The envelope is completely black, with dark golden lines on the edges and a patch of maroon paint in the middle.
After Wang Jun took it, he looked at it carefully and said, "Zhao Changqing is an extraordinary person, and he still has the pain of evolution?"
"Maybe in your eyes, my brother is weak, but..."
Zhao Zhixuan hesitated to speak, his handsome face wrinkled, as if he had been constipated for ten days.
Half a second later, he glanced down at the envelope and said, "Just open it and read it."
Wang Jun said: "Let me tell you first, just because I read the contents in the envelope, it doesn't mean I have to get involved."
"As long as you promise not to disclose the contents of the envelope to others, it doesn't matter even if you refuse." Zhao Zhixuan shook his head.
Wang Jun nodded, opened the envelope, and read line by line.
The letter stated that Zhao Changqing's evolutionary pain was hidden deep in his heart, which led to his tendency to be masochistic.
Being beaten or scolded by others will make him feel good and happy, and it can also accumulate extraordinary strength for him.
At first, he resisted it, but as time went by, over the years, he seemed to have developed a strange habit.
Ordinary harm is meaningless to him and must be insulting.
For example, greet him with various kind and harmonious words, or step on his face with the soles of your feet and rub it crazily...
Wang Jun:o(o?`з?′o)?!!!
Isn't this just a joke? Can the evolutionary tragedy of the extraordinary be related to this thing?
Zhao Zhixuan's eyes were sharp and he noticed Wang Jun's micro-expression and immediately explained:
"My brother is not that kind of person. The sorrow of evolution has definitely distorted his mind."
"Whether it is yes or no, it doesn't matter what you say, nor does it matter what I say. I can only know the answer after I check it."
"Ah?! I have to bring my eldest brother here?"
"Isn't this nonsense? It's like seeing a doctor. No patient will show up in front of the doctor."
"But, but..."
"There's nothing special about it. There's nothing special about what's in the envelope, and his habit isn't uncommon. You go back today and bring him here tomorrow. I'll have to take a look at it before I can determine whether he is an evolutionary disaster."
The left corner of Zhao Zhixuan's mouth tilted upward, and his face wrinkled a centimeter laterally, twitching and beating non-stop, "You still don't believe it?"
"Science requires rigor and demonstration. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you avoid confusion." Wang Jun said calmly.
Zhao Zhixuan kicked hard, and the soles of his feet scraped against the ground, making a slight friction sound.
"My brother is very normal. He didn't have this habit until he was a teenager. He didn't have this habit until he woke up. Doesn't this explain the problem?"
Who knows what kind of awakening it is... Wang Jun waved his hand and nodded, saying perfunctorily: "Bring him here, I will understand everything after seeing him."
He still doesn't believe it... The corners of Zhao Zhixuan's mouth twitched to a greater extent and faster.
After a long while, he said quietly: "You met my brother that night. Do you think he is that kind of person?"
"Knowing people but not their hearts," Wang Jun said without any expression on his face, "You don't need to explain too much, just bring him here."
Zhao Zhixuan rubbed his brows and said: "But I came here this time without telling my brother. I just want you to go and have a look before he comes into contact with those guys."
"You should understand my current situation. Leaving Black Front Alley means death." A hint of coldness flashed in Wang Jun's eyes.
Zhao Zhixuan rubbed his nails and said casually:
"You have cured Lin Youwei. The Lin family will not continue to embarrass you, and may even have a favorable impression of you. In addition, our Zhao family will be your backing and guarantee for you. You are half a person from Black Front Alley, so big
In City No. 36, few people are safer than you."
After pondering for two seconds, Wang Jun refused: "No, I don't have the habit of leaving my destiny in the hands of others."
"Don't refuse in a hurry," Zhao Zhixuan saw that Wang Jun was not willing. He raised three fingers and said in a more serious tone: "When the matter is done, there will be a big thank you, which will be at least three times the treatment fee given by Lin Youwei."
"I can still tell clearly which is more important, money or life."
Wang Jun shook his head and pointed to the door.
"Please, no delivery."
Zhao Zhixuan's eyebrows were raised horizontally, and his thumbs were gently rubbing the nail clippers.
A blade of about three centimeters was revealed from the nail clipper. The blade was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the determination in his eyes.
