Urban Feng Shui Master

Chapter 316 Sugar-coated Cannonballs
In the alleys on the east and west sides of the downstairs of Zeng Yifan's house, there are two black vans parked at the moment, and there are some burly men sitting in the car.

These people are the criminal police who Liu Ziheng arranged to monitor Zeng Yifan.

From the moment the conversation between Zeng Yifan and Li Shaoyun was intercepted, Liu Ziheng quickly arranged for control.By comparing the topographic map of the site, he set up sentry posts on the only way to leave the residential building. From the sentry posts on the east and west sides, Zeng Yifan's window and the passage of the residential building are clearly visible.

If he wanted to slip away from the noses of these experienced criminal police, unless Zeng Yifan could become a rat.Of course Zeng Yifan would not become a mouse, even if he could, such a big mouse would attract attention.

The detectives stared at him for a long time, but saw no movement. When they were exhausted, they saw Zeng Yifan walking down the stairs slowly, whistling. The tune was actually "" Devils Entering the Village March".

The noses of the detectives were all crooked. Didn't this kid show his provocation?Who do you raid the village in the middle of the night?them?

The criminal policemen were half dead with anger, but Zeng Yifan was very happy. He walked all the way to the van and raised his hand to say hello.

"Brothers, are you busy?" Zeng Yifan smiled and passed cigarettes into the car, "It's hard work, it's hard work, take a breath to refresh yourself."

What he said made the criminal police a little puzzled. I have never seen the subject of surveillance come to condolences to the police. Where did this song come from?

After finishing speaking, Zeng Yifan lay down on the window of one of the cars and said with a playful smile, "I just woke up and I'm a little hungry. I'll make an application when I come down, can you let me have some supper?"

The criminal policemen glanced at each other, there was no rule that the subject under surveillance could not have supper, then nodded, signaling Zeng Yifan not to go far.

"Well... you have been watching for most of the night, so you must be hungry." Zeng Yifan continued to laugh, "Otherwise, I'll treat you to a late-night snack. Firstly, it's convenient for your work, and secondly, I can eat slowly."

It's true, it's late autumn now, and it's cold and hungry to be on duty at night, since he can watch while eating, he's happy to do this, besides, Zeng Yifan can't play tricks in front of so many people.

So, a few policemen followed Zeng Yifan into an all-night snack bar on the street. Zeng Yifan ordered a bunch of dishes in one go, and asked him to make a hot pot.

By the way, these Liu Ziheng's subordinates, because they have only read Zeng Yifan's case file and have no other in-depth understanding, how could they think that this guy just lost his job, and he is not from a wealthy family. Is there a problem with such a generous shot?

In short, a group of people really enjoyed eating.

At the time when they moved their chopsticks, two black figures flashed out from Zeng Yifan's residential building and disappeared into the darkness.

There is an east-west avenue in the south of the city, walking east along the street, there is a row of feasting places almost at the end of the street.People in the city call this "bar area", as the name suggests, there are many lounge bars here.

Of course, there is something special, that is, the one on the innermost side of the street, which is neither a bar nor a lounge, but a tavern.

This tavern was only recently opened. From the facade decoration to the interior layout, it is full of antique designs. If anyone comes here after drinking too much, they may think that they have traveled through time and space.

The table is the Eight Immortals table, the stool is a long stool, the wine set is imitation blue and white porcelain, and even the wine is a local wine in the altar.

This is the appearance of a standard old tavern, and the old wooden board at the door is engraved with four large characters "Zhengping Tavern".

There are not many customers here on weekdays. Firstly, this store is very new and has never been advertised, so few people know about it; secondly, it is not welcome to open such a store in a non-tourist city.

That's right, you have to go to a bar to drink and pick up girls, and you have to go to mass sales when you meet up with friends. Who would go to a tavern?

The owner of the tavern is a sturdy middle-aged man. Because his surname is Dong and the shop he runs is antique, everyone calls him "Treasurer Dong", that is, Dong Zhengping.

Dong Zhengping went crazy and stayed in the mental hospital for seven days after being drilled into his head by those ancient people in the yin-yang array set up by the Li family.

Later, as Zeng Yifan controlled the Yin-Yang Demon, his symptoms improved a lot.

Because his skills were totally useless, he couldn't stay at his mountain gate anymore, so he went to Fan City and opened such a nondescript tavern.

However, even though he opened a tavern, Dong Zhengping never got involved in business matters. He always sat alone behind the tall counter, drinking heavily, and no one saw him getting drunk.

In addition to drinking, he also dealt with customers. Often someone would go behind the counter, mutter a few words, and then he would stagger and take them to the backyard.

As for what they did in the backyard, no one knew.

Like Lin Yu, he just used this tavern as a cover to tell fortunes for others, absorb energy from others, and help himself practice, which is his real purpose.

At this moment, Dong Zhengping was lying on the soft chair behind the counter, drinking aged Zhuyeqing, his mouth creaking.

When I was working hard, I smelled a fragrance in my nose, which was quite pleasant.Dong Zhengping raised his eyes, and there was a young girl standing in front of him, she was good-looking, especially those big eyes, blinking and blinking, looking at him with a smile.

"Miss, what's the matter?" Dong Zhengping stood up slightly and narrowed his eyes.

Although Dong Zhengping was not as lustful as Lin Yu and Qiu Shaokun, this girl looked quite to his taste, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"It's something big." A man wearing sunglasses and a mask suddenly appeared, just in front of the girl.

Seeing this, Dong Zhengping was slightly disappointed and leaned back on the reclining chair again.

The man then took out a stack of thick hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, shook it, and threw it to Dong Zhengping.

Dong Zhengping squeezed the thickness, and his complexion improved a little, so he waved to the two of them, turned around and opened a small door behind the counter.

Inside the door was a study room, complete with desks, cabinets, cupboards, stools and chairs. When the two of them just sat down and hadn't started talking, Dong Zhengping's expression suddenly changed.

"Shall I let you hold my hand?" The man suddenly smiled and stretched out his hand.

"And mine." The girl also stretched out her right hand.

Beads of sweat formed on Dong Zhengping's forehead.He wants to steal energy from others, he needs to hold the other person's hand.At the same time, it is also possible to know some situations of the other party and predict the results of the things they ask.

This point is much lower than Lin Yu's ability to feel the energy and steal it through the curtain.

Indeed, Dong Zhengping's ability was incomparable to Lin Yu's even before he broke his merits.

But when he was about to touch this heavily armed man, he suddenly felt that the "quantity" on this man was dozens of times higher than that of normal people, so much so that he could already feel it before he even touched it.

(End of this chapter)