From Lei Luo, Yan Xiong thought of Shi Zhijian again, and thought to himself that if Shi Zhijian hadn't helped Lei Luo rise to power behind the scenes, it's not certain who Yan Xiong or Lei Luo would win! In this way, his real nemesis should be Shi Zhijian!

I heard that Shi Zhijian was promoted from a member of the Legislative Council to a Baron of the British Empire and would soon be heading to England to be awarded a knighthood by Her Majesty the Queen.

Yan Xiong's nose felt sour when he thought of this, and he cried again! Others are rising step by step, but he jumped directly into the cesspool! Fate, why are you so unfair?!

Yan Xiong sighed and cried again and again! Tears and runny nose flowed across his face. He finally suppressed it, but he choked up again, so he covered his head and fell asleep.

I didn't sleep well, for fear that the killers would come again, so I woke up in the middle of the night. I seemed to hear someone talking in the dimness: "This fat chicken should be killed, it's not easy to find it!"

Yan Xiong suddenly woke up, got up from the thatch pile, with thatch still on his head, and looked outside on tiptoe. He saw the sky was dim outside, and the old farmer was squatting on the ground, holding a kitchen knife and grinding on the whetstone!

"Go to the street! Do you want my life?" Yan Xiong did not expect that this old farmer may appear to be a good person, but secretly he is also a greedy man who wants to get the reward for himself!

"Three million is a lot, I'm afraid you'll have to take the flower with your life!" Yan Xiong said fiercely, glanced out the window, then gritted his teeth and searched around, and finally he found a wooden stick!

The wooden stick is very thick and strong, and one blow from it can be quite painful!

Yan Xiong didn't care much, endured the pain all over his body, stood on tiptoes to take the stick in his hand, then hid behind the kitchen door and waited!

Soon, there was movement outside.

Boom, boom, boom!

The old farmer was knocking on the door, "Guest, are you awake?"

Yan Xiong gritted his teeth: "Are you still testing me?" He raised the wooden stick!

Crunch!

The door opened, and a dark figure flashed in!

Yan Xiong said without saying a word, "Go to hell!"

Pick up a wooden stick and hit that man on the head!

Bang!

Hit it right!

"Why did you---" Before the old farmer could finish his words, he fainted from his body.

"Why? I threw you on the street, do you want me to die? I'll let you die first!" Yan Xiong's eyes were blood red, and he hit the old farmer viciously a few more times. He didn't stop until his head was broken and bleeding on the ground.

"Spit!" Yan Xiong spat at the old farmer, and then gasped: "I won't die! Fat chicken? I'm a tiger! A smiling tiger! Not a chicken! If you want to eat chicken, go to hell!"

Yan Xiong angrily opened the door and staggered out. He suddenly stumbled on something, but when he looked carefully, he saw that it was a very fat chicken!

Chaiji stared at Yan Xiong with round eyes, and there was a kitchen knife thrown next to him!

Yan Xiong immediately turned around and ran in, picked up the old farmer and slapped his face: "Hey, don't die! I didn't mean it! You did the same, why didn't you speak clearly! I misunderstood you!"

The old farmer remained silent, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Yan Xiong bravely said: "Hey, let me apologize to you first! Don't blame me! Everyone misunderstood! In addition, I will call an ambulance for you. As for whether you die or not, it depends on your luck!"

As he spoke, Yan Xiong knocked the old farmer to the ground and wiped his own blood on the old farmer's body, "I'm leaving! Take care of yourself! But your place is quite remote. I don't know if the ambulance will come?" !”

The old farmer finally muttered: "Save...me!"

Yan Xiong was startled and took a step back, "Are you not dead yet?"

"Help...save me."

Yan Xiong took another step back, looked at the wooden stick he had thrown away, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "I will save you!" He squatted down and took out thirty-two Hong Kong dollars from the old farmer's body and put it into his arms, "Save you Travel expenses are also needed, and I also need money to go out and make phone calls. You can understand that, right?"

The old farmer remained silent, and blood continued to flow from the wound on his head.

Yan Xiong ran to the earthen stove and took a handful of ashes from the bottom of the pot and smeared it on the old farmer's wound. "This is an old folk remedy. It can disinfect and stop bleeding! Look how good I am to you! If you die, don't come here to find me." I!"

After Yan Xiong finished speaking, he didn't dare to stay here anymore, turned around and left the house, and ran away in a hurry!
Chapter completed!