Sam's parents looked wary. They had to be like this. They were all honest ordinary people. How could they be indifferent in front of a man who exuded a dangerous aura?
"Mr. Yan, I don't know what you are talking about. How can we have such antiques in our home? It must be a misunderstanding. This kid Sam likes to joke with people. This must be the case. We will teach him a lesson, please."
....."
Before Sam's father finished speaking, Xue Wusuan had already summoned the strength to push him away gently. He walked straight into the room and sat on the sofa. He looked at Sam and said: "My dear little brother, your
Where are the things? Is it time to show them to me?"
Sam was eager to send this plague god away quickly. Regardless of his parents' obstruction, he rushed upstairs and took down all the relics of his ancestors that were still stored in his backpack.
Sam's father was surprised. He pointed at the things on the table and asked Sam loudly: "What are you doing?! These things are the relics of the family's ancestors. Are you going to sell them?"
"Well, Dad, I just, I just..."
At this time, Xue Wusuan spoke. He held an old-fashioned pair of slightly cracked glasses in his hand and asked Sam: "I want these glasses. How about one million for you?"
While talking, Xue Wusuan turned over a black suitcase and placed it on the table. With a tap, the suitcase opened, and there were all hundred-dollar bills neatly stacked inside.
One million dollars, cash. No matter where it is placed, it is not small money. Not to mention this ordinary small family.
"Here, sir, are you kidding me?"
Xue Wusuan shrugged, pushed the money directly in front of Sam, and said with a smile: "This is business. You take the money, and I will take away the glasses. Fair trade, no bullying. How about it?"
"No!" Sam's mother suddenly shouted. Sam and his son were so frightened that they were about to blurt out the word "ok" and trembled.
"Oh? Madam, do you have anything else to say?"
"That, that one million seems, less, less."
Xue Wusuan didn't answer. He didn't care about money, but he didn't like to bargain with others. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a vase on the table came into his hand, and within two seconds it turned into a puddle of red-hot flowers.
The liquid was scattered on the floor, making a sizzling sound.
"Ma'am, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."
Everyone was frightened and overwhelmed by Xue Wusuan's iron-washing hand. They all swallowed their saliva wildly. Who can understand that this is a clear threat?
"No, no, it's nothing. I didn't say anything." Sam's mother backed away and hid behind Sam's father.
Xue Wusuan took the glasses, let the system lock the coordinates left on the glasses, and then put them away. He stood up and said, "Very good. This transaction is over. Then it's time for me to leave."
Xue Wusuan, who left the money and was about to leave, suddenly paused. Then he sat back on the sofa. Looking at the extremely nervous people, he said: "Sam, there are guests at your house. You should go and call your car."
Just say hello and tell him not to be stupid, otherwise he will die without knowing how."
Sam was shocked when he heard this. His car? Dead?
Before Sam could react, he heard a violent explosion in the yard outside. There was also the fierce roar of large-caliber firearms, mixed with shouts. It felt like a fierce battle was taking place outside.
The aftermath of the shock outside shook all the windows in the house, making the scene a bit chaotic. Except for Xue Wusuan, several people in the house all found a place to hide and did not dare to go out at all.
The fighting soon subsided. Then there was a roar. The entire wall facing the courtyard was blown to pieces by an unknown force, but miraculously it did not affect the people inside the wall.
Then four tough people appeared in front of everyone in the room. They were dressed in neat black tight-fitting combat uniforms, holding weapons in their hands, and they were scanning the room sharply.
The four intruders thought they would be frightened out of their wits, but something strange seemed to appear.
The man was sitting on the sofa, holding a cigarette between his fingers, smiling and still looking at them.
Click! There was a sound of a gun bolt, and a guy in a black combat uniform next to him raised a strange-shaped weapon in his hand and pointed it at this man. Just as he was about to speak, a sharp pain came from his chest, and the whole person flew backwards and hit the yard.
Before he could get up, he heard his companion shout in surprise: "Mr. Yan! Why are you here?"
Mr. Yan?!
The visitors were none other than the four senior members of the Samsara Group, Cheng Lin, Liao Yong, Zhang Zhipeng and Wang Ya. The one who was kicked out was Zhang Zhipeng, and the one who kicked him was Liao Yong.
I have long heard Cheng Lin and Liao Yong say that there is a powerful and mysterious figure called "Mr. Yan" who is suspected of secretly planning the Lord God. Liao Yong even bluntly said that he survived only because of the kindness of Mr. Yan. And
It is said that the two magical and powerful weapons in the hands of Liao Yong and Cheng Lin were also sold to them by this "Mr. Yan".
Zhang Zhipeng has longed for Mr. Yan in his heart for a long time. He also thought about what he could exchange for a similar weapon. Because that kind of weapon cannot even be exchanged from the Lord God.
Now I didn't expect to meet this mysterious figure here. Zhang Zhipeng was secretly grateful to Liao Yong. If Liao Yong hadn't kicked him away, maybe he would have opened fire to scare this "Mr. Yan". To provoke the other party, according to Liao Yong
According to what Yong and Cheng Lin said about this character, he must be dead now, right?
Inside the room, Xue Wusuan walked towards him quickly. Liao Yong and Cheng Lin smiled and said, "The way you appear is a bit special. Are you in a hurry to bring me something?"
Hearing this, Cheng Lin and Liao Yong quickly took out several exercises that they had always carried with them and handed them to Xue Wusuan respectfully with both hands. The two had different thoughts. Liao Yong was simply excited, while
Cheng Lin trembled secretly in her heart and thought: This person's strength seems to be much more terrifying than the last time we met. Every move he made unconsciously carried a sense of oppression as heavy as a mountain. It is really terrifying. I don't know what the legendary openings are.
Can reincarnations with five layers of gene locks be able to compare with him?
Xue Wusuan glanced at it and put away the things handed over by the two people. He already had a systematic evaluation of these things and a rough content analysis in his mind. They are all of high value and are not found in Wu Dao Hell.
He was very satisfied with the technique, and he found from the fluctuations in their souls that although the two people had different reactions in their hearts, they did not have "guilty" reactions. This meant that these things were not neglected by them.
Xue Wusuan was very satisfied.
"What are you doing here? Looking for the coordinates of the Fire, Sam?"
Liao Yong nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Mr. Yan. We have two missions this time. One is to find the fire, and the other is to rescue the leader of the Decepticons, Megatron. So we need to get the accurate one from Sam.
coordinate of."
Xue Wusuan took out the glasses and waved them in front of a few people, and said with a smile: "But I have already bought this thing. You see, I paid all the money." As he said this, Xue Wusuan returned them.
Pointing to Sam's mother who was hiding behind and holding a suitcase of banknotes.