Young Master Fang only lives four words in his life: wine, sex, money and energy. He believes that this pursuit of life is very correct. Everyone has what they want to pursue in the world. I only seek these four things, which is considered to be a contented person who is always happy.

Although he refused the money given by Mr. Liu for the first time, Fang Zheng felt a little painful, but he felt a little relieved of his guilt towards Mr. Liu. So Fang Zheng still talked to him about the so-called "clues" that were fictitious.

"Mr. Liu, it's not as simple as it seems," Fang Zheng seemed serious.

Mr. Liu's face tightened, and he unconsciously straightened his back and made a statement of scrutiny: "I would like to ask Lord Fang to give me advice. Liu is grateful to me for my Liu family!"

This is not right. Why do you think he has a little smile on Jiuquan? Fang Zheng coughed uneasyly and said, "Why isn't this simple matter?"

After glanced at the urgent look of Mr. Liu, Fang Zheng continued: "...because, well, it is not simple at all..."

Mr. Liu's face changed, and Fang Zheng quickly smiled and said, "Hey, don't get angry. It's really that this matter is too much involved. The subordinates have to be careful about their words."

Seeing the expression of Mr. Liu's blood vessels exploding, Fang Zheng turned his eyes and suddenly came to Mr. Liu's ear mysteriously and whispered: "Mr. Liu, think about it carefully. Your son has no grudges and grudges with others. Why did others castrate your son?"

Mr. Liu gritted his teeth and said, "Liu has been an official for more than ten years. What he said and done must be offensive. My son must be a traitor in the court who cannot tolerate Liu's crimes!"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Mr. Liu is really smart. Think about it again, who is the minister in the court who is most disgraceful to you? Who have you made a grudge with recently?"

Mr. Liu thought for a moment with his eyes closed. He was said to be part of the party of Pan Shangshu. Pan Shangshu was the most powerful party in the court. He had many disciples and many officials, and had complex relationships. Other party departments did not have the courage to compete with Pan Shangshu. If anyone was most disgraceful to him, only some of his confidants under Pan Shangshu. Sometimes people can do anything to compete for favor in front of their masters.

Mr. Liu hesitated and said, "Mr. Fang means that he refers to a trusted official under Shangshu Pan?"

Fang Zheng shook his hand and smiled, "Comrade Liu, you should take a longer-term vision. Think about it carefully, is Pan Shangshu very powerful in the court? Has he reached the point where he knows almost everything? In theory, if someone wants to harm your son, he must plan in advance. If others plan, Pan Shangshu will not know. Why no one reminds you? These are all questions you need to think deeply..."

Mr. Liu thought for a while, then was shocked and blurted out: "Are you talking about Shangshu Pan?"

Fang Zheng blinked innocently: "Did I say anything? I have nothing? Lord Liu, don't destroy the harmonious and intimate relationship between me and Pan Shangshu..."

Mr. Liu subconsciously shook his head: "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Shangshu Pan has been kind to cultivate and promote Liu. For more than ten years, Liu has only followed his leader in the court and dared not say anything. Why did Shangshu Pan harm me?"

Fang Zheng said with a heavy expression: "It is said that people are good at being bullied, and women are good at being ridden... Well, it is because Ma Shan is ridden. Lord Liu has been living in the officialdom for a long time. He should know that it is usually not necessary to harm a person. The chess piece is in the hands of the person who is playing. If he wants to use you or give up on you, he must have a comprehensive consideration. Besides, you pat your heart and think about it carefully. Before Lingzi was killed, did you really not offend Shangshu Pan?"

When Mr. Liu heard this, he was stunned and his face turned pale. He suddenly remembered something. Before his son was killed, he and Mr. Pan had a small dispute over the delay in taxes in Jiangnan. He advocated strict investigation and handling, while Mr. Pan believed that this matter should not be too much. Since the Ministry of Revenue was responsible for the tax, Mr. Liu was afraid of taking responsibility, so he had a small dispute with Mr. Pan. Could it be that Mr. Pan had a secret grudge?

