I'm really the king of leaks

Chapter 219 Ink Dust
"I won't even beg for mercy!"

"It seems that you are not suitable for going out to do errands. For the rest of your life, the bed is more suitable for you!"

On Fan Long's forehead, sweat poured down like rain.

Shouted.

"no no……"

Greasy uncle speak.

Grabbing Fan Long by the collar, he almost lifted him up.

And that Fan Long finally opened his mouth at this time, but said a harsh word.

"I...I don't care about you...who you are...today...you...you dare to touch me...Zhenbaotang will not let you go..."

Uncle Greasy sneered.

"Sure enough, I don't have a long memory!"

While Uncle Greasy was talking, Fan Long quietly took out a dagger.

Under the night, the cold light shone.

The moment Fan Long was about to make a move, Uncle Greasy punched Fan Long back with a bang.

This move is exactly the same as Cheng Hu's move!
Fan Long screamed.

But the greasy uncle let go of his hands, and Fan Long fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Several other people, walking very lightly, seemed to want to escape.

However this time.

Uncle Greasy turned his head and looked at Fan Long's few remaining subordinates.

"stop!"

Two words, like a body-fixing method.

Several people immediately stood still, not daring to move, let alone speak.

His foreheads were dripping with cold sweat, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at the greasy uncle's face at all.

At this moment.

The greasy uncle spoke.

"Go over and move your cars away!"

Hearing this, these people went over immediately as if they were pardoned, and moved the vehicles blocking the way one by one.The greasy uncle clutched his waist, rubbed it twice, and came over to sit in the co-pilot.

Fan Long's cars quickly moved out of the way.

And Zhang Yi drove away from this place.

on the way back.

Zhang Yi asked.

"Uncle, is your waist really okay?"

The greasy uncle smiled awkwardly.

"It's really not a problem. Aren't people always like this when they are old, lack of exercise. I'll go back and put on the whole plaster, and it will be fine after a few days."

"I haven't practiced much in the past few years, and I'm rusty."

This greasy uncle looks about 50 or [-] years old.If he was younger, he would probably be as skilled as Cheng Hu.

Things like martial arts are the same as sports, and you can't accept old age.

At the age of 50, compared with a 30-year-old man, although his fighting skills may be more proficient, there will definitely be a difference in strength and agility.

of course.

This comparison is also based on the same talent conditions.

Just like just now, there are so many people, all of whom are strong and strong guys, but they are far inferior to a 50-[-]-year-old greasy uncle. This is the crushing of talent and strength.

After thinking about this, Zhang Yi was even more curious about the identity of this greasy uncle.

He said a name, but without expression, who the hell was he.

and so.

Zhang Yi asked.

"Uncle, Cheng Hu asked you to come?"

Cheng Wu and Cheng Hu's names are very similar, and Zhang Yi can see Cheng Hu's shadow from Cheng Wu's body in the attack just now, so Zhang Yi feels that there must be a blood relationship between them.

Uncle Greasy nodded without hesitation.

"That's right, it was Xiaohu who asked me to come."

"He said that you went to Panjiayuan's night market today, and he was worried that you would be in danger, and he was in a hurry, so he couldn't get out for the time being, so he let me come over."

then.

Zhang Yi asked again.

"Then... are you Cheng Hu's brother?"

Because Cheng Hu and Cheng Wu, the names of the two people really look like brothers, but the looks of the two people are not quite alike.

Uncle Greasy waved his hand as expected, he said.

"That's not true, Ah Hu has just turned 27, and I'm going to be [-] soon. I'm his third uncle!"

After finishing speaking, Uncle Greasy seemed to think of something again.

He looked at Zhang Yi and said.

"I heard Xiaohu mention you!"

"Really? What did he say?"

Zhang Yi asked.

"He used two words, amazing!"

After finishing speaking, the greasy uncle said again.

"I didn't quite believe what he said about your deeds before, but I saw it tonight. However, I saw that you bought a cup, a plate, and later, a painting. Do you think those are good things? "

Zhang Yi said directly.

"The cup is a Warring States crystal cup. Judging from the state, there are traces of patina oxidation. It should undoubtedly be a handed down product from the Warring States period. The plate is average, and it should be a small leak. There should be hundreds of thousands. As for the picture The painting is Tang Bohu's "Summer in the Stone Forest", the one with the hidden signature."

After hearing this, the greasy uncle directly gave a thumbs up.

"Little guy, you really deserve your reputation! When you go back later, I'll give you something."

Zhang Yi was a little surprised, so he asked.

"what?"

"You'll know when you go back later!"

Uncle Greasy made a fool of himself, could it be that he also missed it?

It is estimated that in one or two ten minutes, we will be able to reach the villa, so Zhang Yi does not need to be in a hurry.

After thinking about it, I asked again.

"Cheng Hu's home is also in Beicheng, right?"

The greasy uncle nodded affirmatively.

"That's right, he came back to Beicheng this time, firstly, for your affairs, and secondly, to deal with some trivial matters at home!"

Zhang Yi was thinking.

Since Uncle Greasy is Cheng Hu's third uncle, he must have a close relationship with Cheng Hu.Otherwise, Cheng Hu would not ask his third uncle to protect Zhang Yi this time.

So, thinking of this, Zhang Yi has another question.

"Third Uncle, Ah Hu is usually in Los Angeles. Over there, do you know who that person he has been following?"

Since he was Cheng Hu's third uncle, Zhang Yi followed suit.Zhang Yi has always been very curious about the "Mo Qiu" on his mobile phone.

The greasy uncle thought for a while and asked.

"You mean, the Hongxi Tea House in Los Angeles?"

Zhang Yi nodded affirmatively. He had heard Cheng Hu mention Hongxi Tea House, and they would usually be there.

"The person you mentioned should be Mo Chen."

"Mo Chen? What is his identity?"

Zhang Yi continued to ask. Obviously, Cheng Hu's third uncle knew some truths.

"His current identity in Luocheng is a bit complicated, and I don't know the details. However, when he was in Beicheng, he was a member of the Mo family."

At this point, Uncle Greasy stopped for a while, he looked at Zhang Yi and asked.

"By the way, little guy, have you heard of the Eight Veins of the Ancient Gate?"

For Zhang Yi, this is a very unfamiliar word, and no one has ever mentioned it to him.

"The eight veins of the ancient gate, what are they?"

Uncle Greasy hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking, then he replied.

"The Eight Meridians of the Ancient Gates refers to the eight major families in the antique collection industry. Since ancient times, almost in every dynasty, several of the families of the Eight Meridians will enter the world, control some things of this era, and even be able to lead changes. The historical development of that era."

(End of this chapter)