Martial Myth System

"Money is not a problem."

Han Feng said that he took out a few silver bills with gold rims from his arms, and attached Inner Strength to fly into the mist. middle.

Not to mention that as the head of an unknown evil Instructor, even as the famous best-selling author Han Feng, he has never been financially constrained.

The voice in the fog seems to have been moved by Han Feng's magnanimity, and his voice has become much more enthusiastic:

"In this case, let's talk about it in detail."

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With the sound, the mist dispersed in front of him, and several rows of staggered houses appeared in front of Han Feng. A white haired old man wearing a black right eye mask was sitting up ahead of Ma Zha at the door of the open black brick house. Grab a smoking gun in hand to swallow clouds and fog.

Han Feng fixed his gaze on the smoking gun in the hands of the old man, and carefully observed that the material and size of the cigarette gun in the hands of Old Miaozhu in the Chenghuang Temple outside the back street were exactly the same.

"I thought that places like yours who bought and sold information would make it eerie and weird. I didn't expect this kind of warm market after the fog, which surprised me."

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Han Feng smiled and walked towards the white haired old man.

"Hey, if you can live frankly and frankly, who wants to live like a gutter rat? Old fogey has to work here at his age. Isn't it also to earn a pension? ~"

The old man stood up and put away Mazar, and led Han Feng into the black brick room behind him.

This room doesn’t look big from the outside, but there is no winter inside. It’s hollowed out on three sides and installed on the wall of drawers like medicine-grabbing in a Chinese pharmacy. There is a long table and a table in the middle. There is an azure rope that goes straight to the roof.

The old man entered the house and sat behind the long table, motioned Han Feng to sit in front of the chair, and then took out a golden abacus crackle from under the table, punched it and handed it to Han Feng, revealing a profiteer A unique smile

: "Xiao Family is a century-old Aristocratic Family. Feng Family has been one of the hand shrouding the heavens in Yunchen City in recent years, and Man Tianxia is one of the very best in Fuyuan Green Forest League. In recent years, they have developed quite well, including the risk costs that their future development will bring to us, plus labor costs, lost work costs, confidentiality costs, and information channel depreciation costs... the total is this number~"

The old man pushed the abacus in front of Han Feng.

Han Feng didn't bargain, he took out a stack of silver bills from his arms and pushed them over.

"I will call you friends for the extra."

"Old Han has a great atmosphere!"

The old man took the stack of cash tickets and scanned After a glance, he tucked it under the table, extend the hand pulled the azure rope above the table, and three scrolls slid down the rope and landed on the table.

The old man put the scrolls together and handed it over:

"Han Zhijian, here is all the information about Xiao Family, Feng Family and Man Tianxia. Let's have money and goods, you You can check it carefully."

Han Feng reached out and took the three scrolls, picked up the information about Xiao Family and flipped through it at will, and found that it was so detailed that even a certain servant of Xiao Family said in a certain year and a certain month After a certain sentence has been recorded, he has a real understanding of the intelligence ability of Snake Dao.

Stand up, greet the white haired old man nodded, and turn away:

"Very well, I am very satisfied with Snake Dao’s intelligence capabilities. I look forward to our next time There are opportunities for cooperation~"

"We also have to ask Han Zhijian to take care of the business, not only from the Aristocratic Family, the martial arts Sect, but also from the young girls, the traffickers and pawns, we have a reserve, even what we don’t have. As long as Han Zhijian wants something and can afford it, we can get it for you~"

Han Feng heard from behind and looked at the extra emphasis on the four words "young girl", and he couldn't help but feel the rigor of this organization. There is a certain degree of suspicion... Or does this old gentleman have any misunderstandings about me, Han Zhijian?

Leaving the Snake Road, walking out of the backstreet of the Chenghuang Temple, Han Feng prepared to walk directly out of Yundi Alley after greeting nodded to the old temple, but was blocked on the road by a dozen gangsters.

The broken-jacketed man who wanted to steal but was taught by Han Feng was on the list, pointing at Han Feng and yelling: "several brothers, this kid just hit me!"

hearing this, more than a dozen people foul-mouthed came up.

Han Feng can't help but feel a little amused looking at the moth scum under the bustling shadow.

"It seems that I was a little bit lighter just now..."

Mingyu True Qi surging out, domineering and inner strength enveloped a dozen brawny men in front of them, these mixed traces Where did the gangsters in the market bear this kind of Martial Dao True Qi, and at the same time they fell to the ground like a piece of paper blown down by the wind, and their limbs and joints were frozen and unable to move.

Han Feng walked slowly. He walked through the streets, walked out of Yundi Lane, and returned to Yunchendudong.

Walking out of Yundi Lane, the nearby light suddenly turned brighter. Although it was still a bit dim due to the heavy fog in the sky, at least everything was clear.

Looking up, the Old Brother who sold candied fruit stick before is still selling it on the street.

Han Feng smiled and walked over, took two candied fruit sticks from the grass stand, and stuffed him with a piece of broken silver before the round-faced Old Brother realized it, and then hurriedly toward the Sword Suspension Department go back.

Han Feng is walking on the road with a bunch of candied fruit stick in his mouth and a bunch in his hand.

After a glance, I found that a six or seven-year-old girl in a small flower apron was staring at the candied fruit stick in her hand.

Next to this child, a middle-aged woman with a scarf on her head is squatting in front of a wooden barrel to wash her clothes, and behind her is a small steamed bun shop with a middle-aged man working hard. Transport the steamer.

Han Feng walked over and passed the candied fruit stick in his hand to the girl, and smiled gently at her:

"Now, give it to you."

Little girl swallowed saliva and said, her eyes flickered slightly, and she seemed a little worried, but the temptation of food still prompted her to take over Han Feng's candied fruit stick, and bite one as she was afraid of Han Feng's repentance.

"Thank you~"

The voice of the little girl is soft and waxy, which makes people feel beautiful.

Han Feng touched her head and turned away quickly to avoid being treated as a trafficker.

This world is very beautiful, it is not the same as it is destroyed.

Although... I am not necessarily beautiful.

Stride all the way back to the Sword Suspension Department.

Liu Minghua is waiting at the gate of the Sword Suspension Department.

"The principal is back? What information did you buy back?"

Han Feng didn't expect Liu Zhijian actually waited here, taking out three scrolls from his sleeves , With a light wave, said:

"It's nothing, just the information of Xiao Family and Feng Family."

"So expensive, can you afford it?"

Liu Minghua's voice was full of shock.

"Huh? Liu Zhijian knows something about Snake Dao's quotation?"

"Uh...I tried to buy it, but the Sword Suspension Department of Yunchen really got it. I didn’t pay for it, so I gave up..."

Han Feng didn't expect Liu Minghua’s reason would be so real, and it was a bit confusing for a while...

Liu Minghua continued to ask. Said:

"Then what did Han Zhijian see from it?"

Han Feng soon passed the information in his hand, and the three scrolls were densely packed with words.

"Let’s see for yourself, the so-called Aristocratic Family, but the scumbag, for this kind of scum in the world, I really can’t wait to cut it with my sword."

Liu Minghua took the scroll. , Eyes staying on it.

Soon, his face was full of anger.

"These scumbags...how dare they!?"