Chapter 127: merchant
Chapter 127 Merchant
"Xiao Shun, do you think that girl's positioning is reliable?"
That night, Qin Yushi, who had been making an unannounced visit to Hon Hai City for a whole day, returned to the Martial Arts Academy and asked Zhao Yinshun with a strange expression.
The boy who also searched for a whole day hesitated for a while, and answered unsurely, "It should be...reliable, right?"
"But then Jack Jory is not a fool. He would stay in the same place foolishly after he committed such a big thing?"
"If [Hai Chau Document] comes down, wouldn't he just sit back and wait?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yinshun was also full of puzzlement.
"Well... maybe it's reverse thinking, the more dangerous the place, the safer it is?"
But just after saying this, the young man couldn't help shaking his head.
In this world with extraordinary power, unless the perpetrator follows the path of the [Omniscient Eye], is proficient in anti-prophecy, anti-divination, anti-location, and can block prying eyes and confuse heaven, no one will be stupid enough to stay in place!
"Is that cult really crazy? He likes to admire the disasters he created? I heard that many high-IQ criminals have similar hobbies, so they don't hesitate to return to the scene of the crime at risk..."
Rubbing his chin, Zhao Yinshun muttered to himself, suddenly thinking of another possibility.
"Or...he had to stay where he was for some special reason?"
All over his body, Qin Yushi suddenly looked at Zhao Yinshun, and an aura suddenly exploded in the minds of the two of them.
"Promotion Ceremony?!"
Invariably shouted out the answers in their hearts, the two looked at each other, and their eyes gradually became solemn.
Ten minutes later, I came to the inn where Iris was staying, and told her the guess in her heart, the girl couldn't help falling into a long silence.
"Theoretically, this is indeed possible, but there is a doubt in it. The cultists are crazy and cunning, not stupid. Why would he dare to stay in Hon Hai City for promotion?"
"If the [Sea Capture Document] comes down, wouldn't that be catching turtles in the urn?"
Hearing the words, Zhao Yinshun rolled his eyes: "Maybe he is betting, betting on the time difference between [Hai Chau Document]!"
"Also a possibility…"
The pretty blond girl lightly nodded her eyebrows, smoothing her frown.
"That... Can you use the [Holy Artifact] for a more precise positioning? Hon Hai City says it's not big or small, it's still quite difficult to find someone from the vast crowd..."
scratched his head, Zhao Yinshun asked tentatively.
Unfortunately, Yi Rui shook his head without hesitation and said, "[Dead Sea Documents] are not restricted by most shielding laws, but the relative accuracy is not high. At most, they can only locate the area of Hon Hai City. Do you have any clues?"
"Well…"
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yinshun still told Iris the information about He Yubo's investigation.
"You mean that after the destruction of the three major families, most of their industries were eroded by Thai and Western businessmen? Do you suspect that there are their shadows behind this?"
The blond girl frowned slightly and fell into contemplation.
"This is troublesome. Many of these businessmen are members of the [Saint Gold Alliance]. Their forces are intertwined, and the protective umbrella is layered. Without evidence, it is difficult for us to investigate them..."
Looking at her contemplative appearance, Zhao Yinshun asked with a strange expression.
"Aren't you going to defend them?"
"Justify? Why? Whoever benefits is suspected, your logic is fine, they are indeed the biggest suspects?"
Iris asked with a puzzled face, looking at Zhao Yinshun puzzled.
"Uh...you are all Thais anyway..."
Hearing what the boy meant, Iris suddenly realized and sneered disdainfully.
"God loves the world, in my eyes, there is no race, we are all children of God..."
Zhao Yinshun: "..."
I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!
"Besides, justice is justice, and evil is evil. It will not change because of changes in race. Bad guys... should be punished!"
Slowly clenched her fists, and Iris' eyes became resolute and fierce.
"Those greedy and treacherous businessmen can do anything for money, so I have no doubts about your judgment, they can do this kind of thing!"
Seeing the girl's righteous indignation, Zhao Yinshun rubbed his chin, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
It seems that we still have some common language...
Girls, would you like to know about [Street Lamp Charm Appreciation Meeting]?
