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The Crocodile Gang members are very efficient.

Lin Huan had just finished talking about the list, and he received a reply in less than half a day.

At this moment, Lin Huan was shaking the goblet and taking a sip from time to time.

But what was in it was not red wine, but soapy happy water, and it also has another name - Coke.

"Brother Huan, take a look."

Dog Master handed several documents to Lin Huan.

Detailed information was recorded on them, and some were even accompanied by black and white photos.

At this time, Dog Master said with a look of fear: "Brother Huan, those people look ordinary, but they are all martial arts masters! Some of the gang members we went to investigate were knocked unconscious before they saw the people, so... there are fewer photos, so you can make do with them."

"It doesn't matter, those people are not easy to deal with."

Lin Huan browsed the information and quickly came to a conclusion.

Those martial arts masters are all poor.

Of course, this is also their choice, otherwise with their martial arts, they would be sought-after figures wherever they go in this troubled autumn.

Will there be less money and women by then?

However, Lin Huan doesn't think they really don't want to live a rich life.

Because the information shows that most of these people have one thing in common.

That is, they have life-and-death enemies outside, so they have to hide.

And if their enemies are gone, how can these martial arts masters be willing to live in this small pig cage village?

Lin Huan put down the information in his hand and said to Gou Ye: "Find a way to contact each of them one by one. It's best to invite them to the gang. Note that I said invite. Use your brains, but don't be violent. Otherwise, don't blame me for not telling you clearly in advance if you lose soldiers and generals."

"Yes, I understand. We are too familiar with this kind of thing." Gou Ye smiled.

Although he was also shocked when he knew that those people were martial arts masters, they had people, guns, and bullets.

Even if they can't do it openly, they can still lead them to the gang by being naughty and shameless. Let's see their performance this time!

At this moment, in Zhulong Village, the landlord and the landlady were discussing important matters in a closed room.

In the past few days, the landlord and the landlady had naturally noticed the crocodile gang members hiding near Zhulong Village, but they didn't want to alert the enemy, let alone expose their identities, so they temporarily let them spy.

But now, those gangsters have blatantly broken into Zhulong Village. What is their purpose here?

Landlady: "Old woman, these gangsters are not good."

The landlady blew a smoke ring and sighed: "It's a blessing, not a disaster. If it's a disaster, it can't be avoided. Let's see what they want to do first. If these grandsons dare to make trouble, I will crush them to death!"

As she said that, the landlady clenched her fists, and her bones "creaked".

"Sleep!"

"Ah? Why are you sleeping in broad daylight?"

"I'll beat you if you don't sleep!"

"Uh... sleep, sleep."

...

At this moment, in front of the gate of Zhulong Village.

A group of crocodile gang black-clad thugs walked in.

Seeing them, everyone in Zhulong Village put down what they were doing and avoided them as soon as possible.

In this era, getting involved with the underworld is equivalent to losing your life.

It is better for them to stay out of other people's business and stay out of trouble.

The crocodile gang members did not waste time and walked directly to the shop of the descendant of Wulang Bagua stick that sold fried food.

At this moment, the descendant of Wulang Bagua stick was kneading dough happily in the house and practicing his family martial arts.

The ordinary dough was galloping and jumping in his hands.

What Indian flying cakes are weak compared to this.

Soon, the descendant of Wulang Bagua stick heard footsteps outside the door.

Sensing the abnormality, the descendant of Wulang Bagua stick had to put down the dough.

It seems that there will be trouble today.

"Dongdongdongdongdong!"

The crocodile gang members knocked on the door hurriedly.

"Crack~"

The door of the store opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man with a smile on his face walked out.

This man was not tall, only about 1.6 meters, but his muscles were very solid, giving people a feeling of a smiling devil.

"Welcome, do you want to buy fried chicken?" The descendant of Wulang Bagua Stick continued to pretend to be an ordinary person and smiled.

"Wulang Bagua Stick descendant, I have heard of you for a long time. Our boss admires you very much and hopes to invite a martial arts master like you to have a drink."

"What!" In an instant, the aura of the descendant of Wulang Bagua Stick suddenly changed, and his eyes were as sharp as a gun, which made people tremble.

"Gulp! Gulp!"

All the gang members of the Crocodile Gang swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

The information was indeed correct, he was really a martial arts master!

"Tell your boss, I will not go. If you are still provoking here, don't blame me for being rude to you."

The descendant of Wulang Bagua Stick slapped the pillar beside him, and instantly left a clear palm print on it.

"Gulp! Gulp!"

For a moment, the members of the Crocodile Gang present dared not move.

What to do now?

At this time, only Erlu could still resist the trembling.

As the second-in-command of the underworld who was always on the edge of a knife, he had seen many big scenes. Compared with that, this was actually nothing.

"Huh..." Erlu took a deep breath, and then took out a very "weighty" invitation letter that Lin Huan gave him.

It stands to reason that there should only be one piece of paper in the letter.

But this letter was bulging, as if it contained something hard.

Lin Huan couldn't write traditional Chinese characters, so the letters were written on behalf of others.

But the meeting inside was prepared and put in by him himself.

"Hmph!" The successor of Wulang Bagua Stick tore open the envelope in front of him.

Suddenly, a bright and pleasant gold bar came into his eyes.

"This... this..." The successor of Wulang Bagua Stick couldn't keep calm.

Although he was born into a well-known family since he was a child, his family was ruined by his enemies within a few years, and he had to remain anonymous for decades. In the end, he had to hide in this small pig cage village.

Therefore, the descendants of Wulang Bagua stick who have been living in poverty are very envious of those "city people" and often imagine that their enemies disappear and they can return to the beautiful life of their childhood.

Now seeing this gold bar, the descendant of Wulang Bagua Stick seems to have seen the future.

Take it, don’t take it.

This is a matter of principle.

It is also a matter of dignity.

The descendant of Wulang Bagua Stick doesn't want to be looked down upon by these underworld people.

However, his martial arts hit a bottleneck. He lacked enough resources to temper his body and was in urgent need of money to break the predicament.

"Master, don't hesitate. We have said that our boss sincerely wants to invite you for a drink. This gold bar is a meeting gift to disturb you. If you don't want to go, we will I don’t dare to force such a master like you, it’s just a pity..."

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[Author's digression]: Please give me a bank note, please give me a bank note, please give me a bank note!