"Uh!" Ren Bing's throat constricted, he swallowed with difficulty, and whispered: "We are a special disciplined force, and our identity needs to be kept strictly confidential, but there is absolutely no problem in beating up those worthless bastards. If there is enough evidence, you can shoot them."
They all do."
Xu Qing nodded with satisfaction and asked: "It seems to be pretty good. My master said that he hasn't received any salary for decades. Can you tell me how much money you have?"
"A total of 30.27 million." Ren Bing answered readily this time, but Xu Qing's next words almost choked him to the point of losing his breath.
"This is too little, and he also said that he would be my wife's guide. I think this old man wants me to help him trick a little old woman into having a twilight love affair..."
As an ancient warrior at the pinnacle of the Mysterious Realm, making money is as easy as drinking water. Wang Tiangang only earned over 30 million after doing worship for decades, which is not as much as Xiao Xu's when he bet that a piece of jade is worth a piece of cabbage!
It’s still a bargain price after being bought dozens of times and discounted several times!
Xu Qing now even has the urge to recruit a few ancient warriors to take care of the home. He doesn't care about the money at all. If he has time, he can go to Tengchong Burma to buy some jadeite wool.
The man in black with a short crew cut was finally aroused by Xu Qing's words, and shouted in a loud voice: "Members of the Chinese Martial Arts don't care about money. Warriors also have things worth protecting. When the time comes,
Let’s talk about the country and nation, but let’s talk about relatives and friends at a smaller level. What would you do if your kid’s relatives and friends were bullied and killed by other ancient warriors?”
Xu Qing was stunned for a moment and turned his gaze to Ren Bing, only to hear him say leisurely: "His name is En Deli, he is from the Oroqen tribe in Inner Mongolia. He learned a good skill from an old warrior shaman since he was a child, but another
An ancient warrior from an evil sect had a grudge against the old shaman. He killed the sick old shaman twelve years ago. He also killed all the animals in the village that took care of the old shaman, including Endeli's whole family.
He happened to go out hunting and did not return, so he escaped death..."
"What happened to the ancient warrior who killed people later?" Xu Qing asked subconsciously. Ren Bing sighed: "The ancient warrior was smashed by your master's palm, but there are 122 people in Endeli Village.
People will never survive again!”
Xu Qing didn't expect that his unintentional words would lead to such a sad incident, so he whispered to En Deli, who looked sad and angry: "Just think I was wrong! I'm sorry!"
En Deli smiled miserably and said: "I don't blame you. From the moment I joined the Chinese Martial Spirit, I swore to kill all those ancient warriors who harmed others. If you join the Martial Spirit one day, you will understand them.
How harmful it is!”
Xu Qing smiled uncertainly. Even if he did not join the Chinese martial arts, it would not be difficult for him to guess what kind of harm an ancient warrior who ignored secular laws and ordinary people's lives would cause. It would be like a hungry lion rushing into a kindergarten.
It is impossible to subdue it without paying a heavy price!
"How about it, are you interested in joining the Chinese Martial Spirit?" Ren Bing spared no effort to fight for it. Who told him that he was in urgent need of additional personnel now, and there was no reason to give up easily when encountering such a rudimentary master of the Mysterious Realm.
Xu Qing was not ready to agree to join the Chinese Wuhun so hastily. He decided to wait until his master Wang Tiangang came back before making any decision. However, since Mr. Wang gave him the enshrined certificate before leaving, he could not be collecting wages on his behalf.
So simple.
"Captain Ren, I want to wait until my master comes back to make a decision about joining the Chinese Martial Arts. During this period, if you encounter any difficult tasks, you can call me. If I can help, I will do my best."
Having said this, Ren Bing couldn't do anything anymore. What gave him some comfort was that Xu Qing had promised to contribute to the fifth team, but his identity was still Wang Tiangang's apprentice, and no rules could restrain him, so he
He cannot assign tasks and can only use the word "ask".
After dinner, Xu Qing took the initiative to ask the waiter to pay the bill, then parted ways with Ren Bing and others, riding an electric motorcycle toward Antique Street.
Xu Qing has become interested in antiques since he got the Prajna relic last time, because he guessed that some antiques may have gas that can be absorbed by the eyeballs. If he is lucky, he will make a lot of money if he comes across one more.
It was getting dark when we arrived at Antique Street, and many street vendors were busy closing their stalls. Only the shops on both sides of the street were brightly lit, and there were only a few pedestrians coming and going, adding to the loneliness.
Xu Qing pushed his electric motorcycle slowly forward on the street, while casually scanning the stalls on both sides of the road with his eyes. However, after walking around, he did not find any objects with colored gas attached to them. He felt a little bit confused.
Disappointed, I pushed the car and started back the way I came.
Walking to the exit of Antique Street, Xu Qing was about to start the car, but there was a sharp sound of tires scraping the ground in front of him. Looking up, he saw an old woman lying on the ground at the fork in the road not far ahead, with some broken porcelain scattered around her.
Debris and other small objects, the old woman's palm was cut open by the debris, and bright red blood was flowing out, but the car that caused the accident stopped for a moment and then sped away.
The old woman struggled to stand up. Maybe her waist was rubbed by the car just now. The pain made her scream and fall down again. At this time, an electric motorcycle drove over. Xu Qing got off the car and helped the old woman up:
"I'll take you to the hospital!"
When Xu Qing saw the old woman's appearance clearly, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. The old woman who was hit by the car was the playgirl who sold him the map that night. Speaking of which, he would owe his first pot of gold in life to this woman.
A gift from the old lady.
"Forget it, I don't have to go to the hospital. Could you please help me pick up the things on the floor?" Hua Pozi looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground with a sad face, and she was so heartbroken that she almost shed tears.
"Oh!" Xu Qing responded, bent down to pick up the small bamboo basket at his feet, and then picked up the scattered objects that were not broken into the bamboo basket. Hua Pozi standing aside looked at the porcelain pieces on the ground with a bitter look on her face.
Two lines of tears finally couldn't help but slowly slid down the wrinkles on his cheeks.
"What a sin! I finally bought two blue and white porcelain bottles, oh!" Mrs. Hua choked and sighed, and there was a dull pain in her waist.
Xu Qing picked up all the complete items, put the bamboo basket on the back seat of the car, and whispered: "Mother-in-law, don't be sad. I have written down the license plate of the car just now, and we will report the crime together later.
You must let that unethical guy accompany you."
Mrs. Hua wiped her tears with the back of her trembling hands, shook her head and sighed: "Oh! Forget it, it's all the old woman's bad fate. Thank you, young man."