Then Mr. Liu shook his head and smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Fang, you may have been wrong. Secretary Pan is Liu's benefactor. If it were not for Secretary Pan, there would be no Liu's present. Liu believes that he will never be able to do it, and it will never be possible..."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, yes, maybe it's because the lower official guessed wrong. Haha, the lower official is too young and has insufficient experience, so there are inevitably times when he makes mistakes. However, the lower official can make mistakes. Lord Liu cannot make mistakes. No one blames him for his mistakes. Maybe he can even make a comment of "innocence and cuteness". Lord Liu is approaching his destiny. If you are wrong, others can only make you confused. Haha, joking words, Lord Liu, don't blame him."

Mr. Liu frowned deeply. He didn't need to think about the deep meaning of this person's words, but Mr. Liu still didn't want to doubt Mr. Pan. He even remembered the grudge between Fang Zheng and Mr. Pan. Could this person want to use me to deal with Mr. Pan? Humph, it's so childish! How could I be instigated by you, a child!

Without a word, Mr. Liu sat for a while and stood up and said goodbye. Fang Zheng sent him out of the door. Mr. Liu still frowned and shook his head, muttering all the way: "It's impossible, it's impossible..."

It seems that no matter how much I deny myself, Fang Zheng's provocation still quietly took root in the hearts of Mr. Liu.

Fang Zheng stood at the door of the mansion and watched Mr. Liu gradually disappear, and suddenly stretched his waist and smiled, "Another lost old sheep has joined my righteous and pure revolutionary team. Well, it's really gratifying, haha."

I was bored in the afternoon, so Fang Zheng took the killer brother to swagger and wandered around the street.

Of course, Fang Zheng did not forget that he was in a coma now, but he was not worried. Any minister in the court knew that the so-called "coma" was just an excuse that could not be more rotten. The subtlety of the officialdom was that no matter how bad your excuse was, as long as you said it, others would definitely regard it as true. At least on the surface, no one would be stupid enough to tear it apart to expose it.

So what Fang Zheng should do? Wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt and shaking a golden silk folding fan, Master Fang was swaying across the market with his nostrils. Behind him, the expressionless killer brother, was closely followed. In addition to the fewer followers, Fang Zheng was really like a playboy who went to the street to tease good women. This appearance quickly showed his advantage. The Flower Market Street was the most crowded and dense, and when Master Fang came out, no one dared to approach within a three-foot radius. The people consciously got away from him, staring at the playboy who could not afford to offend at first glance, swaying, looking arrogant, and begging.

Jinling City is still prosperous. Mr. Liu led his troops to sweep the brothels without any impact on these ordinary people. After all, the people cannot afford to go to places like brothels. After checking and copying, it is not their business at all. They can live their lives as well as they should. They are busy every day for the little profits.

"Hey, brother killer, what other weapons will you use besides using flying knives? I'll buy you one." If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your weapons. Fang Zheng still understands this principle, so he hopes to give the brother killer a better equipment so that the brother killer can better protect him.

The killer brother shook his head coolly and ignored him.

"Brother Killer, do you know where to sell close-fitting bulletproof vests...uh, armor? For example, Tian Silkworm Armor, Holy Spirit Armor, Jiubao Heavenly Armor, etc...."

It seems that the killer brother has full HP value and no additional equipment is needed, but Master Fang needs it. Who knows who will assassinate him next time? He can't tie the killer brother to his belt? It's better to begging for yourself than asking others.

The killer brother still shook his head.

"Brother Killer, it's not right for you. I'm your boss. Your service attitude is really bad. Haven't you ever heard that customers are the Jade Emperor? You have to say something to the Jade Emperor. Just say one word, otherwise I will deduct your salary..."

Killer brother: "Ph!"

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After walking through the Flower Market Street, the two of them were already walking around not far from the Jinling Prefecture Office. Fang Zheng said with a smile: "I don't know how Comrade Chen Jiulin, the governor of Jinling Prefecture, is now. I'm afraid that when Lord Liu makes such a fuss, Comrade Chen also has a headache. Well, I have to visit him."

He raised his legs and was about to leave, but a noise came from the street. When he turned around, he saw two groups of people yelling at the same time. The barriers between the two sides were clearly distinguished and tense, and he was about to take action.

