"So, the Decepticon Gang must have it, the Hu Family Village must have it, and the Tiger Demon Army must have it... Once they have it, they will be killed by us on the spot."

"Grey Snake" finalized the rules of conduct, allowing Fat Tiger to die in peace.

——If you suffer a little more, Fat Tiger, I will bear the reputation!

"Besides, it's almost time for the annual audit..."

"Grey Snake" said with an erratic tone, "How can I ask for money from people above me if I don't have any outstanding achievements? How can I ask for money in the name of subsidizing casualties? How can I ask for money in the name of weapons being used up and need to be purchased?

money?"

There was unusual information in the faint tone.

The spies and confidants were silent. They did not dare to speak and retreated silently, leaving space for the Gray Snake Commander.

These days, fighting and killing are just for business.

"Grey Snake" is a social person.

…

After walking through more than a dozen shops, the golden cicada escaped from its shell and changed its appearance again and again, and Ren Qiong finally stopped in a remote corner.

"Get rid of it?"

He whispered, and suddenly he kept his mind inward, borrowing the Hetu and Luoshu to gain insight into various possible futures.

After a long time, when his mind was exhausted, he took a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Really got rid of it!"

The young man was delighted and carefully took out the biggest gain from this adventure.

This is a very ancient talisman book. According to Ren Qiong's judgment, it has a history of at least five hundred years.

The corners and spine of the book have been worn in many places, bearing the vicissitudes of time.

""Jihuang Zhenren Talisman"...what a strange name."

Ren Qiong touched the title page, scratched his head, opened the talisman book, and read it hastily.

For a long time, he looked happy.

"No loss, no loss, this business is no loss!"

"There are actually records of the second type of thunder and fire, mixed with some of the secrets of the blood path. It is not a true biography, but it is also half-covered!"

"Looking back, I will deduce it carefully and I will always gain something!"

He was very motivated, "When I ship the goods, I can sell them here... the black market! This is a good trading place!"

Ren Qiong felt that this trip was worth it.

Not only did he have a "gun", he also mastered the technology of making "guns"... and with his talent, he would soon be able to achieve extremely high attainments in this and then sell "guns"!

“It’s the right thing to take a risk!”

Ren Qiong carefully closed the talisman book and put it back into the treasure bag.

After thinking about it, he set a heavy password on the treasure bag to block it.

This is something he bought with most of his net worth, and he cannot value it too much.

From now on, I will be able to settle down and live a good life, even enjoy a good life, and quickly accumulate primitive accumulation, all depend on this treasure!

"pity."

Ren Qiong touched his pocket and found only the last few small bills left, which were enough to buy the little devils when he went back. He felt a little sad and speechless, "How many days of harvesting wool were made for the Taoist gambling."

Contribution', I will spend all my money today."

"Becoming poor again..."

He muttered, lamenting that the money was wasted.

It vaguely seemed to echo his own name... Ren Qiong was poor.

However, others are poor and ambitious.

The world is uncertain, you and I are both dark horses!

"time to go."

Ren Qiong looked at the black market with some reluctance, shook his head, wiped away the distracting thoughts in his heart, took big steps, held his head high, and headed in the direction of departure.

Before leaving, he also passed by the place where "Fat Tiger", his "good brother", set up a stall, making a somewhat detour.

Just like some murderers, they often like to return to the scene of the murder and become a crowd of onlookers.

Ren Qiong had this problem at this moment and wanted to see with his own eyes how his good brother was doing.

Unfortunately, when I went back to look again, the building was already empty, and Brother "Fat Tiger" was no longer there.

"Huh? Where are the people?"

Ren Qiong talked to passers-by and started telling lies, "I heard that there are demon hearts for sale on the black market, so I immediately went back to collect money. I just came back...why is there no one here?"

"Hi!" The passerby patted his thigh, "What did you say about this?!"

"I'm telling you, you don't know what happened just now, it's really hilarious!"

The passerby brothers helped Ren Qiong clear up his doubts and vividly described the scene at that time.

His narration was so lifelike that it felt like he was actually there, and every person's appearance was detailed and clear.

When he was excited, he put away the folding fan in his hand and made a loud and clear "pop" sound.

"This is a very interesting thing. It's a pity that you missed it!"

Finally, passers-by sighed with unfulfilled feelings.

"Ah!" Ren Qiong was dumbfounded under the mask - who would have thought that things would develop so bizarrely after he left?

He originally thought that his operation was already sexy enough.

However, late comers can actually be even more saucy!

As the mastermind of the "Decepticon Gang", who else knows better than him that this is completely fabricated?

But it is a completely empty shell, and it can be filled completely completely by the people who come later!

This is simply...simply...

It’s simply a trap for “Fat Tiger Brother” to die!

"This... is such a pity!"

Ren Qiong had a strange look on his face and managed to keep his expression tight, otherwise he was afraid that he would burst out laughing on the spot.

"I'm just telling you!" said the passerby, "You came late and didn't see the show. It's a pity."

He was very familiar and put a hand on Ren Qiong's shoulder.

Ren Qiong didn't care at first, shaking his shoulders and trying to avoid it.

But soon, his expression changed.

——Didn’t avoid it!

The big passerby put a hand on his shoulder, like a dragnet entangled in him, with nowhere to escape.

Ren Qiong's eyebrows suddenly sank. He looked calm on the outside, but his nerves were tensed on the inside. His true energy was surging and he was ready to go.

The dust in all directions and the force of the wind are all controlled by a "hand" that quietly stretches out at this moment, faintly drawing a talisman.

"Little brother, as soon as I saw you, I felt that we were very destined!" The passerby brother said with a smile, "We are all from the same place!"

"Brother, it's funny!" Ren Qiong felt numb and smiled, "Brother, you are so mighty, impressive, and powerful. How can you be the same as me? Am I worthy?"

"Hey! It's boring to say that!" The so-called passerby smiled, "You dare to turn around after doing bad things. I have to praise you for your courage!"

"Hehe! That's not as good as you, the passerby!" Ren Qiong twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a subtle tone, "It's not easy for a passerby to understand the situation so well!"

"That's why I said, we are of the same mind!"

The passerby laughed and said, "For people like us, it's never too big of a deal to watch the excitement. We just add fuel to the fire just for fun!"

"I'm sorry for Brother Fat Tiger... How much courage does he have to carry?" Ren Qiong sighed quietly.
Chapter completed!