"Alas...Unfortunately, these guys who are good at using the rules are very smart, they won't give themselves a handle, it is difficult for us to have enough evidence to search them, we can only secretly..."
sighed, and before Iris finished speaking, Zhao Yinshun slowly raised an evil and charming smile.
"Evidence? What evidence? Wufu never needs evidence!"
Shu turned her head to look at him, the girl narrowed her eyes, and there was a hint of panic in her sharp eyes.
"Have you... been so lawless all this time?"
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"George, hasn't he left yet?"
In the luxurious secret room, the bearded Roger Brontë lowered his voice and asked gloomily.
"Roger, relax, no one would think that he is still in Hon Hai City."
Holding up a glass of red wine, George Hopkins shook the glass lightly, admiring the whirlpool of the red wine, and said lazily.
"But he's a ticking time bomb, it's better to send him away sooner."
"Hey... It's easy to ask God to send God, but that lunatic found a descendant of a demon king from nowhere, and made the plan completely messed up..."
Tasting a sip of red wine, George Hopkins shook his head and murmured with emotion.
"The [Magic Tide] in the west has also ended recently. Many masters may pass through Hon Hai City. If anyone has a whim and wants to meddle in his own business, it doesn't matter if that guy is exposed, but don't implicate us!"
Roger Brontë grumbled and complained distraught.
"Who could have predicted that a [Magic Tide] would erupt near Hon Hai City?"
shook his head, and George Hopkins shrugged helplessly.
"It can only be said that our luck is not very good, but it doesn't matter, not many experts will go to the backcountry of Hon Hai City, at most just passing by and resting."
"I'm afraid that those decent disciples who are traveling want to slay demons and demons, so they have to meddle in their own business..."
"Hehe, it's been more than a month ago, all the breath has dissipated, and they can find someone if they want to manage it."
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The low-pitched discussion continued for a long time. After more than an hour, Roger Brontë walked out of the mansion with a sullen face and got into his luxurious carriage.
The sound of clattering horseshoes echoed in the middle of the night. Roger Brontë closed his eyes in the car and pondered. After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes in confusion.
Why hasn't it arrived yet?
looked out the window, his slightly cloudy eyes shrank suddenly, and realized that this was not the road to his home at all.
And the carriages that were supposed to be escorting one after another have long since disappeared, and the whole street is only left alone...
Trembling all over, Roger Brontë subconsciously shouted: "Stop!"
However, the carriage didn't mean to slow down at all, and it still galloped forward unhurriedly.
With a tight heart, Roger Brontë touched the purse on his chest, ignoring the speeding carriage, opened the door and jumped forcefully.
Although the [Businessman] class is not known for his physique, as an extraordinary person, his physique is still far beyond that of ordinary people. Even if he jumps from a speeding carriage, he can land smoothly.
squatted slightly to release the impact, Roger Brontë looked up and watched the carriage disappear into the darkness, and quietly began to look around.
The dark streets were shrouded in darkness and fog, and the whole world was silent, as if he was the only one left.
Damin Formation?
or a special field?
With a flash of , Roger Brontë forced himself to calm down, reached for his wallet, and pulled out a forced smile.
"I don't know which friend is joking with me, I think, we can make a deal."
's voice touched the rules, and extraordinary power spread out. Zhao Yinshun, who was originally hidden in the darkness, took a step forward involuntarily, exposing his figure.
Looking at the short figure shrouded in black robes, Roger Brontë narrowed his eyes, looking up and down like a fox.
After a moment of stalemate, Roger Brontë took the initiative to speak.
"I don't know if you are seeking money or..."
Before the words were finished, the short figure hidden under the hood suddenly raised his head, the facial features shrouded in the shadows were blurred, only the dark and terrifying eyes released a dark light, like a dark abyss. The human soul is sucked in.
"Where's Jack Jory?"
Zhao Yinshun asked like a surprise attack while his soul was shocked by the [High Dimension Vision].
"I…"
subconsciously murmured, but Roger Brontë responded instantly, gritted his teeth, and looked at him in horror.
But seeing his reaction, Zhao Yinshun already understood that there must be a connection between the two, and the corner of his mouth raised a cold smile.
caught your tail...
slowly raised his legs and walked towards Roger Bronte, the dark pupils under the shadows flashed with evil and cruel brilliance, every pacing seemed to be stepping on his heart, bringing him endless pressure.
