This is the horse given to her by her benefactor. She must keep it white and plump.

As soon as a man and a horse came out of the alley, shouting suddenly came from not far away.

"Right there!"

A group of strong men in coarse shorts shouted and rushed towards her, blocking her back into the alley.

Zhao Agui took a few steps back unconsciously. She recognized most of them. Last time they tried to steal her money, she was beaten away. Who knew they would come to her door again today.

But the leader looked at him strangely.

"She's the Head Disciplinary!" One of the men shouted: "Last time I taught you to run away, but now we have invited the Head Disciplinary. He is an eighth-level master. If you don't want to get beaten, spit out the money!"

The man known as the Head Guard slowly walked up to the crowd. His temples were bulging, his arms were like cast iron, and his short shirt had the words Huayang Martial Arts Hall embroidered on it.

"Boy, don't take money that you shouldn't take. Just hand it over."

Zhao Agui shrank his neck and defended: "The manager said he would give me ten yuan for carrying a 100-jin bag. What I took was ten yuan. I didn't take more."

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and someone teased: "Do you really don't understand or do you pretend you don't?"

"don't know."

Zhao Agui really didn't understand and didn't know what they were laughing at.

The head guard stretched out his hand to stop the commotion and said calmly: "If you want to work as a porter on Suanzao Street, you must give 40% of your salary to Huayang Martial Arts School. This is the rule."

Zhao Agui frowned: "You are not my father, why should I respect you."

"It seems that if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

The head guard laughed ferociously, hooked his fingers slightly, and left five deep scratches on the wall with a casual wave.

The white horse neighed uneasily and tried to rush out with its newly recognized little master. Zhao Agui patted it gently twice to signal it to move back.

This is the plan to see the true chapter under my command.

Laughing again, the man next to him still had good sense, and reminded him at the right time: "Teacher, be careful, even though this kid is skinny and skinny, he is still strong. Ding Xiong, the guy in charge, knows that, right? He has a ninth-grade cultivation level, but he is very strong."

He was knocked over by her with a stick."

"No matter how strong a little kid is, there is nothing he can do."

On the surface, the head guard didn't care, but on the inside, he secretly stopped looking down on him.

Ding Xiong has long heard about the gangsters circling around the Weizhoumen area. He didn't know where he learned a few styles of lying boxing. He may not be very powerful in a serious martial arts competition, but he is definitely a good hand in street fighting.

But from what they said, they didn't even finish a round.

But that's right. If it wasn't a tough opponent, why would he take action?

The guard moved his head and shoulders, his eyes were sharp, he stepped forward slowly, suddenly stepped on the ground, and punched several times in succession.

Zhao Agui didn't understand martial arts at all, so she just tried to run away. However, the alley was only so big, and she was quickly cornered. Seeing that the fist was about to fall on her head, the purple energy in her eyes flashed.

As he passed by, his body inexplicably grew several feet taller.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The head guard took a closer look and saw that Zhao Agui's fingers were like steel nails driven into the wall, crawling along the wall with great flexibility.

"Where to escape!"

The guard's head jumped up, the energy of his fists surged, and the eight-level force circled back and forth, the momentum was astonishing.

Huang-level high-grade martial arts·Bai Zhe Fist!

Zhao Agui's eyes gradually lost focus, and the purple energy became thicker. He actually somersaulted several times on the wall, and finally his palms seemed to be stuck to the wall, hanging upside down in the air.

She maintained this weird posture. In her eyes, the offensive of the head guard was no longer traceable, and tangled thin lines appeared on the surface of her body, as well as gray-white air currents surging.

It turns out that there are little mice crawling in his body.

Zhao Agui thought like this and imitated the opponent's example and punched him.

The head guard's pupils suddenly shrank, this familiar Qi Jin technique was clearly the Eightfold Fist!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several moves, the guard's head was smashed to pieces. Strangely enough, even though they were using the same moves, Zhao Agui's fists were always faster than his.

No more, no less, just the right amount.

"Little boss, spare your life!"

Zhao Agui stopped her fist, and the next moment, her stomach growled.

