He was not too scared. Since he was able to enter Master Lian's house and stay for dinner, he must be a close friend or relative.

He knows what's going on and must be a trustworthy person.

Lian Xiaomin also thinks so. Doubao is the most reliable friend who can go through thick and thin with him.

She just happened to have something she wanted to discuss with him, so even if he didn't come today, she would go to see him tomorrow.

While waiting for the steamed rice, Lian Xiaomin sat down and chatted.

"Xiaomin, what's going on? I heard that three educated youths from Sandaogou killed the son of the captain of Xinfeng Village? Three dead and two injured, and the murderer ran away and hasn't been caught yet?"

"Yes, that's what happened. Brother Da Rui told you about it, right?"

Zhang Wenrui is also from the transport team. As the captain's son, he is the one who has first-hand information.

"Yeah, I know that Li Yuanchao and Zhong Min have been learning martial arts from you for more than a year. You haven't been implicated, right?"

Lian Xiaomin shook her head: "I did! What does it have to do with me? I did not. I went hunting in the mountains that day. Otherwise, where would I get the wild boar meat?"

"...I mean, you're not hiding anything?" Doubao came closer and asked in a low voice, squinting his eyes and raising his eyebrows.

Lian Xiaomin was amused by his mysterious look and gave him two oranges to eat.

I thought to myself, my brother, you finally got the point.

The members of the Five Tigers Squad are so in sync with each other, they know each other very well, hehe.

The only ones who can feel Lian Xiaomin's pulse are these four good brothers.

It’s a pity that Brother Sanyong and Huzi are no longer here.