C8 A Veteran of the First Stage Who Has Not Changed His Mind!

The next day, the sun shone brightly.

When Shen Qiu came downstairs, Wushuang was already waiting for him.

After they got on the car, Wushuang asked: "Dragon Soul, where are we going?"

Shen Qiu lightly said, "Let's go to the mausoleum garden! There were so many people outside yesterday, but none of them were able to properly chat with Gulang. "

Wushuang was silent because she knew that in Shen Qiu's heart, Sun Yue's position was unshakable.

However, a brother that had lived a long life had died unexpectedly. If he did not take revenge on this grudge, he would not be Warlord of his generation!

At this time, Wushuang handed over a folder and said: "Dragon Soul, this is the notification document given by the authorities. One month later, Dongyang City's Tianhai District and Ningjiang District will merge together and become known as Tianning District.

"Dragon Soul, it's really interesting up there. I wonder how many nobles are salivating over this good news."

Shen Qiu did not accept the document, and did not even look at the contents within. He said lightly: "Wushuang, you know, I am not interested in these. Tell the old head to find someone else."

Wushuang sighed helplessly, this was the Dragon Soul. He did not care about the so-called authority, and because of the Dragon Soul's power, how could a small manager look down upon it?

It was normal that it didn't look like it.

After about half an hour, they arrived at the new area's mausoleum garden. At this moment, when the old man saw Shen Qiu walking over, he could not help but have a more serious expression on his face. Yesterday, the mausoleum garden was very lively, and the people guarding outside the door were the peak people of all levels in the city, and at that time, there were only these two people inside the mausoleum garden.

As a retired veteran, the old man could tell at a glance from the aura exuded by Wushuang. This was definitely not something an ordinary soldier could possess.

Shen Qiu looked sad and didn't try to hide his aura. When he reached the door, he forced out a smile: "Grandpa, I'll have to trouble you to go in and see a friend."

The old man chuckled. "Alright, go ahead!"

The two of them walked in and reached the mausoleum garden. Shen Qiu took out his Xiyue Wine and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone as his thoughts raced.

Just like that, Shen Qiu sat on the ground. Wushuang stood behind him and listened to Shen Qiu mutter for half an hour.

Only when the wine was completely drunk did Shen Qiu stand up, sighed deeply, and turned around to leave.

Even though he was wearing a suit of glory and his merits were limitless, the people who died would never return.

Before he even reached the entrance of the mausoleum garden, he heard an anxious and angry curse: "Old man, let me tell you, your son owes me five hundred thousand! It's been two months, and he won't pay me back when I call him. You're his father, so this money should be given to you, right?"

"I... I don't have any money! " The old man said in frustration.

"Fuck, no money, right? Simple! Let me catch your son. I'll sell everything he has. You old bastard, I heard your son say, you used to be a soldier? There must be a lot of pensions saved over the years, right? Where's the money? "

Shen Qiu and Shen Qiu walked to the door. The old man was forced to kneel on the ground by a yellow-haired young man. He held a machete against his neck. Several people surrounded him with their arms crossed in front of their chest with a face full of ridicule.

Shen Qiu frowned. Wushuang wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Shen Qiu.

The elder sighed, "I gave all the money to my son. He has already lost everything in your casino!"

The yellow-hair said angrily, "F * * k!" Then wouldn't my trip here have been in vain? No, what are you wearing on your chest? Is this gold? "

The old man immediately gave the medal back to him and said in a cautious tone: "This cannot be given to you, it is an honor!" The country gave it to me! "

The yellow-hair was stunned, then kicked the old man in the stomach. "F * ck!" You still dare not to give it to me? Since you have already lost one of your legs, I will reluctantly break your other leg as well! I'll let you resist! I have been in society for so many years, can't I cure you, this smelly old man? "

After a dispute, yellow-hair took the medal off and observed it with great interest. His expression immediately changed as he asked in a heavy voice, "This isn't gold?"

The old man bowed his head: "No, please give it back to me!"

"F * ck!" The yellow-hair was flustered and exasperated. He threw the medal on the ground and stomped it to pieces. He said angrily, "It's not Gold, yet you still act like you're protecting a calf. You're purposely angry at me, aren't you? See if I, your father, take care of you today! "

With that, the yellow-hair punched towards the old man's face, but at that moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

The yellow-hair was surprised for a moment before he turned his head around and said unhappily, "Who is the one meddling in other people's business?"

Shen Qiu chuckled and said, "Friend, since his son owes you money, then let's go find his son. There's no need to make things difficult for an old man."

The yellow-hair frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sick?" Do you know who I am? "

Shen Qiu said lightly, "I don't know.

But respecting the elderly and loving the young is a person's most basic quality. Do you know what kind of glory this medal is? "

The yellow-hair was stunned, then subconsciously said: "How would I know? "It's not gold, it's not worth much money. It might not even be enough for me and my brothers to eat a meal."

Shen Qiu said, "Some things can't be measured by money. This medal was awarded by the nation's third-class meritorious service. This old man has made a great contribution to the country. Is it really okay for you to bully him like this?"