As if being approached by a terrifying monster, Roger Brontë's heart tightened more and more, his face gradually paled, and a suffocating sense of near-death surged.
"We can make a deal!"
With all his strength, Roger Bronte pulled out his wallet and held it high before his will collapsed.
The invisible field of law unfolded instantly. Zhao Yinshun, who was preparing to overwhelm his psychological defense line, stopped inexplicably and asked uncontrollably.
"What deal?"
"I will pay you 1,000 big gold coins in exchange for you to let me go. You and all personnel related to you shall not harm, block, or imprison within 24 hours..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yinshun sensed that the power of the law on his body was weakening, and his hanging toes stomped on the ground.
"Transaction Upgrade!"
With Roger Brontë's panicked growl, Zhao Yinshun stopped again uncontrollably.
"I paid 5000 large golden circles..."
For the first time, he felt the power of the rules department class, Zhao Yinshun frowned impatiently after listening to Roger Brontë's words.
【Rules】It's like an invisible shield. If you want to take action against him, you must listen to his conditions. If you don't meet your psychological expectations, you can move on.
If you want to kill him, you must kill him before the [trade] starts at a speed that he can’t react!
But [Businessman] is a class dominated by the gods, and his perception and reaction are extremely good...
Coupled with its huge financial resources, it can completely arm itself into a turtle shell. I am afraid it is not an easy task to get rid of such an existence in seconds.
Putting himself into the role of the killer, Zhao Yinshun was surprised to find that even with his strength, it would be very difficult to kill this seemingly weak [businessman], unless the distance between the two sides is close enough...
After listening to Roger Brontë's conditions, Zhao Yinshun stepped forward again.
The hook-nosed man in front of him suddenly sweated like raindrops.
Obviously from the feedback of the rules, he can feel the suppression of the rank, indicating that the level of the opposite sequence should be lower than his own.
It stands to reason that in the face of a low-sequence enemy, even if the hatred between the two sides is as deep as the sea, a large golden circle is enough to distort his thoughts and make him retreat temporarily.
But I didn't expect that I had opened the [Price] to 5,000 gold dollars, but the other party was still unmoved!
Biting hard, not caring about his distressed property, Roger Brontë's eyes flashed a ruthless look.
"At the cost of 11,287 large gold circles..."
This time, Zhao Yinshun couldn't keep his footsteps in the air. He could "see" that the rules were being distorted, ignoring his inner wishes, and forcibly concluded a [deal].
Seeing the other party's actions freeze, Roger Brontë was overjoyed, and quickly stated that he had no flaws.
10,000 gold circles, very good, enough for me to spend for several years...
A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help but have a thought of compromise, and the ethereal divinity suddenly rippled.
Awakened suddenly from the chaos, realizing that his will was bound and distorted by the rules, the dim light in Zhao Yinshun's eyes skyrocketed, as if something terrifying and boundless was squirming in his pupils.
Divinity vibes!
OM
The vibrations beyond dimensions spread like ripples, and the invisible rules bound to Zhao Yinshun trembled violently. The power of laws that could not be touched by any real object was as fragile as a strand of hair in the eyes of the teenager.
As the divine resonance intensified, the rules collapsed, and Roger Brontë's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhole, he spewed a blood mist, and fell to the ground with his head up.
The rules are backlashing, he is definitely not a low-rank extraordinary!
Legend?
Or… myth?
A terrifying word flashed in his mind. Roger Brontë struggled to sit up, but his body twitched uncontrollably. A figure with a hood and a black robe slowly appeared in his dull eyes.
The facial features in the shadows are still blurred, but the dark and deep eyes seem to have a star river turning, overlooking him from a high place, as if the gods above the nine heavens are judging sinners...
"Where's Jack Jory?"
The icy and ruthless voice echoed in his ears, and Roger Bronte used all his strength to mourn with a hint of wailing.
"I really don't know...cough cough..."
Zhao Yinshun frowned slowly, looking at the man with the hook nose who was coughing frantically with blood choking into his trachea.
Continue to work overtime on Monday, only 4000 words, everyone will take a look, and ask for a ticket by the way(T▽T)
(end of this chapter)