Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

Lu Xiaoye bought some cannons and, to save matches, lit an incense stick.

Lu Zhenzhen covered her ears from a distance, but the loud "bang" still startled her.

After helping Lu's mother clear the table and clean up the dishes, Qiao Ling, seeing that it was getting late, said to Lu's mother, "Auntie, I'll head back now."

Lu's mother wiped her hands with her apron, her eyes filled with reluctance.

But given the current situation, it wasn't convenient for Qiao Ling to stay at home, so he could only say, "I'll have Zifeng take you."

Qiao Ling glanced outside and saw Lu Zifeng playing enthusiastically with his younger siblings: "It's okay, let him play. It's not far anyway."

Lu's mother would never agree to that, and pulled Qiao Ling out, saying, "Zifeng, take Qiao Ling home."

"Okay!" Lu Zifeng tossed the cannon in his hand to Lu Xiaoye, then turned around and went to ride his bicycle.

Lu's mother shouted, "It's pitch black! Why are you riding a bicycle? You just ate, can't you take a walk?"

The main issue is that the steep slope from the railway to the main street is not only steep but also has very few streetlights, so Lu's mother's reasoning is completely valid.

Of course, what she wanted most was to create more time for Lu Zifeng and Qiao Ling to be alone.

They were both in their prime, and as they got to know each other, they fell in love.

"I really envy your family," Qiao Ling said with emotion as she walked down the street.

If you said this to Lu's mother, she would definitely say, "Welcome to our big family."

But when it came to Lu Zifeng, he said, "No need for brain teasers tomorrow, just a lottery. Every purchase of 50 yuan or more gets you one draw. The prize can be a cash reward or a physical item. Oh, and we can put some slow-moving stock in the prize pool. Go back and take stock of the inventory, and fold the lottery slips neatly. I'll make two lottery boxes."

Qiao Ling: "..."

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

There were faint sounds of firecrackers exploding, and rockets shooting into the sky with a "whoosh—bang".

The occasional screams of children could be heard.

Yellow, green, and red lights shot towards the horizon with a start, then gradually disappeared.

This was New Year's Eve in 1991, and the festive atmosphere was strong.

Years later, the fireworks are even more dazzling, but the festive spirit of the New Year has been lost.

"Zifeng..."

"Don't speak."

Qiao Ling turned to look at Lu Zifeng in surprise, only to see him staring straight ahead with a serious expression.

Two men were walking toward them, their coats open, and something hard seemed to be pressing against them from inside.

Based on Lu Zifeng's years of experience in gang fights, he quickly deduced that the two men were hiding weapons in their clothes.

Lu Zifeng didn't recognize the two people and didn't know if they were after him, but to be on the safe side, he grabbed Qiao Ling's wrist and pulled her to the side of the road.

Qiao Ling didn't think as much as Lu Zifeng. She just felt Lu Zifeng's large and strong hand holding her, and her heart was pounding. She didn't know whether she should break free.

Seeing that Lu Zifeng was on guard, the two men stopped pretending and reached directly into his clothes.

Lu Zifeng shoved Qiao Ling: "Run!"

After saying that, instead of retreating, he advanced and took the initiative.

It was only then that Qiao Ling noticed that the other person had somehow acquired a gleaming machete in their hand.

She was startled and tried to call for help, but found that there was no one around.

Without hesitation, I ran headed towards the main street.

Because she knew that only when she ran far away would Lu Zifeng dare to run away freely.

On the other hand, there are many people on the main street, so you can call for help.

If you're lucky, you might even run into patrolling police officers.

But she felt like she had been running for a long time. The distance that was usually not very far seemed to have no end tonight, and Lu Zifeng had not kept up.

She suddenly realized that if she ran into the street like this, and then went back to find help, Lu Zifeng would have already been torn to pieces.

I'm not running anymore!

go back!

In a moment of quick thinking, Qiao Ling ran towards the scene, shouting, "Zifeng, I've brought the police!"

"Comrades, it's just ahead, hurry up!"

In the dim light, Lu Zifeng's tall figure appeared in front of Qiao Ling, but the two thugs who had committed the crime were nowhere to be seen.

"They...were scared away by me?" Qiao Ling stared intently at Lu Zifeng, and seeing the redness and swelling on his face, she felt a pang of heartache.

Lu Zifeng glanced at the ground, and Qiao Ling followed his gaze.

The two men were lying neatly on the ground, their four legs tied together by a leather belt, and another leather belt tied to the first one, being dragged forward by Lu Zifeng.

Lu Ling wasn't surprised, but her legs felt a little weak.

At the time of the incident, all she could think about was what to do, what to do.

The brain and limbs are fairly coordinated.

Now that the crisis was over, she felt a sudden panic and her legs went weak, causing her to lean on Lu Zifeng.

Lu Zifeng reached out and patted her on the back: "It's alright, let's call the police! Let's see who's targeting me."

"Pick up the machete and steel pipe on the ground, but don't touch them directly. Wrap them in your clothes."

"Okay." Lu Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes before pulling her body away from Lu Zifeng's chest.

A bizarre scene unfolded on the streets of Dongxian County:

A frail woman, wielding a machete and a steel pipe, and a burly young man, dragging two struggling men, walked fearlessly down a festive and bustling street.

When all else failed, Lu Zifeng kicked the two men in the head again.

It would be much easier if they just lay on the ground and let Lu Zifeng drag them.

Wang Jianguo was on duty at the local police station. He never expected that Lu Zifeng would one day voluntarily walk into the police station.

Still as a victim.

"What's going on?" Wang Jianguo was completely baffled.

In the past, Lu Zifeng would never report a fight to the police, regardless of whether he won or lost.

Lu Zifeng described what happened.

Wang Jianguo stared intently at the machete and steel pipe that Qiao Ling had placed on the table.

This isn't a fight; it's hiring someone to commit murder!

Fortunately, what hit Lu Zifeng was a steel pipe, not a machete.

Otherwise, he would at least be disfigured, if not killed.

"Who have you offended recently?" Wang Jianguo asked.

Lu Zifeng felt his pockets and realized he had forgotten his cigarettes, so he reached out and took the half-pack of cigarettes that Wang Jianguo had left on the table.

He handed one to Wang Jianguo and put the other in his own mouth.

"Who else could it be?"

"Wu Fucheng? Wasn't he already taken away?"

"It's not surprising at all that people place orders in advance for this kind of thing."

"Place an order?"

Although Wang Jianguo didn't know how to say "place an order," he could roughly understand the meaning from the context.

The problem now is that if Wu Fucheng directly places an order with these two people, Lu Zifeng will be safe once the three are arrested one after another.

If Wu Fucheng placed the order with a middleman, and these two were merely executors.

Then Lu Zifeng may face a second round of attacks from the other side.

"I'll call the city and have them conduct a surprise interrogation of Wu Fucheng," Wang Jianguo said, walking straight to the telephone.

"Tell him that Wu Biao has been arrested as a key suspect, otherwise he won't tell the truth," Lu Zifeng suggested.

"Are you teaching me how to do things? You know that's called inducing a confession!" Wang Jianguo said angrily.

"Then what do we do? Aren't you going to protect the innocent people?" Lu Zifeng asked innocently.

Wang Jianguo's finger hovered over the telephone dial pad. He thought for a moment, "If I really have someone bring Wu Biao back, it won't be considered inducement to confess."