You have to go even if you want to go, you have to go even if you don't want to go... Zhao Zhixuan held his words in his throat, half-crouched with his legs, and gathered strength for half a second.
"I advise you not to act rashly." A third voice suddenly came from the yard.
Houses, walls, pergolas... the shadows in multiple areas grow at the same time, just like small saplings being magically transformed into majestic World Trees at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Silently, shadows surrounded Zhao Zhixuan, sealing every gap around him.
Zhao Zhixuan's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously took half a step back, raising and lowering his arms in front of his chest in a cross shape.
Behind him, a shadow stood quietly.
Wearing warrior pigtails and a long black trench coat, he gently tapped Zhao Zhixuan's shoulder with his palm.
"Young boy, Black Front Alley is not a place for you to act wild."
Zhao Zhixuan broke out in a cold sweat, but suppressed the unnecessary emotions in his heart within 0.1 seconds. He sank down and dived, turning around suddenly with his front legs as the axis.
brush!!!
The three-centimetre-long blade of the nail clipper drew a silver line in the air.
The line sweeps across the black shadowed neck.
No blood... Zhao Zhixuan frowned and thought, and suddenly felt a cool breeze on the back of his neck.
He subconsciously buried his head and dodged a knife strike.
"Not bad, I can actually avoid it."
Three shadows stood at the same time, vaguely surrounding him, and the face of one of the shadows slowly receded into darkness.
"Li Xuanchen!" Zhao Zhixuan frowned, "That's not right. Don't you have to go and deal with your boss?"
Hearing this, Li Xuanchen's cynical smile suddenly faded, "Sister Leng is right, the mole in Black Front Alley has indeed climbed very high. Even you can know this secret."
Three shadowy figures suddenly erupted with murderous intent, overwhelming the sky and causing shadows to sweep across the small courtyard.
The scorching sun at noon lost its luster, and the sunlight quickly exited the small courtyard, and the space in the courtyard gradually turned into a quiet and deep black.
He had murderous intentions... Zhao Zhixuan was surrounded by a fatal crisis, and his mind was spinning rapidly, looking for the possibility of escape.
Wang Jun stood aside as if nothing had happened, admiring Li Xuanchen's crushing performance on Zhao Zhixuan.
In the next moment, Zhao Zhixuan and Wang Jun looked at each other, and the former believed that the latter was the opportunity to escape.
Wang Jun is the most sought-after talent in Black Front Alley - an evolutionary planner.
If Zhao Zhixuan kidnaps Wang Jun, the probability of Li Xuanchen throwing himself into the trap will increase by at least 10 times.
There was no other choice but to do this...Zhao Zhixuan silently said sorry to Wang Jun in his heart.
His eyes shone with dark green luster, and Zhao Zhixuan suddenly activated his ability.
Blue Light Rakshasa!
Bang~bang~bang~bang~
His muscles and bones were filled with explosive force, the soles of his feet crushed the ground, and spider web-like cracks spread to one meter away.
The broken cracks shot out streaks of cyan light, blocking Li Xuanchen's sight.
Zhao Zhixuan's body speed increased tenfold, and he flew out of the circle of three shadows, reaching half a meter in front of Wang Jun.
At this time, he glanced behind him from the corner of his eye and shouted: "Li Xuanchen, if you don't stop, I will kill your only evolutionary planner."
"Haha, if you have the ability, just do it."
Li Xuanchen laughed loudly, and the shadows in the sky disappeared instantly.
Stand there with your hands folded across your chest, watching the show?
Zhao Zhixuan was shocked and couldn't figure out what Li Xuanchen's intention was.
Click~click~click~
The sound of hard metal objects hitting each other sounded like a deliberate warning.
Zhao Zhixuan had never heard a similar sound, but he recognized the source of the sound - Wang Jun's right hand.
Just as he reacted, a bright sword flashed before his eyes.
As fast as a shooting star, as fast as lightning.
Phew!!!
The blade penetrated three inches into the flesh and pierced Zhao Zhixuan's palm.
Wang Jun stepped forward and closed the distance between them again.
The moment his front foot landed, his right elbow suddenly reached out.
Bang!
