Chapter 1893

In the misty rain, Mo Lingwei was wearing a blue and white porcelain hand-embroidered cheongsam, twisting a handbag, stepping on high heels, stepping on the stone road at the entrance of the alley, looking at the mottled patterns in the ancient tower.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Feng Shaojin walked beside her, introducing the city's timeless deeds.

Someone hurried over and ran past Mo Lingwei.

Before Mo Lingwei could react, a group of people chasing behind pushed Mo Lingwei hard, and said in a vicious voice: "Go away, don't hinder me from arresting people."

Fortunately, Feng Shaojin had quick eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed her waist and brought her into his arms, so he didn't fall down.

He supported her, looked at the gangsters who were viciously beating people to death, and said: "Just wait here for me, I'll be here in a while."

After speaking, he walked straight towards the group of people.

He tapped on the shoulder of the gangster who was holding the machete, and asked, "You bumped into this young man just now?"

The gangster turned his head, and saw an unfamiliar face, with thin skin and tender flesh, he looked like a pampered son, and he didn't take Feng Shaojin to heart, and yelled with his mouth slanted: "So what? So, what can you do to me?"

Before he could finish speaking, he received a heavy punch on the nose, and his body flew out, hitting his companion's body.

Feng Shaojin took aim at that person, strode over, twisted the collar of that person with one hand, clenched an iron fist with the other, aimed at that person's face, and beat him to death.

His aura was as fierce as a storm, with a frightening chill. At first, there were gangsters who wanted to come forward to help, but after being broken by him and lying on the ground unable to get up, they all avoided and dared not go forward.

Seeing that Mo Lingwei was alone, one of the smarter gangsters had an idea and wanted to hold Mo Lingwei hostage. He was about to lean over when he saw Mo Lingwei unhurriedly pulling out a black pistol from his handbag , and aimed their guns at them.

Unexpectedly, they ran into a stubble this time. Seeing that the situation was not good, the group of people didn't have time to care about the lives of their companions, so they ran away and disappeared into the alley in an instant.

Mo Lingwei walked slowly in front of the beaten man, removed the bamboo basket covering his head, brushed away the rotten leaves on his face, and saw a handsome looking young servant.

Mo Lingwei helped the man up and asked, "Why are they chasing and beating you?"

"My young master is sick. I want to get some money for some medicine to go back to give my young master a drink. I didn't expect to rob them of their work on the pier." Renzhi touched his injured face and let out a "hiss" in pain. Soon he laughed again: "It's a good thing they didn't take away my wages, thank you girl and this young man for saving me."

He spread out his bleeding palm and looked at the few copper coins in his palm, as if he saw the hope of life.

Looking at the smiling face, Mo Lingwei felt a little shy in her heart. She asked, "What's your name? What's wrong with your young master? Is it serious?"

"It's very serious. My young master has had a fever for three days, and the fever hasn't subsided. If the fever continues, I'm afraid his brain will be burned." He wiped the blood on the copper plate with an old sleeve, "I'm going to buy medicine. .”

He took two steps back and bowed to Mo Lingwei, "My name is Renzhi, thank you both."

"Wait." Mo Lingwei took out a handkerchief from her handbag, wrapped a few ingots of silver for him, and took out two small porcelain bottles from the handbag, and handed it to him: "This bottle is for reducing fever. Pills, this bottle is anti-inflammatory pills, take it back for your young master to eat, if the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, use the money to find a better clinic for your young master to treat him."