"Did you always work as a bodyguard? Now the price of bodyguards in China is very low?"

Zhao Fan hesitated for a moment, tilted his head and swept his clothes, and asked.

"We have never been a bodyguard. The master arranged several training tasks for us and helped us take on many mercenary tasks in Eastern Europe. Most of the opponents are closely protected important tasks, so I know more about these things."

The man who spoke was a little thinner among the two people, with obvious head-up patterns on his forehead, and he looked a little mature. Zhao Fan had asked just now, and his name was Du Lingquan.

Both of them have dark skin, short hair, and the other young man named Du Lingfeng looks stronger. This man is relatively muscular, usually Du Lingquan is talking, and he just smiles and answers occasionally.

"I thought you were always in the mountains and never came out. Your master still knows how to keep pace with the times. There is still a way to use this method to train you. I heard that mercenaries in Eastern Europe are very profitable. You two dress like this, are you going to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?"

Zhao Fan's heart moved slightly, and his tone was a bit tempted.

He found that until now, he had not understood Yusong.

When in the forest park, facing the danger of being killed by Zhao Fan at any time, this old Taoist's bones didn't know how hard it was, and it seemed that he was not afraid of death at all. In order to the death of the Fu family's father and son, he found a first-class country all the way and wanted to find the old man to ask for an explanation.

But after the old man came forward, although he seemed to be very powerful, he did not have any serious injuries. At most, it was just a bit ugly, but this guy simply admitted his conscience.

The old man was kind and forced Yu Song to send two apprentices to protect Zhao Fan's family. Zhao Fan originally thought that these two people were just disciples of a Taoist priest. Although their kung fu would not be too bad, he had to be a good bodyguard and probably he would have to train and teach them some things.

But in just a few words, these two people revealed so much news. This old Taoist Yu Song was not a Taoist priest who turned a blind eye to the outside world as Zhao Fan imagined. His world is much broader than most ordinary people.

"The clothes are a little old, but they are not torn, so we will just wear them. If you are not satisfied, we will go to the night market stall to buy some new clothes after you settle down."

The two of them looked down at their clothes, smiled shyly, and quickly explained.

"Go to the night market stall to buy clothes?"

Zhao Fan was increasingly confused. He gave two million. Not to mention how much money the two brothers had earned before, but only the two million were in their hands. It wouldn’t be enough to wait until the night market stall to buy two pieces of clothes?

"We accept tasks of punishing evil and promoting good. The money of those bad people is unclear. Master said that we can't take it. Every task is paid to us by Master. This time, the task of protecting your family was given 20,000 yuan when we left, but Master said that this task would take one year and we could only save some money."

When Du Lingquan said that when he was 20,000 yuan, his eyes were obviously brighter, as if the 20,000 yuan was already much.

"It's not the same as I guessed, right? If this is true, this old Taoist Yu Song is too immoral."

Zhao Fan frowned slightly, thought to himself, and asked casually: "I don't know what tasks you have done before, so I can know your strength. Of course, if it is inconvenient, forget it."

"That's a lot, and I can't finish it for a while, and it's not a very amazing task. The task I took in April was a bit difficult. The name of that country seemed to be Abaya. There was a man named Tuloev in their country who rebelled and killed many people. The master said that this would hurt the heavens and let my junior brother and I kill that person..."

"Actually, it's not that difficult to kill him. This person is just too cunning. It took me four days to find his place. When I killed this person, the noise was a bit too big. It took me half a month to come back. The master originally agreed to give us five thousand yuan, because we were delayed too long, and many more people died during this period, and in the end we only gave us three thousand yuan."

"Did you kill Tuloev?"

Zhao Fan stepped on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road. He looked at Du Lingquan who was sitting next to him with a look of surprise.

"Yes, this person is not really awesome, they have more people and too many guns."

Du Lingquan was still feeling sad about taking two thousand dollars less. When he heard Zhao Fan ask, he said with some excitement.

"Your master will give you five thousand yuan? Because I have been delayed for a few days and I have given you two thousand less?"

Zhao Fan was speechless. How could he not know about the mission of the mercenary world? Tuloev's anti-government armed forces, with the secret support of Western weapons dealers, made a fuss in Barnia.

Such a small country's armed forces were not strong at all, so they could only turn to the mercenary forces and offered a high price of 10 million US dollars to buy Tuloev's head. Zhao Fan was already tempted at the time and was about to take on this task, but he was taken first.

Unexpectedly, the two young men who looked a little shy in front of me were actually the ones who looked a little shy.

What made him even more angry was that it was clearly a commission of 10 million US dollars, but the two people in front of him completed the task for a lifetime, but in the end they only received 3,000 Chinese coins.

"The conscience is so dark. I have had some respect for you before. I didn't expect that your heart would be so dark. I have trained two apprentices since I was a child, isolated them from the world, and then made money for you. I was simply a beast."