Zhao Zhixuan suffered a heavy blow to his sword on his chest, and a mouthful of blood surged into his throat.
Impossible, how could his fighting power be so strong!?
The fear in my heart hadn't dissipated yet, as a big mouth with a backhand covered my entire field of vision.
Pa~~~
Crisp and loud.
There are nerves connected to the chin and ears on the side of the face, so receiving an ordinary punch would be uncomfortable enough.
However, the method used by Wang Jun was different from ordinary people. It used loose elastic force in close combat.
To put it simply, it is a very particular point in both boxing and traditional martial arts.
The muscles change from relaxed to tense, and this instantaneous acceleration will cause a secondary acceleration when the attack lands on the human body.
Well-known physical formula: force = weight x acceleration squared.
The changes brought about by secondary acceleration may seem inconspicuous, but in fact they are the last straw that breaks through the human body's defense line.
Pa~~~~~~~~~
The same sound of slaps reached Zhao Zhixuan's ears, like thunder from the sky, with lingering power.
"What a dog..."
There were stars in his eyes, he couldn't close his jaw, and the blood foam from his mouth splashed to the side, but not a drop fell on Wang Jun.
Not far away, Li Xuanchen whistled, "Great job."
Zhao Zhixuan's consciousness was in a dazed state, but after all, he was an extraordinary person with an unusual physique.
The cyan light in his eyes was extremely blazing. He endured the severe pain from three injuries and waved his left fist.
There was no emotion or anger on Wang Jun's face, and his eyes were full of calmness.
Easily shrink down and dodge the forceless fist.
At the same time, his defense is his offense.
The left leg took another step forward and got stuck in the gap where Zhao Zhixuan's legs were standing.
The hard thigh muscles seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the vital parts.
Then, he aimed a heavy punch at Zhao Zhixuan's abdomen.
Bang~~~~~~
The pain in my balls was sour and the abdominal cramps were overwhelming.
Two new injuries, plus three old injuries from less than three seconds ago.
Zhao Zhixuan instantly lost his fighting ability and the whites of his eyes rolled up.
"Wow! Ah Jun, your skills are so nimble." Li Xuanchen couldn't help but shout again.
Before he finished speaking, Wang Jun pulled out the butterfly knife stuck on the back of Zhao Zhixuan's hand, turned the blade and closed it.
The blade was hidden in the handle. He held the handle, turned his fist, and hit Zhao Zhixuan on the back of the neck with the back of his fist.
Bang!
Zhao Zhixuan lost all consciousness and fell to the ground like mud.
Wuhu, Ajun is no longer an ordinary awesome guy, Heifer riding a rocket is nothing more than that.
Li Xuanchen held up his left elbow with his right palm and covered his mouth with his left palm.
He didn't want to appear like a fool who only knew how to applaud, so he had to make some technical comments.
However, Wang Jun's sheathing of the sword was particularly special. Li Xuanchen's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but ask:
"Let me go, where did you get this cool and handsome knife?"
Low EQ: He is cool and handsome, where did he get it from?
High emotional intelligence: I also want to learn cool and awesome sword moves.
Wang Jun wanted to tell Li Xuanchen how to speak, but after a few days of contact, he had fully understood Li Xuanchen's character, which had three major characteristics: arrogance, lack of tone, and lack of consciousness.
Li Xuanchen crossed the shadows, jumped in front of Wang Jun, and asked: "Ajun, you are talking."
"Bought it." Wang Jun said casually.
But he reacted in his heart:
Li Xuanchen didn't follow him all the time, otherwise he wouldn't have asked more questions.
Either the people in Black Front Alley are very confident and believe that no accident can happen in Black Front Alley.
Either someone else is protecting me, and I'm not strong enough to detect that person's existence.
Li Xuanchen said cheerfully: "Well, if you can buy it with money, it won't be a rarity. Where is its specific location?"
Wang Jun didn't know the specific name of Su Xiaojiu's studio building, but he remembered the route.
"It's at the end of Black Front Alley, next to the previous movie theater. That side alley is relatively quiet and not crowded, but the road is quite wide, about two meters wide."
After hearing Wang Jun's description, the smile on Li Xuanchen's face gradually disappeared.