"Damn you!" The yellow-hair was instantly infuriated. "I finally understand, you are just suffering from the pain of having nothing to do, aren't you? Fine! I like people like you who don't know your place. You want to help him? Look at your abilities, brothers, beat him down! I told him to act! "

With the order from the yellow-hair, a few kids from society, who were eager to give it a try, immediately rushed towards Shen Qiu.

However, at this time, Wushuang was standing in front of Shen Qiu.

If he wanted to move the dragon soul, he would have to step over her corpse first!

When he saw Wushuang's cold yet beautiful face, the yellow-hair's eyes immediately lit up. He almost drooled as he said: "All of you better be more careful, don't hurt this beauty anymore."

The yellow-hair reached out his hand in a friendly manner with a wretched look in his eyes. "Sister, can you get to know me?" This time, I'm doing pretty well. Follow me and you'll eat and drink to your heart's content. Hehe, especially since I have such great work to do, I'll definitely let you indulge in my embrace every night! "How about it?"

With a cold smile, Wushuang took out a dagger from her waist and stabbed at the yellow-hair's outstretched hand!

The yellow-hair, who was caught off guard, did not expect Wushuang to be so ruthless. He was immediately surprised.

He wanted to dodge, but Wushuang's speed was just too fast. In a split-second, his five fingers fell to the ground one by one.

"Ah!

The yellow-hair let out a heart-wrenching scream, resounding through the entire mausoleum garden.

When the lackeys saw their boss being bullied, they immediately charged at Wushuang with red eyes and bared their fangs.

However, these people, were even less than the people from last night's Huo family. In a mere half a minute, all of them fell onto the ground.

Looking at the people on the ground, Shen Qiu's eyes were calm: "How much does this old man's son owe you?"

The few of them fell to the ground, their bodies trembling in fear. There was even the smell of urine.

"Answer me!" Shen Qiu's tone was cold.

In the end, a person couldn't withstand Shen Qiu's aura and tremblingly said, "One hundred thousand."

Shen Qiu frowned, "One hundred thousand, and it rose to five hundred thousand in two months?"

It seemed that the interest was quite high.

Shen Qiu said lightly: "Wushuang, at a normal rate, return the money you should give them."

Wushuang looked at the bloody yellow-hair on his five fingers, and said in a low voice: "Give me your bank card number."

Why would yellow-hair care so much right now? His face was pale as he said, "No need, I was wrong. Let me go, hero!" "It is my dog eyes that does not recognize Mt. Tai."

Wushuang coldly shouted: "Don't talk so much nonsense, card number!"

Upon seeing this, the yellow-hair was so frightened that his body trembled. He hurriedly gave his card number to Wushuang.

When Wushuang heard this, he said indifferently: "Scram!"

The group of people immediately ran away as if they had been pardoned.

As the old man saw this, he expressed his gratitude towards Shen Qiu, "Thank you, thank you so much."

Shen Qiu chuckled. "It's nothing to worry about."

Looking at the medal on the ground that was already worn out by the yellow-hair's stomp, Shen Qiu said coldly: "We can give the money to him, but he should pay the price!"

The moment he stepped on the medal, yellow-hair had already decided that he would be imprisoned for the rest of his life.

The old man sighed. "The loss of this medal is worse than taking my life!"

Shen Qiu smiled indifferently. He took out a medal that was glowing with a faint golden light from his pocket. There was only a lifelike dragon engraved on it. Other than that, there was nothing else.

This was the Dragon Soul Medallion. It was the highest level medallion and also the highest glory!

Back then, Number One had personally given it to Shen Qiu.

Shen Qiu handed the Dragon Soul Medallion to the old man and said with a smile: "If senior doesn't mind, I will give this medal to you."

The old man was stunned as he looked at the medal Shen Qiu handed to him.

From Wushuang's martial arts point of view, this woman was no small matter. From the beginning to the end, Shen Qiu was as calm as ever.

These two were definitely not simple!

Yesterday, the old man had also heard what the officials and nobles guarding the gate were discussing about, for the Northern General Warlord to return to Dongyang City, could it be?!

The old man's pupils suddenly shrank. His heart was shocked as he said, "You …" "You are …"

Without waiting for the old man to speak, Shen Qiu placed the medal on the table and said: "Senior, don't think too much about it. Without waiting for the old man to speak, Shen Qiu placed the medal on the table:" Senior, don't think too much about it.

Looking at Shen Qiu

When the car had completely disappeared, the old man plopped down on the ground. He looked at the medal and laughed out loud. In the end, his eyes filled with tears.

On the carriage, Wushuang said with some regret: "Dragon Soul, Number One gave that to you …"

Shen Qiu chuckled and said, "He is a senior worthy of our respect, and has rendered many meritorious deeds for the construction of China. As a fellow soldier, he has not changed his mind even in his old age, and now he has bestowed this supreme glory to him."

Wushuang was deep in thought. She couldn't help but admire Shen Qiu's cultivation level.

On the way to Dongyang City, Wushuang received a phone call. However, she said a few quick sentences and sped up, saying with a serious expression: "Not good, Dragon Soul, the people from Huo family are coming to take revenge. Sister-in-law is in danger!"

Shen Qiu's gaze turned ice-cold in an instant …