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The little boy ran all the way, and because he was very familiar with the terrain, he reached the temple platform at almost the fastest speed.

At this time, at the temple platform, Old Guo Tou was still registering the farmers who signed up to dig coal.

But before he started writing in his hand, he saw a small dark hand slapped on the table.

"Uncle Guo! Something's wrong! Go and save my dad!"

Lao Guotou was startled, but he saw the little boy staring at him with sweat on his head and trying to pull his sleeves as he stared at him.

"Your dad? What happened to your dad?"

This kid rarely calls him uncle, something obviously happened.

When the surrounding villagers heard this, they all gathered around.

In his desperation, the little boy couldn't explain clearly. He just kept saying: "Hurry up, the bandits from Hutoushan are coming!"

One sentence shocked everyone into stunned silence.

Bandits on the mountain? Didn’t they escape many years ago? Why are they back again?

It can be seen that the little boy's appearance does not look like he is lying.

Old Guo Tou also raised his brows. At this time, he had no time to ask why. He hurriedly waved to everyone and said: "Hurry up, let's go to Lao Zhizi's house and have a look!"

After everyone heard this, they didn't have time to go home to get the guy. They copied whatever they saw and planned to follow the little guy.

But the little boy suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly:

"Uncle Guo, the prince asked you to call the strong man who chops wood."

When Lao Guotou heard this, he didn't know what it meant, so he asked everyone to go first while he went back to call for people.

Everyone rolled up their sleeves one after another, and the little boy stopped talking nonsense, and the group rushed towards their home.

And at the same time.

Li Chengjiu was already standing at the courtyard gate holding a big stone.

The scarred man was slightly stunned.

Looking over, he saw a frail young man staring at him with squinted eyes.

"Who are you? You dare to interfere in my business?"

Li Chengjiu snorted lightly, "I am the king of Nanjiang, Li Chengjiu!"

As soon as these words came out, the scarred man suddenly frowned, "Li Chengjiu? King of Southern Xinjiang?"

The three people behind them all paused slightly.

"Who do you think you are?" one of them asked again, somewhat uncertainly.

Li Chengjiu was a little panicked in his heart, but he sneered: "I am the King Li Chengjiu, why don't you commoners kneel down when you see me?!"

This was the first time he asked someone to kneel down.

Of course, my heart has been twitching, twitching...

The man with the scar smacked his lips and squinted his eyes, a little unsure. He had never seen what the King of Southern Xinjiang looked like, but a boy suddenly appeared and called himself Li Chengjiu. He was really frightened for a moment.

It happened that a younger brother behind him touched his body and whispered in his ear: "Brother, what should I do? This man is really the King of Southern Xinjiang."

"Have you seen it?" the scarred man asked lightly.

The younger brother hurriedly replied: "Well, one year I went to the city for business and happened to see him."

"Um……"

The scarred man pondered, muttering in his heart.

He glanced around secretly. In such a remote and remote place, if he, the King of Southern Xinjiang, couldn't just stay at home, why would he come to this place?

Besides, why are you alone? There are no followers around you?

I was thinking in my heart, and the younger brother continued to ask: "What should the elder brother do?"

"What? You and I are carrying a lot of lives with our brothers, but just a prince can scare you?"

"Brother, you misunderstood. I am afraid that if we hurt the King of Southern Xinjiang, it will be a big deal!"

The younger brother was busy explaining.

The scarred man took a deep breath.

They are in exile, and their names are already on the government's wanted list.

He is not afraid of killing, but if he really wants to touch the lord of southern Xinjiang, the government will spare no effort to eradicate him. I wonder if he will still have a way to escape?

After thinking about it carefully, he said to Li Chengjiu in a deep voice:

"His Royal Highness King Jiang, this is a private matter between our brothers. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. This is not the place you should be here. Please drive back home, lest we accidentally hurt you."

The words contained persuasion, but also threats.

But Li Chengjiu snorted coldly.

"Why, you are causing trouble on my territory and you still don't want me to take care of it? Are you going to rebel?"

"You don't dare to rebel, but we in the industry really don't look at the faces of you butlers when we do things!"

It is obvious both inside and outside the words.

He just wanted to kill someone, but he didn't care who the victim was.