In Zhao Fan's mind, the image of Yu Song's righteousness collapsed in an instant. He had thought that the old man shouldn't beat him at any time. If Yu Song stood in front of him at this time, he would probably beat him even harder than the old man.

"What is the price I offer for this mission? Did your master tell you?"

Zhao Fan gasped for a few breaths and looked at the two of them with some pity and asked.

"I know, Master said, you are a good person, and I gave you two million this time."

Zhao Fan was a little confused again. Did Yu Song find out his conscience? He didn't have the money to misunderstand his disciples this time? He looked up and saw that although Du Lingquan was full of gratitude, he didn't look much excited. His expression was still a little bit Mo Luo, and he became more and more confused.

"But we can't take this money, Master said, because of our mistake last time, too many people died, and they were so pitiful. He could only give us 20,000 yuan in the money you gave this time, and all the rest would be donated to them to rebuild their homes."

Du Lingquan smiled at Zhao Fan with self-blame on his face and continued.

Well……

Zhao Fan admired Yu Song a little. These two silly children were really brainwashed.

More than one million to rebuild the homes of a refugee from a small country that is completely unmatched? Yu Song really thought about it. Not to mention that Zhao Fan doesn't believe that Master Yu Song has such boundless love. Even if it is true, Zhao Fan can only say that this person is sick.

How many houses can be built for more than two million yuan? How many homes can be rebuilt? Even if you buy rice, you won’t be able to support those people for a few months!

In China, eating Chinese food, but worrying about the small Eastern European countries that have nothing to do with it, what is it that they are sick? How many people in China can’t even have a full meal now, and how many children have to cross mountains and rivers to go to school, he doesn’t believe Yusong doesn’t know.

No matter what is in front of him, it is so far away? He doesn't believe it if he beats him to death.

"Do you know that the commission for Tuloev's mission is 10 million US dollars? If converted, it is equivalent to more than 60 million Chinese coins."

Zhao Fan hesitated for a moment, looked at Du Lingquan and asked softly.

"Six, more than 60 million? Why are there so many? Don't talk nonsense, where did you want so much money to kill someone?"

The two brothers were almost able to stuff an egg in their mouths, and they shouted in disbelief.

"Is it meaningful to lie to you? Apart from you two fools, the situation of this task is not unavailable."

Zhao Fan took out his cell phone, flipped his fingers quickly, and quickly entered an account number and entered a mysterious website. He was determined to follow this task at that time, and he quickly turned it out.

Du Lingquan and Du Lingfeng could not understand the full foreign languages, but although Tuloev's photos were blurry, they could recognize them, and they also knew the long list of Arabic numerals in the full foreign languages.

Zhao Fan thoughtfully used a translation software to translate some things into Chinese. The two young men only took a moment of a look and then began to breathe heavily.

"Please help me check what the commission is for the task of the Western drug lord Ferrero."

The two looked at each other and said in a hurry tone.

"Hold on."

Zhao Fan's expression moved slightly and began to search quickly on his phone.

"I picked up the treasure, but I really found it."

Looking at the excited expressions of the two children, Zhao Fan felt so happy.

How could he not know about the Vinician drug lord Ferrero?

At that time, the police in Viagra spent a lot of effort and finally arrested several drug traffickers, who were Ferrero's subordinates. This man actually arranged for people to go in and kill the person when the police held a commendation meeting.

The most overwhelming thing was that later the funeral was held for these policemen, and the man arranged for someone to kill all the people attending the funeral.

All the police in the whole country were timid, and no one dared to take over this task again.

But if such a big thing happens, the Western Government has to be somewhat shameless. In the absence of any help, it can only seek help from the international mercenaries and offer a high price to kill Ferrero.

Several mercenary forces took action, but in the end they did not kill him, they were wiped out. Under the crazy revenge of this man, even the old nest was brought to his hands.

When this mission was released, Zhao Fan had a guard mission on hand. When he finished his mission and wanted to take it, a major earthquake occurred in the entire Western drug market because Ferrero was killed.

"It's also $10 million, and the website shows that the payment was successful a year ago."

Zhao Fan quickly found the task information and whispered softly at the two young men with pity.

"Check out Prince Polua's mission."

“Six million dollars.”

"Check the Karloff mission."

"Eight million dollars."

...

"Master, are you lying to us like this? The money we have earned for you over the years has been at least several hundred million. The day before yesterday I said I went down the mountain to buy some meat, and you even told me that you have no money. You are so cruel!"

"Yu Song, although you raised us, we have earned so much money for you, and we have returned everything we should give you. From now on, we have both kindness and kindness!"

The commissions for each task were found by Zhao Fan. The two young men, Du Lingquan and Du Lingfeng, were so angry that they trembled all over. Tears kept falling down their cheeks, and they roared with gritting teeth.

"What do you mean is that Master Yusong has never told you how much money these tasks are charged?"

Zhao Fan suppressed his smile, pretended to be inexplicable, and continued to finish the fight.
Chapter completed!