I'm really a villain

I went to the county again and informed the people I selected to gather at Guandi Temple.

There were nine people, implying that they could bring people close to them. These were smart people selected by Wang Fang. They knew what Wang Fang meant almost without Wang Fang saying anything.

When night fell, more than a dozen people, big and small, gathered at Guandi Temple. Just as Wang Fang had just finished talking about his plan to rescue them, he was interrupted by a sneer outside the door:

"Grandpa, I have already seen that you guys are abnormal, but I didn't expect to have such an idea."

A few muscular figures came from outside the door, and the leader of them was wearing an open jacket on the upper body, revealing the tattoo on his chest with teeth and claws.

"Spend your arms!"

Wang Fang's eyes lit up, and he began to look at the tattoos on this guy with great interest.

Tattoos are not a modern item, they have been spread as early as the Tang Dynasty, and by the Song Dynasty, they have become the standard equipment of rogue thugs, commonly known as flower arms.

He took a few glances at the flowery arm in front of him, but saw this guy glaring at the beggars present with his cold eyes, watching helplessly that the subordinate he had chosen had already planned to back down, Wang Fang naturally couldn't let him do what he wanted.

Too lazy to say anything, he raised his hand and shot at the strong man's body, only to see the six-foot-tall burly man put his hands on his chest, and stepped back a few steps.

"The power is still a bit smaller."

With a long sigh, he blew on the muzzle of the gun and put on a pose he thought was handsome. Wang Fang sighed, "No way, my current body can bear one-third of the recoil at most."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether the people in front of him could understand or not, he raised his hand and shot the strong man's entourage again.

After firing two shots in a row, even if no one was killed, you could still see horrified eyes rising from the sloppy faces present.

Slowly reloading the gunpowder, he smiled at the leader with Huayi: "Yang Jiu, a native of Zhoujiazhuang, the bandit's name is Nine Overlord, do you want to say something?"

Hua in front of her covered her chest with her arms and let out a cold snort. Wang Fang didn't bother to care about him, and smiled at the stunned beggars: "Whoever wants to go, follow me, and who doesn't want to stay, stay."

There were a total of fifteen people, and no one planned to stay, especially after seeing Yang Jiu's expression, they dared not stay.

He took his second elder brother and passed by the fifteen people. Outside the temple, there were more than a dozen rogues who planned to come to help. Two of them were still carrying their pockets, and they seemed to be planning to kidnap Wang Fang.

Ignoring the dozens of strong men with fierce faces outside, they walked directly along the gate. Almost everywhere they went, the figures were separated, and no one dared to open their eyes in front of the two muskets.

When Wang Fang gradually walked away with more than ten people, Yang Jiu sneered behind him and said, "I don't know where you come from, or a general from the army, can you leave a name for the younger ones to look up to?" one time."

"A name, just call me Spider-Man."

There was a mocking voice in the distance, and then the rogues in the temple sighed: "What kind of firearm is this? Why is it much smaller than the ones used in the army?"

"Whatever firearm he has, a person who can carry two firearms with him is something our brothers can't afford to provoke."

"That's right, no matter who it is, just treat it as a strong dragon crossing the river."

Several rogues went to help Yang Jiu check his injuries while yelling, only Yang Jiu gritted his teeth and said, "Da Ming has hundreds of types of firearms, and it's the first time I've seen one with a short handle that doesn't need ignition. With a firearm like this, you can always find out where it came from."

Regardless of the discussion of the rogues behind him, after Wang Fang walked out of the Guandi Temple, he suddenly felt his feet go soft, almost to the ground.

Yang Rong on the side held his shoulder in fear, and said in shock, "If you really started to do it just now, what are you going to do?"

Guilty hehe, Wang Fang relaxed and said, "What else can I do, surrender, maybe I can redeem myself."

While speaking, he glanced at his second brother, and Wang Fang said with cold sweat in his heart: "In the future, you must never put yourself in a dangerous situation, especially you can't entrust your safety to a reckless man who has no actual combat experience."

It has to be said that Wang Fang's training of the second brother has reached the final stage, but because he can't find an opponent, the second brother has not been able to form a systematic style of play, and is still in the process of relying on brute force to swing randomly.

But right now, regardless of whether it will be useful in the future, Wang Fang intends to let the second brother gain some actual combat experience, so that he can at least guarantee his own safety when facing more than a dozen people.

Leaving from Guandi Temple, two carriages had already parked in front of the gate of the city, Yang Rong's brother and He Yongding each had one. As for his second uncle, Wang Fang never planned to confess the secret of the valley to him.

The fifteen people, plus 18 people including Wang Fang, Yang Rong and the second brother, sat down in two carriages in batches, and drove slowly towards the city gate in front of them.

If the scene of facing a dozen rogues just now was a small scene, facing the guarding officers and soldiers at the gate of the city now is a real big scene.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he took the seat in the front row of the bullock cart and held a spare black iron gun barrel in his arms.

As night fell, it was time to close the gate of the city, and in the distance, several officers and soldiers saw the ox cart carrying more than [-] people about to leave the city, and shouted: "Who's carriage, stop and let grandpa have a look."

Whether it is right or wrong, Wang Fang always believed that the beggars in the city must have official influence, otherwise, hundreds of children would not be able to easily enter the city, nor would they be able to seek help after their legs were broken.

But right now, the city gate officers and soldiers in charge of guarding the gate must know the identity of the beggar in the car.

Whether it was due to natural caution or some other factors, Wang Fang didn't want the carriage to be inspected, so he lifted the black iron barrel he had prepared with a sullen face and said, "Go away, get away, be careful, my lord!" Boom you."

While speaking, the other hand held a short sleeve against the black iron barrel and fired a shot, and then threw out a token and said: "Young master is the groom of Dongpinghou's family, if you don't let me go, be careful that young master will kill you. "

In the dark of night, no one paid attention to whether the Huotong in Wang Fang's hand fired or not, and no one paid attention to whether the token in Wang Fang's hand was real or not.

More than a dozen city guards hurriedly moved away under the threat of muskets. After Wang Fang and others walked away, one of the leading guards waved and told the soldiers beside him: "Go and tell Yang Nine, not only two firearms, but also a military firearm."

This little soldier can be regarded as the backbone of the city guard, and he also said in a dark voice: "Do you need to send someone to follow?"

The city guard said: "Ask Yang Jiu first, their ox carts can't go far."