Li Chengjiu felt something in his heart. He pondered for a moment and then asked, "Is your grandfather's name Feitianhu?"

The scarred man sneered, "So what?"

"I heard that he committed a crime many years ago and was wanted by the government. He had already escaped from southern Xinjiang, but why did you come back? Aren't you afraid that the government would find out and you would never be able to leave again?"

"Prince Jiang, don't scare me with these words. I'm licking blood on the tip of my knife. If I were afraid of these people in official clothes, I would have died countless times!"

"It turns out he is still a good man. I admire him. He just bullied an unarmed banker in broad daylight. Don't you think you are too cheap?" Li Chengjiu changed the subject.

But the scarred man said disdainfully:

"Don't wear a high hat with us. I am just a reckless man and cannot be called a hero."

"So, this king has no control over this matter?"

"Huh, I've already advised you to be wise and leave quickly. If you insist on doing this, don't blame me for hurting your noble body later."

After saying that, the scarred man shook the machete in his hand and moved forward.

Seeing this, Li Chengjiu shouted:

"Wait a minute!"

The scarred man tilted his head and said with a smile: "I wonder if King Jiang has anything else to say?"

Li Chengjiu didn't have anything to say. It wasn't just to delay time. As long as the little bastard brought him here, the matter would be easy to handle.

But the bandits across from him didn't care about his status at all.

I can't control these people at all.

He was muttering in his heart, but he kept saying, "How about we make a bet?"

"Bet? I think you want to delay time?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Chengjiu's heart skipped a beat.

"How do you say this?"

The scarred man curled his lips in disdain, ignored him and turned to the people behind him and said: "Hurry up and take this old guy with you, let's go!"

Several people behind him saw the situation and came to the injured man in two steps.

Seeing this, the injured man wanted to raise the iron pestle in his hand to resist, but he was the opponent of several bandits and was subdued in two blows. Before he could react, the cold blade was already placed on his neck.

"Old man, if you dare to resist again, I will wipe your neck."

The man gritted his teeth and finally had no choice but to shout to Li Chengjiu: "Your Majesty, leave quickly and leave this slave alone. They are all the people of the King of Hell and will kill without blinking an eye!"

The scarred man cracked his neck and made a crunching sound.

"Did you hear that, Your Highness King Jiang? If you are sensible, please open the door. We won't touch you."

After saying that, he thrust the machete across his chest, winked, and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Li Chengjiu saw several people holding the injured man and preparing to evacuate, and they looked menacing, so it was obvious that he would not take him seriously.

It is estimated that if he continues to block it, it will not be his mouth that speaks to him, but the cold sword.

I secretly glanced at the alley in Zhuangzi again, but still no trace of him.

"What to do? To stop or not to stop?"

I was struggling in my heart, but I saw these people approaching.

Especially the man with the scar, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and the machete was spinning in his hand.

If we wait any longer for reinforcements, I'm afraid it will be too late.

Grandma is a fool, that’s all!

Since I was allowed to travel here, I have no intention of going back alive!

I don’t know where the courage came from, but Li Chengjiu suddenly rounded the stone in his hand and hit the scarred man on the head.

"Fuck you!"

A loud roar startled several people. The scarred man frowned, and then saw a dark thing flying towards his head.

He didn't pay much attention to this prince at first.

A kid from a rich family would probably be frightened to the point of losing his legs when he saw the knife in his hand.

You can just threaten him a few times and you're still afraid that he won't obey?

Therefore, he was not too nervous throughout the whole process, and he did not expect that the other party would actually dare to take action against him.

But when he reacted at this moment, the stone in Li Chengjiu's hand had already hit him in the face.

There was a pop and blood spurted out from the nose.

The scarred man's head was buzzing.

Baring his teeth, he only paused for a moment before shouting to the people behind him:

"Damn it! Kill him for me!"

Several people had just realized what had just happened. When the boss issued an order, they dared not stand still. They picked up the swords in their hands and rushed towards the courtyard gate.

Li Chengjiu was heartbroken when he saw this.

He picked up a wooden stick beside the courtyard door and yelled:

"The first method of beating a dog with a stick! Hit the dog's head with a stick!"