martial arts mythology system

Chapter 203
"money is not a problem."

As he spoke, Han Feng took out a few gold-edged silver bills from his pocket, and flew into the mist with his inner strength.

Not to mention being the leader of an unknown cult, even as a famous best-selling author, Han Feng has never been short of money.

The voice in the mist seemed to be moved by Han Feng's generous shot, and the voice became much more enthusiastic:

"In that case, let's go inside and talk about it in detail."

With the sound, the fog in front of his eyes cleared, and several rows of scattered houses appeared in front of Han Feng. A white-haired old man wearing a black right eye patch was sitting on the saddle at the door of the open black brick house in front of him, holding a bong in his hand. Swallow and puff.

Han Feng fixed his eyes on the bong in the old man's hand, and observed carefully that it was exactly the same material and size as the bong in the hands of the old Miao Zhu in the Chenghuang Temple outside the back street.

"I thought that places like yours that buy and sell information would be eerie and weird. I didn't expect that after the fog, it would turn out to be such a warm market place, which surprised me."

Han Feng walked towards the white-haired old man with a sassy smile.

"Hey, if you can live frankly, who wants to live like a rat in the gutter? The old man still has to work here in his old age, isn't it just to earn a pension~"

As he spoke, the old man stood up, put away the Maza, and led Han Feng into the black brick room behind him.

This room doesn’t look big from the outside, but it’s not like winter inside. Three sides were hollowed out, and the walls were filled with drawers like those used in traditional Chinese medicine rooms. Cyan rope.

The old man entered the room and sat behind the long table, beckoning Han Feng to sit in front of the seat, then took out a golden abacus from under the table and handed it to Han Feng, showing a smile unique to profiteers
: "The Xiao family is a century-old family. In recent years, the Feng family can be said to cover the sky with one hand in the cloud and dust city. Man Tianxia is one of the best capable forces in the Fuyuan Green Forest League. In recent years, their development has been quite good. Counting their future The risk fees that development will bring to us, plus labor costs, lost work costs, confidentiality costs, information channel depreciation costs... the total is this number~"

The old man pushed the abacus in front of Han Feng.

Han Feng didn't bargain, and took out a stack of bank notes from his arms and pushed them over.

"If there is more, I will call you friends."

"Boss Han is magnificent!"

The old man took the stack of silver bills, glanced at them and stuffed them under the table. He stretched out his hand and pulled the blue rope above the table. The three scrolls slid down along the rope and landed on the table.

The old man put the scrolls together and handed them over:

"Han Zhijian, here is all the information about the Xiao family, the Feng family, and Man Tianxia. We get both money and goods, so you can check it carefully."

Han Feng reached out to take the three scrolls, picked up the information about the Xiao family, and flipped through them casually, and found that it was so detailed that even a certain servant of the Xiao family said a certain sentence in a certain month in a certain year. Intelligence capabilities are tangible.

He stood up, nodded to the white-haired old man, and turned to leave:

"Very good, I am very satisfied with the intelligence capabilities of Snake Road, and I look forward to the opportunity for us to cooperate next time~"

"We also need to ask Han Zhijian to take care of the business, not only from the aristocratic families and martial arts sects, but also from young girls, traffickers, and pawns. We have all the information that we don't have. As long as Han Zhijian wants and can afford the price, we will do it for you." I can get it for you~"

Han Feng heard from behind and looked at the extra emphasis on the word "young girl", and couldn't help but have some doubts about the rigor of this organization... Or did the old man misunderstand me, Han Zhijian?
Leaving Snake Road, walked out of the back street of Chenghuang Temple, and nodded to the old temple, Han Feng was about to walk out of Yundi Alley, but was blocked by a dozen gangster-looking men.

The man in the ragged coat who wanted to steal but was taught by Han Feng just now stood in the row, pointed at Han Feng and shouted: "Brothers, this kid hit me just now!"

Hearing this, more than a dozen people surrounded him cursing.

Looking at these moths and scum under the shadow of prosperity, Han Feng couldn't help feeling a little funny.

"It seems that my shot was a little lighter just now..."

Mingyu's true energy surged out, and the domineering inner strength enveloped a dozen strong men in front of him. How could these hooligans who wandered in the market bear this kind of martial arts true energy, and at the same time they fell to the ground like pieces of paper blown down by the wind, their limbs and joints Frozen and unable to move.

Han Feng walked slowly, passed through the street, walked out of Yundi Alley, and returned to Yunchen Dudong.

Walking out of Yundi Alley, the surrounding light suddenly brightened. Although it was still a bit dark due to the heavy fog in the sky, at least everything was clear.

Looking up, the old man selling candied haws was still selling on the street.

Han Feng walked over with a smile, took down two candied haws from the straw shelf, stuffed another broken piece of silver into the round-faced brother before he could react, and then Sa Sa went back in the direction of Xuan Jiansi.

With a bunch of candied haws in his mouth and another bunch in his hand, Han Feng walked on the road.

With a glance, I found a six or seven-year-old girl wearing a small flower apron on the side of the road staring at the candied haws in her hand.

Beside the child, a middle-aged woman with a kerchief wrapped around her head was squatting in front of a wooden bucket to wash clothes. Behind the child was a small steamed bun shop, and a middle-aged man was laboriously carrying the steamer inside.

Han Feng walked over and handed the candied haws in his hand to the girl, and smiled at her gently:
"Here, here it is for you."

The little girl swallowed her saliva, her eyes flickered slightly as if she was worried, but the temptation of food still prompted her to take Han Feng's candied haws, and quickly bit one down as if afraid of Han Feng's regret.

"Thank you~"

The little girl's voice is soft and waxy, which makes people feel beautiful.

Han Feng touched her head, turned around and left quickly in order to avoid being regarded as a human trafficker.

This world is very beautiful, and I am not the same as it was destroyed.

Although... I am not necessarily beautiful.

Stride all the way back to Xuanjian Division.

Liu Minghua was waiting at the gate of Xuanjian Division.

"The master is back? What information did you buy back?"

Han Feng didn't expect Liu Zhijian to wait here all this time. He took out three scrolls from his sleeve, waved them lightly and said:
"It's nothing, it's just information from the Xiao family and the Feng family."

"It's so expensive, can you afford it?"

Liu Minghua's voice was full of shock.

"Huh? Liu Zhijian understands the offer from Snake Dao?"

"Uh... I tried to buy it, but our Yunchen Master Xuanjian really couldn't afford the money, so I gave up..."

Han Feng didn't expect Liu Minghua's reason to be so real, he was a little speechless...

Liu Minghua continued to ask:

"Then what did Han Zhijian see from it?"

Han Fengshun handed over the information in his hand, and the three scrolls were densely packed with words.

"Come and see for yourself. The so-called family of justice is nothing more than a dog. For this kind of scum in the world, I really wish I could kill it with my sword."

Liu Minghua took the scroll and fixed his eyes on it.

Soon, the face was full of anger.

"These scum... how dare they!?"

(End of this chapter)