So hungry...so hungry that I have no energy left...

The idle men who came with them had already dispersed in a hurry when they saw that the situation was not good, and the head policeman did not care whether he would lose face or not, he just knelt down and admitted his defeat.

For people like them who hang out on the streets, you can tell which ones are ruthless and which ones are easy to bully.

He couldn't see any respect for Dazhou Luling in the eyes of this little beggar. She really dared to kill people on the street. If she didn't beg for mercy, she would be beaten to death!

"The little guy is so impressed by his incredible skills. Please let him live..."

Zhao Agui shook his fist, "What are the eighth and ninth grades you are talking about?"

The head guard could no longer resist, so he answered honestly: "As for Xiao Baotou, the eighth and ninth grades are martial arts cultivation levels. The ninth grade is the lowest, and the first grade is the highest."

"Then...that one can fly around in the sky, what level is it?"

"Flying around? Walking in the air requires a master of the Form Refining Pass to do it. He must be at least level six."

Lianxingguan, level six.

Zhao Agui remembered it.

Even though she still doesn't know what the concept of Lianxingguan is, it doesn't stop her from being in a good mood.

One step closer to helping my benefactor.

Zhao Agui paused and asked again: "Why do you ask everyone for 40% of wages?"

"These are the rules of the street, not made by me alone..." the head guard said with a bitter smile: "I have never been a porter for a few days since I saw the little boss. There are many fish and dragons in Bianjing City, and the water on the streets is quite deep.

"

"We collect all this money in one place, not entirely out of selfish motives. Most of the people who can work as porters are from poor families, and their lives are cheaper than grass. If we offend someone one day, we can spend some money from here.

Normally, if something happens to you and you really can’t be saved, you can still help with the funeral arrangements."

"Since there is no dignity left in living, it's not good for everyone to die and be a lonely ghost, don't you think so?"

The head guard wiped the blood on his face and said tentatively: "I've said everything I need to say, can I leave..."

Zhao Agui got out of the way, and the warden was relieved. However, after taking a few steps, he was suddenly stopped again.

"I will also share in the filial piety you receive from now on."

"ah?"

"You can beat them, so they give you money. Now I can beat you, so you give me money. Is there anything wrong?"

Very simple logic, and it makes sense.

The guard turned around and saw that Zhao Agui was still looking blank, like a piece of white paper that had not been splashed with ink, with nothing on it.

Including good and evil, right and wrong.

A thought suddenly came to his mind, since this evil star is so capable of fighting, if he wants her to join the gang...

What is Suanzao Street? You have to think bigger!

The warden's breath was stagnant, and he bravely said, "Dare you ask me the name of the young leader?"

Zhao Agui opened his mouth and said: "My name is Zhao..."

The words stopped abruptly.

She suddenly felt that the name Agui was a bit hard to pronounce.

My benefactor is like the sun in the sky, but what about her?

If I were really a little turtle, I wouldn't be able to catch up with the sun even if I crawled all my life...

"You can call me Zhao Da for now."

The head guard also followed suit, cupped his fists and saluted, and said politely: "It turns out it's Zhao Dalang in person."

"What Zhao Dalang, I am a woman! Zhao Da!" After Zhao Agui said, he looked at the White Dragon Horse No. 2 next to him, decided to give him another nickname that sounded very powerful, and said loudly: "White Horse Zhao Da!"

"It's true that a hero comes from a young boy, White Horse Zhao Da, what a good name!"

The head guard already had a plan in his mind, so he cupped his hands and limped away.

Behind him, Zhao Agui also led the white horse out of the alley.

The sun rises in the east, and half of the sunlight shines on her face. She stands at the intersection of light and shadow, and the road under her feet is divided into light and dark.

Where should we go later?

Zhao Agui had no idea, she just raised her head and smiled innocently.

Hehe, next time we meet, my benefactor will give her a new name~ If you like my narration, something is not quite right, please bookmark it: (https://www.myxls.net) My narration is not quite right. Sodu Novel Network has the fastest update speed on the entire network.
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