It was just that before the young shopkeeper took a few sips of tea, his attention was attracted by the noise at the door. He saw dozens of well-worn and strong men walking in from the door. Considering the weather, even those who had just come in from outside
There were not many people. And judging from their appearance, they must have been rushing all the way, and they looked very embarrassed.
The bald man at the head of the group was injured a little on his chest, probably from a big battle.
"Shopkeeper, do you have a private room?" Someone immediately approached the shopkeeper of Qianji Pavilion, but the person who received them was not the young man sitting in the side hall and resting, but another middle-aged man wearing Qianji Pavilion clothes.
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"Do you guys have reservations? Our private room in Qianji Pavilion..."
Before the middle-aged shopkeeper could finish speaking, the man who walked up threw a baggage, which was round and heavy. The man put it on his face and changed his expression, then led these people into the side hall on the other side.
When the young shopkeeper holding the tea saw this, he was also a little curious. He put his ear to the wall next to him, wanting to hear what the other party said.
"Anda, your injury..."
"It doesn't matter! It's just a piercing wound from a crossbow arrow, nothing serious! It's just that we underestimated the Qi Family Trading Company."
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There was a moment of silence, and the young shopkeeper was even more curious. Qianji Pavilion and Qijia Trading Company were both relatively well-known merchants in the Western Region. Although their friendship was average, they had done business several times, which was different from Qijia Trading Company, which liked to protect people's hearts.
, Qianjige has been focusing on how to make money!
To be precise, how to make money better, faster and stronger!
At this time, when he heard that this group of people had a conflict with Qijia Trading Company, the "soul of gossip" in his heart was instantly ignited. However, those strong men just sighed with emotion and fell into silence without further explanation. The young shopkeeper thought again
Listen, but haven't heard any useful response.
Little did he know that when he was eavesdropping on the other party's speech, a tall man suddenly appeared behind him. His expression was stern and his eyes were full of murderous intent. The person who came was none other than Dalamute. And the bald man who had just been injured
The man is none other than the famous horse thief in the Western Regions, the Eight Red Man.
Regardless of whether you are a businessman or a businessman, you are naturally not very good at dealing with horse thieves. Just like examiners and candidates, lenders and borrowers, bankers and retail investors... Businessmen all have their own "rules of the game", and only by abiding by the rules can they be harmonious and make money. And
Horse thieves are undoubtedly the ones who break the rules. They pursue violence and hedonism. Regardless of their fundamental interests or their way of life, merchants and horse thieves are natural enemies.
The young shopkeeper looked puzzled, but he didn't know the murderous intention behind him.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do anything!" A calm voice suddenly sounded in Dalamt's ears.
This shocked the man who was about to take action. Also because of the rapid breathing at this moment, the young shopkeeper finally noticed something. He quickly turned his head, but did not see Dalamt clearly, and punched him directly.
Knocked down and knocked unconscious.
The muscles in Dalamt's body were tense, and he was always paying attention to the movements around him. The person who could transmit messages to him silently had a level of strength far beyond that of an ordinary knight.
However, after waiting for a while, the soul transmission did not sound again. It seemed that as long as he did not kill the young shopkeeper, he should not be in any danger.
"Who is your Excellency? Please show up!" Dallamt whispered, but there was no response to his cold words in the empty side hall.
Seeing this, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand slightly, and a faint red sand came out of his sleeve and went straight to the young shopkeeper who was lying on the ground.
boom!
The fine sand exploded with a bang, as if it had hit a thick wall.
Sound transmission can appear out of thin air because the power of the soul has extremely strong penetrating power. Even if there is a space barrier, some martial arts masters can still penetrate the power of the soul. But the internal energy is different.
It is absolutely traceable.
The sudden appearance of power shattered the fine red sand controlled by Dalamt, and he instantly locked onto the target position. However, his face became a little pale in the next moment.
Because this location is nowhere else, it is exactly where he was just now, that is, the side hall where Bachiman and everyone else were.
He did not dare to stay at all. Although the relationship with his family's leader was tense, Dalamt did not want to betray his brother, so he quickly returned to the side hall.
I don't know when, a young man suddenly sat among the crowd, and beside him sat a smiling Bachiman. If someone who knew him saw it, they would think that he was very similar to this young man.
It’s ripe!
"Senior, it's not that we don't do things well, it's mainly the Qijia Trading Company. They have the magic-breaking crossbow!" Bachiman stuttered with an embarrassed smile on his face.
The young man known as "Senior" tilted his head and looked at Bachiman, then reached out and pinched the other man's shoulder. A trace of blood seeped out of the bandage that Bachiman was originally wrapped in.
The bald man's face twitched slightly, but he still kept his smile.
"Oh? You can even get the magic-breaking crossbow. It seems that the power behind them is extraordinary!" The young man said with a smile.
As he said that, he looked towards the door again, and saw Dalamt standing there blankly.
"Yes, senior! This, this is my third boss, Dalamt! He is also my Anda!" The bald man explained when the other party noticed Dalamt standing stupidly at the door.
"Well, the ability to control sand is really good! It's a pity that it's nothing compared to the saints of the divine religion!" The young man said with a click of his tongue.
When Dalamt heard this, he immediately understood the identity of this person. It was the master of the Demon Cult that they came to Qianji Pavilion to look for this time! The next moment, he handed over his hands knowingly and replied: "I've seen you, senior! Junior!"
My technique was accidentally passed down by a great master, so naturally I don’t dare to compare with the saint.”
Hearing this, the mysterious young man grinned strangely and said: "Since you have practiced the magic of the Demon Cult, you must have your own ambitions in your heart! What happened to the Saint? If the Divine Cult was not protected by the Mother of the Earth, how could their Saint
Do you have such strong control ability?"
Dalamt didn't know how to answer for a while, but fortunately, this mysterious demon sect master didn't give him a chance to explain, so he continued: "My demon sect also has its own holy son. Hum, it is definitely not as good as that one."
Holy virgin!"
It is said that although the divine sect and the demon sect belong to the same sect of the demon sect, there are many irreconcilable conflicts between the two sects, which can be seen today. However, these horse thieves came here not for this matter. For a while, everyone could only nod their heads.
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The young man was proud for a long time, and when he saw that no one in the room objected, he felt very happy.