Chapter 225

In the Sunset Inn, several men dressed in Yamen service clothes and park knives came to Chen Xiaoming and others. The two big men who followed him were the two who had touched porcelain Chen Xiaoming before.

But at the moment, there was no previous joy in their eyes, but more anger.

"Say, what did you do to my mother?"

One of them rushed up as soon as he saw Chen Xiaoming and others, waved his fist as big as a sandbag, and smashed out in the face of Chen Xiaoming's head.

The fist style is just fierce. From its power, we can see that although the big man is not a man of cultivation, he is also a martial arts practitioner.

The Yamen serviceman who followed the big man and others did not expect that the big man would suddenly make a move. As soon as the young man headed frowned and moved under his feet, he was ready to stop.

"Whew."

But at this time, a figure was a step faster than it. It seemed to appear there out of thin air. It seemed that it raised its hand casually and directly took down the fierce fist.

"Master!"

As soon as the young man's expression changed, he looked at the old man, exclaimed in his mouth, and was secretly vigilant in his heart.

"Return my mother's life."

The big man's fist was firmly held by Lv Liang. No matter what the other party did, he couldn't break away from half a point, or even shake Lv Liang.

"Enough!"

The young man shouted and stepped forward, but he stood in front of Lv Liang, stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's arm in his hand, and stared at the man.

For a moment, the big man also calmed down slightly, endured the anger in his eyes and stared at Lv Liang.

With a slight smile, Lv Liang loosened his hand. He didn't care about the big man's threat at all.

"My Lord, please decide for the villain."

Another big man suddenly fell down at the feet of the young man, knocked his head against the ground and made a sound.

"Enough, get up. I'll deal with it fairly!"

Staring at Chen Xiaoming and others who were calm from beginning to end, the young man's expression was dignified. His serious expression surprised both men. They stood up skillfully and dared not be presumptuous.

"Thank you, my Lord!"

The young man in front of him is called Zhao Cheng. He is the chief constable in Feiliu city. He can sit in such a position at a young age because of his deep background and his own strength.

Although he is not an immortal, he is a rare Wulin expert. He is very powerful among mortals.

"Uh huh."

Nodded, Zhao Cheng walked slowly towards Chen Xiaoming. Lv Liang was ready to stop, but Chen Xiaoming waved to stop him, slightly gave way and let Zhao Cheng come in.

"You're here for the lives of these two mothers."

Before the other party spoke, Chen Xiaoming took the lead in asking. From the moment he shot, he knew it would be like this.

"Did you really do it?"

When his eyes were frozen, Zhao Cheng looked at Chen Xiaoming and saw the other party's generous recognition, but he was a little confused for a while.

If the other party was an ordinary person, he would have made a move at the moment, but the calm of the other party and Lv Liang's previous moves show that these people are not ordinary people.

"Well, it's natural. When my party first came to the city, the carriage hit their mother. At that time, they died because of their serious injury. They said they wanted me to compensate 50 Liang. That's all."

After roughly telling the story, Zhao Cheng frowned. The more he listened, the more he felt strange. Was the carriage killed? How could this be possible? He checked the dead. There was no sign of foreign object impact at all.

Moreover, the two people who reported the case never told him that there was this paragraph.

For a moment, Zhao Cheng's eyes glanced at the two people behind him. At the moment, they lowered their heads and just twitched and cried.

"Why, I've lost my money. What else can they do?"

The faint voice of words asked. The two big men behind Zhao Cheng were angry and wanted to rush forward, but looking at Lv Liang, they could only shout angrily.

"Fart, when did we take your stinky money? You give my mother's life back!"

The roar echoed in the inn. Countless people in the inn looked sideways and pointed at Chen Xiaoming and others for a moment.

"Oh, is there not enough money?"

Chen Xiaoming pretended to hesitate. Then he looked at Lv Liang. Lv Liang immediately understood that his right hand took down the money bag from his waist and threw it at the feet of the two men.

"Touch."

With a heavy muffled sound, Lv Liang glanced at them thoughtfully, and opened his mouth with a slight disdain.

"Here are three hundred Liang. Take it."

"Bah, who wants your stinky money? I want you to pay for your life!"

One of them kicked the money bag and spattered in his mouth. The scene of seeing money like dirt made Lv Liang a little stunned.

This is a little different from what he expected. Don't ordinary people like money?

Zhao Cheng's eyes were somewhat unhappy. As officials, he and others stood here and bribed the families of the dead face to face. Did they really treat them as air?

"Alas."

A sigh came out. Chen Xiaoming, who had been unmoved, slowly got up and looked at Lv Liang. The latter did a good job. He didn't understand the importance of the pattern. It seems that he should demonstrate it well.

"Master!"

With a respectful word, Chen Xiaoming's figure passed by him, but in a moment, he stood in front of the two men.

"I know there are too few of you. I'm not satisfied with it."

Chuckling, he took out a pile of silver notes from his arms. Chen Xiaoming didn't look at them. He directly took out a third of them and threw them at their feet.

"This is 500000 taels of silver. You can get it at any bank in Feiliu city at any time."

There was a thunder on the ground. The big man was disdaining to kick his foot. For a time, he was stunned in the air and couldn't kick any more.

He didn't care about three hundred Liang, but five hundred thousand Liang was an absolute astronomical figure for them.

The two men were completely blinded by Chen Xiaoming's sudden move.

Chen Xiaoming looked at them and naturally saw that they were hoodwinked, but he pretended to be embarrassed by each other's dissatisfaction.

He lowered his head and sifted through the silver note in his hand. The small denomination had just been thrown out, and now he took a third of it again and threw it down.

"Isn't that enough? Here is 1.5 million Liang. Should that be enough?"

It tripled in an instant. The two men, together with Zhao Cheng and other officials, were completely stunned.

Chen Xiaoming smiled at the corners of his mouth, as if he felt that there was still too little money. He couldn't help throwing out all the large silver tickets in his hands.

"Five million Liang!"