A hill on the outskirts of the Imperial City looks beautiful and has a pleasant environment, but it is surrounded by tight security. This is the headquarters of Xuanyuan Pavilion.
In a pavilion halfway up the mountain, Situ Changkong sat with another old man drinking tea and playing chess.
The old man had white hair and a long beard, and his face was red. He looked quite ecstatic.
He is An Daoyuan, the elder in charge of the Xuanzi Department of Xuanyuan Pavilion and the great master of magic.
Situ Dianmo stood nearby, watching the battle and pouring tea for the two of them.
An Daoyuan dropped a chess piece, then raised his head and said, "Old man, that little guy you found is really a talent.
The plane was blown to pieces, but he came back unscathed. I don’t know how this little guy did it.”
"Of course, it doesn't matter who is selected."
Situ Changkong looked proud, "The old man has lived for 100 years and has met countless people over the years, but he has never seen such an outstanding young man as Xiao Fan.
Since he joined our Xuanyuan Pavilion, he has made the old guy Carlos suffer several times.
He also helped us obtain the specimens of Team
An Daoyuan said: "You're right, Xiaoye is indeed very capable, but he seems to have gotten into a lot of trouble this time."
Situ Changkong's beard twitched, "This is nothing but trouble. Those bastards are riding on top of our Xuanyuan Pavilion to shit. If we can still bear it, we should teach them a lesson."
At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a general manager ran in: "Two elders, there are many people outside and want to see you."
Situ Changkong waved his hand, "No, tell them we are not here."
The manager agreed, turned around and ran out again.
An Daoyuan smiled and said: "Needless to say, these people are also here for that little guy. Without our Xuanyuan Pavilion's nod, they dare not touch our fourth elder.
But isn’t it inappropriate for you to shut them out like this?”
Situ Changkong shouted: "Is there anything inappropriate? When the Dong family attacked Xiaoye, I went to find them, and everyone said they were not there, so the old man was rejected by me.
Fortunately, Xiaoye managed to keep those people in disgrace, now it's my turn to vent my anger."
Situ Dianmo then said: "That's right, these people deserve their punishment. The chief instructor did a great job. It's a pity that grandpa won't let me go, otherwise I would have to teach those guys a lesson."
An Daoquan said: "It's right not to let you go. Our Xuanyuan Pavilion explicitly prohibits interfering in local affairs.
Xiaoye gives them some of his own normal counterattacks, and if you go, those people will get the hang of it."
At this time, the person in charge hurriedly ran in again: "Two elders, Zhao Mingzhen from the Secret Service is here, and he insists on seeing you. Our people seem to be unable to stop him."
Situ Changkong frowned: "What is this old guy doing here?"
There are two special departments in China, one is Xuanyuan Pavilion and the other is the Special Intelligence Bureau.
Zhao Mingzhen is the chief of the Secret Service, and his status is no lower than the two of them.
An Daoyuan said: "Does this need to be said? It must be for the little guy's sake. The Secret Service suffered a loss this time."
Situ Changkong curled his lips: "They are the ones who brought the loss on themselves."
While several people were talking, suddenly an old man in Tang suit broke in from outside. Although there were several guards around him, no one dared to step forward to stop him.
"Situ Changkong, you must give me an explanation today."
The old man in Tang suit was Zhao Mingzhen from the Special Intelligence Bureau. Relying on his identity, he broke in directly from the outside.
"Old man Zhao, what do you want to say?"
Zhao Mingzhen said angrily: "You people in Xuanyuan Pavilion are really lawless. Ye Bufan killed so many people in Jiangnan City, do you still want to protect him?"
"Covering, is this covering up?" Situ Changkong stared and said, "Why don't you tell them what those people did and how they died? Should they die?"
Could it be that we Xuanyuan Pavilion people are so easy to bully, and they are riding on our necks to shit, and we still have to endure it?"
Zhao Mingzhen's expression froze, and then he said: "I don't care about others, but he killed Mu Gaofeng from our Special Intelligence Bureau, must he give an explanation?"
Situ Changkong's eyes widened and he was about to fight back, but An Daoyuan reached out to stop him.
"Don't be angry first, I'll tell Lao Zhao."
In contrast, An Daoyuan's attitude was much kinder. He looked at Zhao Mingzhen and said, "Has anyone died in your special service?"
"That's right, Mu Gaofeng was a young talent from our special intelligence bureau, and he died in the hands of Ye Bufan!"
"Oh!" An Daoyuan nodded, "How do you know it was Ye Bufan who killed him? Did anyone see it?"
"This...even though there was no one at the scene at the time, it is certain that he killed him."
An Daoyuan said: "Old Zhao, you are being unreasonable. First, there is no human evidence, and second, there is no physical evidence. How can you say that Ye Bufan killed Mu Gaofeng?"
Zhao Mingzhen said: "Because Mu Gaofeng went to Qin Chuchu, who was Ye Bufan's woman, and there was no trace of her after that, he must have done it."
An Daoyuan smiled slightly: "There were rumors that Xiaoye was dead a few days ago. Even you know that Qin Chuchu is Xiaoye's woman. What is Mu Gaofeng doing there again?
I just heard that Qin Chuchu was kidnapped that night, could it be that your people did it?"
"I……"
Zhao Mingzhen was speechless for a moment. He knew very well what was going on. Mu Gaofeng kidnapped Qin Chuchu and was killed by Ye Bufan.
But you can't say this kind of thing. Once you say it, you will be in the wrong.
Situ Changkong said: "Kidnapping other people's women at will, is this what the Secret Service is supposed to do?
If there is such a scumbag in our Xuanyuan Pavilion, I will kill him myself without anyone else taking action."
"you……"
Zhao Mingzhen was so angry that her face turned red, but she couldn't explain clearly.
If you admit that it was Mu Gaofeng who did it, you will be damned. If you don't admit it, then why did Mu Gaofeng go to that woman's house so late at night? He still can't give a reasonable explanation.
An Daoyuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "I guess people from the Special Intelligence Bureau can't do this kind of thing. Maybe Mu Gaofeng didn't go to Qin Chuchu's place at all.
Since a person is missing, look for him carefully, and you might be able to find him back one day."
"I tell you, this matter is not over yet."
Zhao Mingzhen snorted coldly, turned around and left.
When he got the news, he came over to ask for help, but he didn't expect these two old men to be so difficult to deal with.
Situ Changkong shouted from behind: "Zhao, let me tell you, if anyone dares to attack someone from Xuanyuan Pavilion for no reason, my old man will be the first to twist off his head and use it as a urinal."
Zhao Mingzhen paused for a moment, but did not look back.
He knew that Situ Changkong was not joking. If the Secret Service really dared to touch Ye Bufan, the old man would definitely break up the feud between the Secret Service and the Secret Service.
There is also An Daoyuan, who looks kind and cheerful, but is very unambiguous when it comes to protecting his shortcomings.
In this case, even if he wanted to take revenge, he had to find a suitable reason.
