On the ground floor of the villa, Xin Xiaoyue has just left.

Zhang Ci put away his smiling face, looked at the man, and asked in a low voice: "Where are you from?"

The man raised his swollen face and replied: "Don't you know?"

"You know what I'm asking is not Shanghai, the Xu family, or Mr. Xu." Zhang Ci's face darkened, "I'm asking about the true origins of your fake Mr. Xu."

Zhang Ci spoke slowly, but his tone and expression were as calm as if he said "Today is a sunny day."

Fatty Huang on the side actually shuddered. As a doctor, he inexplicably sensed a strong murderous intention. He couldn't help but look at Zhang Ci, but there was nothing else except his calm face.

The thief who was still rampant even though he was treated cruelly by Xin Xiaoyue couldn't help but be startled after hearing Zhang Ci's words.

However, this confusion was only for a moment.

Almost as soon as Fatty Huang turned to look at Zhang Ci, the abominable thief smiled again, returning to his usual rampant and vicious appearance.

"The Xu family in Shanghai, counting up, is also a wealthy family. I am the third master of the Xu family. Since you know my identity, you also know my relationship with the Jiang family. What else do you ask?"

This man's face was swollen to his face, but he still smiled incomparably.

Zhang Ci played with a cigarette but did not light it. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the man with a half-smile. He still said in a calm tone, as if he was telling a story: "In the past, I usually didn't

Ask a second time. Usually, when there is no answer to a question the first time..."

Zhang Ci did not continue, but the man asked: "What if I don't have an answer?"

"Like this!" Zhang Ci said, and with a flick of his fingers, the cigarette he was playing with disappeared into the right armrest of the mahogany chair opposite.

Fatty Huang's expression suddenly changed, and the thief was stunned again.

"It's just that this time, that time, and now, I am opening a restaurant in this peaceful and prosperous age. I have a good income and a happy life. I am very satisfied with this kind of life." Zhang Ci continued, his tone as calm as ever.

The thief still said nothing and only looked at Zhang Ci.

Zhang Ci glanced at him, took out another cigarette and played with it.

For a moment, no one spoke in the room. Only the waves of forest waves brought by the mountain wind outside could be heard, with occasional faint human voices interspersed.

Zhang Ci still played with the cigarette for a while, and just like before, he flicked out the cigarette and buried it into the left armrest of the mahogany chair.

Fatty Huang couldn't help but shudder. He felt that the sunlight leaking in through the gaps in the curtains was like a cold knife, making him feel chilly.

"Flick, snap your fingers!!!!" Fatty Huang's slow brain finally came to his senses and felt that Zhang Ci's move was very much like the bragging about the magic power of snapping his fingers in martial arts.

"It's just a little trick." Zhang Ci replied lazily.

Later, he still said calmly: "I am very satisfied with my current life. I like this era and this country."

"You sound like you are not from this era." Fatty Huang muttered in a low voice, but his heart was very panicked. After all, the feeling Zhang Ci gave him was too depressing, as if he wanted to kneel down to him and say

It's like a hundred words of "admire, admire".

Zhang Ci simply ignored Fatty Huang, but his calm face suddenly became filled with murderous intent, and his tone became stern: "If anyone doesn't let me open a restaurant properly and hinders me from living a good life, I don't mind regaining my past."

"Are you threatening me?" The thief finally recovered from a moment of stunned silence.

"Only the weak would threaten. I'm just telling you the possible consequences." Zhang Ci stood up gently and looked down at the man, his dark eyes as cold as a cold pool.

The man raised his head and looked at Zhang Ci.

Zhang Ci didn't bother to look at the man, and glanced at him briefly, then opened the backpack he carried with him, took out several exquisite small white porcelain jade bottles, and placed them one by one on the table.

Set it up.

The thief couldn't bear it any longer, so he tried his best to sit upright and asked, "If you want to take something, you must give it to me first. So, where are you from?"

Zhang Ci did not answer, but said to Fatty Huang: "These bottles and jars have been around for more than a thousand years."

Fatty Huang knelt down and took a closer look: "Song porcelain. I just can't see any kiln."

"You can't see the kiln that you don't know about." Zhang Ci continued to drag out a box decorated with gold and silver threads from his backpack.

"I, I still have a little bit of research on antiques." Fatty Huang said with some reluctance.

Both his parents like to study antiques, especially porcelain. He has been exposed to it since he was a child, not to mention that he later started an antique business.

Zhang Cizhan smiled lightly: "Not everything that exists will be known and spread."

"So, what is this?" Fatty Huang couldn't help but want to reach out and touch one of the bottles with a faint line of peony flowers.

Zhang Ci raised his hand to stop him: "Don't touch it."

Fatty Huang was a little embarrassed: "This looks very delicate, as transparent as jade under this kind of light. I can't help it!"

"These have not been seen for thousands of years. This time, in order to protect this paradise where my wife and I live, I went to take them out a few days ago." Zhang Cizhong opened the wooden box and found a light white jade handle inside.

dagger.

The jade dagger was polished to be extremely thin, almost transparent, and the blade was sharp and shone with a cold light.

"This is a sharp blade." The thief was the first to be surprised, "What kind of craftsmanship is this?"

"It's my Zhang's craftsmanship." Zhang Ci carefully picked up the dagger.

"Zhang family? Which Zhang family are you?" The thief was now more surprised than before.

Zhang Ci glanced at him and only said to Fatty Huang: "After these matters are dealt with, I will meet with you to see your father. He was also one of the key people who treated my wife before, and he is a great Chinese doctor. I am here

There happen to be some gadgets that have never been handed down to the public. I hope it can be of some help to his research."

Fatty Huang was stunned. He couldn't imagine that his father had treated the wife of a man named Zhang Ci a few years ago. If he had treated her, he couldn't have known about Zhang Ci's aura.

Zhang Ci shook the dagger and said, "You don't know. A few years ago, in the capital, Dai Yuanqing and Chen Zhaohua hired a medical team."

"Oh, I, I understand." Fatty Huang finally remembered the gourmet who fainted in the wine cellar. His physical characteristics were fine. He had been in a coma for five years and suddenly woke up, but nothing happened.

Zhang Ci smiled and nodded, and shined the dagger against the sunlight by the window. The sunlight passed through the dagger and suddenly revealed a dazzling light.

"What are you doing?" the thief suddenly shouted, his tone a little frightened.

Zhang Ci took off the dagger and looked at the man with a sarcastic smile.

But at that moment, Fatty Huang saw a faint trace of blood on the dagger.
Chapter completed!