Deliveryman of the Heaven

The spear struck Weiqing's arm!    

Weiqing had only taken away the electric baton, adding to his mental disorder, it would be impossible for the police to shoot him in the head with a gun, after all, Weiqing did not take the hostage.    

But something surprising happened...    

When the bullets hit Weiqing's arm, he didn't even raise his head. Instead, he looked down at the electric baton in his hand with interest.    

This shot seemed to have missed, as it did not hit his body.    

This scene caused all the onlookers to be stunned …    

No one doubted that the policeman had a problem with the gun. Everyone could see that the shot had hit the beggar's arm, but why was there no reaction at all?    

Even if there were no heart-wrenching screams, he would at least scream in pain. Could it be that this person was dead or invulnerable?    

It was also at this time that Tu Wuya relied on his sturdy body to squeeze into the crowd.    

The surrounding spectators, upon seeing the treasure sword in Tu Wuya's hand, did not dare to stop him, and could only obediently make way for him.    

In the mortal world, guns and tools were strictly regulated, and those who could make a name for themselves by carrying swords and sabers on the streets must be martial arts experts.    

Of course, this martial arts expert was what ordinary people called cultivators.    

"F * ck, the scene is so bloody, but in the end, it was that crazy guy who killed three people in broad daylight!" Ye Zichen exclaimed.    

Hearing Tu Wuya's words, the Third Miss subconsciously looked up at the scene and took a deep breath. At first, she did not think much about it. A cultivator at her level might meet with a beggar, but when she saw that pair of deep eyes, his body trembled slightly. His tears dropped instantly as he cried out involuntarily: "Weiqing?"    

"Weiqing?" Tu Wuya was startled.    

But Third Miss had already run over to Weiqing, she did not even have time to stop him …    

The people around them cried out in alarm. They thought that a female hero was running out from the crowd to subdue the murderer.    

But Third Miss only opened her arms wide, and rushed towards Weiqing without any defenses, in the next moment, Weiqing threw out a punch, and directly threw out Third Miss who wanted to embrace him. Third Miss was swept out and landed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Tu Wuya immediately took out his great sword, and rushed towards Third Miss, and shouted: "Senior sister!"    

"Weiqing, he's really Weiqing!" Third Miss ignored the wounds on his body and pointed his trembling finger at the beggar.    

If Third Miss was not a cultivator, Weiqing would have killed her with this punch.    

Tu Wuya said angrily: "Senior Sister, you're crazy. How could he be Weiqing? "F * cking hell, you crazy bastard! How dare you hurt my senior sister?! I'll cripple you!" As he said that, his entire body released a force field, his body was covered in a layer of faint golden light, the treasure sword in his hand trembled slightly, and with Tu Wuya's current cultivation, he could deal with a madman who acted so arrogantly, and with a slash of his sword.    

Just as Tu Wuya wanted to attack, he was stopped by the Third Miss!    

"Crow, what are you doing?! He's really Weiqing, I can't possibly recognize him wrong! Those eyes, I can easily tell that it's him, I can't be wrong!"    

Third Miss stood up, and slapped Tu Wuya, extinguishing all of the martial arts experts that Tu Wuya had just made. Tu Wuya looked at his senior crying into tears, and with the solemn tone that he used, he could not help but look puzzledly at the beggar who did not have a single trace of humanity on his body, and said hoarsely: "He is really Weiqing, how is this possible, he is my idol, how can he become like this?"    

Third Miss coughed out a mouthful of blood and nodded: "I won't misjudge him. He's the only man that I'll ever miss in my life."    

Tu Wuya still shook his head in disbelief, and said: "Then what do you think we should do now?"    

"Don't hurt him, just subdue him. He must have been stimulated to such an extent. Heavens, how did my man become a beggar? My heart hurts …" Third Miss cried intensely, as he walked towards Weiqing, scared to the point that Tu Wuya immediately guaranteed that he would not harm a single strand of hair on the beggar, no, subdue Weiqing.    

One was a cultivator of Insightful Deficiency, the other was a madman who only had a body full of brute force that was insane.    

This was a battle without suspense.    

Tu Wuya pushed his speed to the limit, creating afterimages. In the blink of an eye, he was already behind Weiqing, and with a palm strike, he knocked him out, causing the entire hall to be filled with colors.    

"You can't take him away!"    

Tu Wuya carried Weiqing and prepared to leave, but three policemen blocked his way.    

Third Miss became strong instantly, and as cold as ice, he bellowed, "Get out of the way, you didn't see the sword in my hands right? I must bring this person away, if you still don't feel at ease, go look for Yu San directly if there's anything you want to do, tell him that I took his brother-in-law away, is there a problem?"    

When the three policemen heard the name Yu San, they were immediately speechless.    

Yu San was currently one of the people with the most authority in the North Harbour.    

Beimang Mountain, a group of villas at the foot of the mountain, was also the place with the highest price in the entire North Harbour. Because in this Beimang Mountain, it was said that there was an extremely powerful formation that was able to continuously absorb the energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles radius. Those who lived here, in their own words, could live an extra three years if they lived here for one year.    

As for the real estate, it was only one of the many industries with Yu Family's investment and wages. In addition, it also involved fisheries, finance, banks and so on. It was said that Yu Family was planning to enter the luxury industry.    

And at the very top of the Beimang Mountain was a villa, which was Yu Sanniang's Affectionate Villa.    

It was two in the afternoon, and Yu Wen was currently entertaining his business partners in the Villa's conference hall.    

At two in the afternoon, Yu Wen was in the Villa discussing about business.    

Any one of them would be a priceless treasure, even if they could sit at the conference table of thirty people at once. They were all thousand-year Agarwood that could be used as gold with just a little bit of it. Yu Wen was currently having a very pleasant conversation with his few business partners, and was about to sign the contract.    

In the past, Yu Wen had always been a kind and refined person. Everywhere he went, he carried a bookshelf full of books and was very amiable to anyone.    

However, from his serious expression, it was easy to tell that he was under a lot of pressure right now. At least when he was talking, it was neither fast nor slow, and the three Secret Art s were recording his words. The business partners that came to negotiate with him also listened very seriously to his words, and their faces were filled with trust.