forward, it is also very natural.

Where will these five carriages be delivered?

Who sent it?

Don't underestimate the player's curiosity.

The carriage is surrounded by players, and the cartman can't stand it.

The cartman looked at the puma child next to the cart. The puma child was still expressionless, so the face of the cart driver immediately calmed down, although they were still sweating.

The wheels rolled in the gray sand, and the cartman sweated in the cold wind.

Suddenly, seven or eight long guns stabbed out of the darkness and stuck the wheels. Seventy or eighty well-dressed men gushed out of the darkness and surrounded the five trolleys that could no longer be pushed. Everyone's skills were extremely strong. The fast knife at everyone's waist had come out of its sheath, and the blade flashed cold light under the moon.

The face of the ptingeds has changed, and every prut on her face seems to emit light.

But he didn't even move.

He could see that what was really terrible was not these people. In his eyes, the steel knives in the hands of the 70 or 80 big men were not as good as a wine glass in the hands of another person.

This person was pushed here, sitting on a red sandalwood chair.

The wooden chair can be pushed because there are two wheels on the wooden chair, and the man has a wine glass in his hand, just because he is drinking.

This is neither a place to drink, nor is it the time to drink. No one will sit in a chair and ask someone to send him here to drink.

This person came like this, and he really seemed to have come here to drink. He was not interested in anything at all except a glass of wine in his hand.

There is still a man standing next to his wheelchair, a person who is completely opposite to him.

He is gorgeously dressed, his expression is lazy, and there is always a very kind smile on his face, but this person is like a javelin, as if he may be throw out and pierce people's hearts at any time.

As soon as he walked to the car, he said coldly, "My surname is Lian and my name is Lian Gen. These people are all my subordinates and can die for me at any time."

What he said was straightforward and aggressive: "So I can also ask you to die at any time."

Ma Zi actually smiled and said, "Fortunately, we don't want others to die, and we don't want to die." He said, "We are just two poor beggars."

"I can see it."

"We have neither money nor goods in the car, but with five coffins." Mazi said, "There is no jewelry in the coffin, but only a few."

He sighed, "So I really can't figure out how you can find us."

"I'm thinking of borrowing a few things to take back to have a look."

"What can we lend you?"

"Coffin." Lian Gen said, "It's the five coffins on the cart."

"Are these five coffins beautiful?"

"The coffin is not good-looking, and the dead are not good-looking." Lian Gen said, "I don't watch what's good, but I prefer to watch what's not good."

"Do you have to watch it?"

"Definitely!"

"I can't." Lian Gen said harshly, "Even if Master Xiao of your beggar gang is here, I have to see it."

Mazi sighed again: "Then you might as well ask these people to die for you now!"

Even Gen's face changed. He slowly stretched out a hand and suddenly grabbed his backhand. The steel knife in the hand of a big man behind him came to his hand, and his hands were twisted into two sections.

The person who was drinking in a wheelchair didn't say until then, "Good kung fu, good hand." He smiled and said, "I'm afraid that few people in the Huainan Yingwang family can compare with you."

He sneered: "They can't compare with me at all."

He held half of the tip of the knife with two fingers. Suddenly, he waved his hand, and the knife flew out like lightning. Suddenly, it disappeared. He only heard a "grabbing", and half of the steel knives were all nailed into the coffin.

Mazi's expression remained unchanged, and she only said faintly, "Fortunately, the person in the coffin is dead, and it doesn't matter if he gets a few more staves."

"He's dead, and you're not dead yet."

There is a half-cut knife in his hand: "This is for you."

As soon as he finished this sentence, there was suddenly an extra person between him and Mazi.

A pale man in blue seemed to be suddenly blown over by the wind.

He took half a step back and asked harshly, "Who are you?"

The man in blue seemed to be unable to hear him or see his people, but slowly took out a flag from his body, a small flag, and tied it to a six- or seven-inch black iron flagpole.

Are these small flags his weapons for killing?

Even the hand holding the knife had a cold sweat, and everyone's hand holding the knife sweated coldly.

Anyone can see that this man in blue can kill people even with a branch.

He didn't kill anyone.

He only waved the small flag in his hand and inserted it into the coffin.

Five coffins and five small flags.

After inserting the five small flags, he left. The putter and the cartman also followed him, leaving the five coffins that they would not let go.

The big men holding the knife immediately made way.

What they want is a coffin, not a human. Since the coffin has been left, no one wants to make trouble. It's better to go back early, drink, take a shower and sleep, at least than to fight on the street.

No one expected that they would leave, but they had indeed left, leaving only five flags in the coffin.

Why did they do this?

No one can figure it out, and no one has thought about it carefully.

Lian Gen suddenly waved his hand.

"Go!" He said, "Take the coffin away."

Five big men put knives into the sheath, grabbed the cart, and only took two steps. Suddenly, they stopped, as if they had suddenly been hit by some incredible magic. The five feet were suddenly nailed to the ground by a pair of invisible magic hands with eight invisible nails, and they couldn't even move.

Five people's eyes are in the same place, and everyone's eyes are in the same place.

They are all staring at a flag.

At this time, a gust of wind was blowing, blowing the small flag rolled up on the iron pole. The small flag waved against the wind, and it was full of colorful flowers, which looked more bright and dazzling in the pale moonlight.

After a long time, the footsteps of the five big men could move, but they no longer walked forward, but retreated.

He was furious and his body flashed.

He has always been under military control, and no one dares to disobey the orders issued.

Hearing a series of crisp applause, the faces on both sides of the five big men were immediately red and swollen.

They did not dare to resist or dodge. Their fear and respect for Lian Gen did not diminish at all.

But they are even more afraid to touch the five coffins.

The iron palm stretched out again and grabbed a person's arm. No matter how thick the arm is, it will become as crisp as coke in his palm.

His order never needs to be said for the second time, and he will prove it with action.

The sound of broken bones sounded more creepy in the cold wind, and the scream of the man with a broken arm was as sad as a wolf.

Even a cold eye scratched the faces of the big men like a blade, and asked word by word, "Does anyone come to lift these five coffins?"

No one came.

There is not even a single person.

The person in the wheelchair finally put down the wine glass and sighed longly, "It's useless." He said, "It's useless for you to kill them. No one dares to touch these coffins."

Lian Gen turned around and glared at him and asked harshly, "Why?"

"Because they all recognize the flag on the coffin." The person in a wheelchair said, "In the past few years, no one within 800 miles around Kaifeng Mansion has ever dared to touch Brother Ming's Citi."

I sneered.

"What will happen if you move?"

"I don't know what's going on." The man in a wheelchair said, "Why don't you try it yourself?"

The blue veins on the forehead are bulging one by one: "I'm going to try it."