Wang Jun continued: "Go a hundred meters inward along the road, turn right, then walk another two hundred meters, turn left, and you will see a small building with red bricks and black tiles."
"Yes, please stop talking." Li Xuanchen rolled his eyes, "That place is Xiaojiu Studio, a restricted area."
"How can a third-level transcendent be poor?" Wang Jun joked.
Li Xuanchen turned his hands out of his trouser pockets and complained: "I like to try new things. I will definitely not be able to keep 10 million in savings for a week. Later, Master took care of me. The reward for each mission and other income were all
Deposited into the fund, it will give me 1 million for monthly expenses."
As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, full of grievances.
"You know, I'm level 3 after all. Just buying any materials would cost tens or millions. The lowest threshold for making weapons in Xiaojiu Studio is 1,000 W. I..."
With his head buried, Li Xuanchen grabbed the warrior braid on the back of his head with his right hand, gently slapped his cheek with his left hand, and faintly uttered four words: "(I) don't deserve it!"
The butterfly knife was actually a gift... Wang Jun always felt that Li Xuanchen would be furious if he told what was in his heart, so he pointed at Zhao Zhixuan who was holding up the corpse and said:
"This guy is also a son of a chaebol, so it can be counted as a kidnapping, right?"
Li Xuanchen slowly raised his head and grabbed Wang Jun's shoulders with both hands, "Ajun, you fucking think like me. If you can tie a meat ticket every day, brother, I won't have to suffer poverty."
After a brief pause, he looked sad and said in a low voice: "Unfortunately, the rules set by Master are too rigid. Even thieves have their own ways. We must have a bottom line. Every core member of Black Front Alley can only be tied up once in a lifetime.
Meat tickets.”
After thinking for a moment, Wang Jun nodded and said: "There is no problem with this rule. If kidnapping can be done without a bottom line, the chaebols will not tolerate the existence of Black Front Alley and will only join forces to launch an extermination operation."
"Ajun, you traitor, the boat of our friendship has capsized."
Li Xuanchen waved his hands and turned away, not sure if he was joking or not.
Wang Jun said: "The ransom can only be paid once in a lifetime, which is no problem, but the medical expenses can always be collected, right?"
Hearing this, Li Xuanchen was like a mouse that smelled oil and water. He turned around hurriedly with a smile on his face.
"High, it's really high. Ajun, you have such a bright mind. But how much are the medical expenses worth? You can't just grab a bunch of plutocrats and beat them up every now and then, right?"
"Rotten wood cannot be carved." Wang Jun sighed in his heart.
He was very suspicious of Li Xuanchen's head, which did not move very much under most circumstances.
Squatting next to Zhao Zhixuan, Wang Jun said: "Cheeks, back of the head, palms, chest, abdomen, a certain important part... there are six scars in total. How much does it cost for an ordinary doctor to treat them?"
Li Xuanchen shook his head, "I don't know."
Wang Jun: "What if it's in the name of the top 50 surgeons in the federation?"
"You're talking about Sister Leng..."
Li Xuanchen was a little confused at first, but people are not stupid after all, and he could understand Wang Jun's meaning just by relying on the instinctive movement of his brain.
After being stunned for three seconds, he slapped his thigh and gave a thumbs up.
"Awesome!!! Ajun, your idea is quite strange and there is something interesting about it."
Wang Jun hummed slightly and accepted the praise calmly.
Treasure boy... Li Xuanchen praised Wang Jun from the bottom of his heart, always feeling that a new way to make money had opened up.
He knelt down, patted Zhao Zhixuan's face, and laughed evilly.
"Sister Leng is the famous Bodhisattva Yama on the road, and she is also the blade of life and death in our Black Front Alley. She is not among the top fifty in the entire federation... at least, she must be ranked in the top ten!"
Wang Jun said with admiration: "The medical expenses will go up in just a scratch."
Later, Wang Jun asked Li Xuanchen to run errands and give him a 10% commission.
The impoverished Li Xuanchen nodded his head and shouted quickly, carrying the unconscious Zhao Zhixuan on his back, and ran away, fearing that Wang Jun would regret it.
At this moment, Wang Jun suddenly understood why Li Xuanchen was always used as an errand boy by Sun Buwu and Leng Qingning. Without him, it would be too easy to fool him.