At a glance, these people knew that they were idle men and gangsters who were scattered on the street. They had no business on weekdays and only relied on helping people to make trouble or fight to survive. During the days when Fang Zheng was assassinated, Changping led the guards to crack down on the gangsters all over the world, slamming their arrogance. However, such people would never be able to wipe out them all, and now it seems that they are on the rise again.

Fang Zheng glanced at it, and continued walking without any reaction. In essence, Master Fang is not a nosy person. He has enough troubles, so he doesn't want to cause trouble anymore.

Things went against my wishes, and trouble seemed to favor Master Fang very much, and he always took the initiative to provoke him.

Before Fang Zheng walked a few steps, two groups of people across the street finally started fighting. Fang Zheng couldn't help but stop and looked at it again, although he didn't like to meddle in other people's business, he didn't mind watching the excitement. After all, it was a boring afternoon. When he was bored, he could always cheer up his spirits a little.

The fight was very lively on the street. The two sides didn't know what to do and started to do something. Look at their fight, they didn't seem to have practiced martial arts. The very ordinary street hooligans and gangsters fighting moves, choking, slapping, and slapping. Of course, occasionally there were a few glimpses of flying legs in the air and rolling around with a lazy donkey that made people curl their lips and disdainful.

As soon as the two sides started fighting, the streets became chaotic. Pedestrians frowned and avoided them, for fear of being accidentally injured by them. Some shop guests and friends poked their heads out of the pavilion and watched the excitement with great enthusiasm. Only Young Master Fang was closest to the PK scene. The main reason why he was not afraid was not because he was very skilled and brave, but because the killer brother around him was very skilled and brave.

After the fight, the two groups of people became a little red-eyed, and their moves were not very open. They spit, pull their hair, bite people, and rolled around with their arms around the ground, making the streets dusty and chaotic.

Fang Zheng was very excited. I haven’t seen such a lively scene in so many days? It’s rare to be an audience member. He inserted the folding fan into his neck, waved his hands hard in the air, and kept shouting: “Tug his hair! Pull it hard! Spit in his ears! Yes, that’s it!…Wow! You are so despicable! You actually use the monkey to steal peaches, you are really talented!…You are so unprofessional in fighting, why don’t you plan to light lime and sprinkle others’ eyes?…………”

The killer brother inadvertently glanced at Fang Zheng who was excitedly guiding Jiangshan, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

The more Fang Zheng's noises in the fight scene were heard, which was very disturbing to everyone. It seriously affected the warriors who were concentrating on PK. I have to say that Fang Zheng, the audience who was watching the fun, was too unemployed, so they could just watch it, so why bother commenting? What's more, they commented so loudly.

Of course, there is a reason for everyone to fight, for profit or righteousness, no matter what the purpose is, if someone next to them comments loudly on their moves and explains their pros and cons in detail, this will make the warriors feel awkward in their hearts, and greatly reduce the morale of both sides.

They suddenly felt like monkeys without clothes, flirting with hollows in public, while passers-by pointed at them and laughed loudly. Who can stand this feeling? Who will not be anxious about you?

So, the two groups of people who were devoted to the fight looked at each other tacitly at almost the same time, and they stopped. The two groups of people gathered together and walked towards Fang Zheng and the killer with bad expressions. Their tacit understanding was: first sweep away this annoying fly, and then we continued to fight.

When Fang Zheng saw everyone stopping, he couldn't help but say, "Have you finished fighting?" Then he found that everyone was coming towards him with anger. Fang Zheng realized that he was too prominent just now and had caused trouble for himself? In ancient times, people valued "a true gentleman who watched chess and didn't speak", but they never said that they should not speak even when watching a fight. In the past life, they wouldn't say loudly, and no one would do anything to throw mineral water bottles on the field. Why did it be impossible to yell a few words in ancient times?

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fang Zheng quickly bowed and smiled, "...Dear heroes, have you bothered you? Haha, let's go now, let's go now, let's continue..."

I was wrong about it before. Maybe this trouble was caused by Master Fang himself...

One of the burly men with green faces stopped him and said angrily: "Boy, which road is from? Do you want to build a beam?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "I'm just a fun person, I'm walking on the sidewalk..."

The green-faced man spat hard on the ground and said angrily: "I dare to point fingers at us. I see that you don't want to live anymore. How about giving you a ride?"

Fang Zheng frowned and looked at the big man's sticky saliva on the ground, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's wrong to spit anywhere. If there is an auntie from the neighborhood committee wearing a red hoop in this era, you will be fined to make you bleeding inside..."

The big man was obviously not an intellectual person who could only talk. He laughed at him without saying anything, and he punched Fang Zheng in front of him.

Fang Zheng shouted: "Oh my God!" Then he subconsciously squatted down and barely avoided the punch.

The killer brother happened to be standing behind Fang Zheng. The big man's punch was steady and powerful, and the castration was very fast. Fang Zheng avoided it and naturally hit the killer brother.

Only when the big man screamed, Fang Zheng stood up and looked back, but saw that the killer brother was very careful to hold the big man's fist with one hand, and the big man's arm was twisted in a strange posture. It seemed that the situation was probably dislocated.

After this huge change, everyone was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to react. Only the big man's howling continued, and the sound was heard.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Fang Zheng couldn't help but relax secretly. He took off the folding fan from his neck and opened it with a chic and gorgeous technique. He shook it on the street where the dusty and chicken feathers were floating around, like a handsome young man in the turbid world, like a pretty man in the face and red lips... At this time, he would definitely attract the admiration of many women?

After posing enough, Fang Zheng glared at the killer in dissatisfaction: "Why don't you protect me? I have to avoid that punch myself."

The killer brother said coldly: "Give money first and then do things, this is the rule."

Look at this guy's virtue of asking for money! Fang Zheng pointed to the big man who kept screaming and said, "This person can't be counted as my money. His punch was rushing to you..."

Before he finished speaking, the two gangsters who fought in the group were angry: "Brothers, fight with him!"

Fang Zheng was shocked, one or two were okay, but such a large group of people didn’t know if the killer brother was busy?

"Hey, brother killer, are you okay?" Fang Zheng, who was a little scared, pointed to the more than 20 evil men opposite him and asked.

"Give money first, then do things." The killer brother seemed calm and composed.

Fang Zheng stomped his feet in a hurry: "You still want money at this time. Do you have any conscience? Isn't it okay to give you money later..."

The killer brother shook his head unmoved: "You always owed me money and don't give me money. This time I'll give you money before doing it." It turned out that the killer brother is still working as a migrant worker who is seeking hard-earned money part-time...

At this time, everyone was already in anger and walked towards the two of them with a ferocious face, ready to fight.

The killer brother actually spoke kindly and reminded: "You better be quicker, otherwise it will be too late later."

Fang Zheng looked at the gangsters getting closer and closer in horror, then looked at the killer brother in panic, and said tremblingly: "Brother! It's too much! Don't bring such a playful person! Aren't you taking advantage of the situation to rob..."

As he said that, he quickly took out a silver note from his arms, and without even looking at it, he patted it in the killer brother: "Give it to you! Damn! You are so cold-blooded, you don't talk about any feelings..."

After giving the silver note, Fang Zheng ran away without looking back. After giving the money, he handed over the rest to the killer brother.

Unexpectedly, after running for a few steps, the killer brother actually followed. The two ran side by side on the empty flower market street. A group of gangsters behind saw the two running away, and they shouted and cursed and chased after them.

When Fang Zheng saw that the killer brother ran with him, he couldn't help crying in a hurry: "...No? You can't even beat this group of gangsters?"

He has the ability to kill several assassins with great martial arts skills, but why can't he beat dozens of gangsters who don't have any martial arts skills? Sometimes the killer brother is really a very difficult person...

The killer brother shook his head while running: "No."

Fang Zheng glanced back and the gangsters were chasing them hard, and they were not too far away from them.

With a sad face, Fang Zheng gasped while running, "What do you...the hell do you want to do?"

The killer brother calmly took out a silver note from his arms, swayed at Fang Zheng while running, and said coolly: "You only gave one hundred taels, it's not enough."

"Pu!" Fang Zheng finally fell down hard.

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