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cpa300_4; In the alley behind the Golden Flower Night Gathering, two young men with cigarettes in their mouths are leaning against the wall, playing with the windproof lighter in their hands, passing the boring time of staring. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info (see the latest chapter┲ ̅請丄_☆~wo看書閣)

On the ground in front of the two men, a green canvas was laid on top of which were stacked with various Russian knick-knacks, such as matryoshka dolls and small mirrors, which looked like street vendors.

Ling Yang sat in Liao San'er's Volga car, and had been staring at the two men for a whole morning, when he felt his limbs stiff and had just stretched his waist, only to see two other men coming over from outside the alley, replacing the two young men who had been setting up a stall all morning.

Liao San'er put one hand on the steering wheel and whispered to Ling Yang, who was short and got out of the car door: "Door owner, you must be careful!" ”

Ling Yang smiled, followed behind the two young men without a trace, turned to a secluded back street, and suddenly urged the power of the supernatural ability, and the figure gradually disappeared into the air.

Last night, after receiving the news from Huahuaer, Yao Haitao used all his subordinates to track down the identities of the hidden piles outside the nightclub overnight, and in the early hours of the morning, finally someone from his subordinates reported that it was Li Yongjun's sudden disappearance, which seemed to alarm a hidden force in Jiangjie City.

After all, Li Yongjun has been running a nightclub in Jiangjie City for many years, and his interpersonal relationships are complicated. After Jinhua was taken over by Huahuaer, although Zheng Chenghe was used as a puppet, it was announced to the public that Li Yongjun was hiding from the enemy, and Jinhua temporarily changed hands, if it was someone who knew Li Yongjun's details, how could he really believe it, and it was normal to send some people to find out the news.

To Ling Yang and Yao Haitao's surprise, this force seemed to be very powerful, and they kidnapped four guards without a trace, and there was no sound until now, even Yao Haitao's connections and strength, painstakingly investigated, but they couldn't get any news about this force at all, it seemed that this group of people was not the local Taoist master of Jiangjie City at all, so it couldn't help but make people feel very puzzled.

Li Yongjun has been dead for a long time, and even his ashes have been burned by Tianbao, so naturally there is no proof of death. If the flower gives up the golden flower at this time, it will only make people more suspicious, and they can only run it hard. However, Zheng Chenghe must be controlled, once Zheng Chenghe is arrested by that gang, the identities of Huahuaer and Tianbao will probably be exposed immediately.

Ling Yang was planning to deal with the Park family, and he didn't want to make extraneous branches at this juncture, so after a brief discussion with Yao Haitao, he decided to send someone to explore the bottom of that mysterious force, if it was an ordinary Southern Dynasty character, he would immediately nip the trouble in the bud; If the other party has a big background, it is necessary to think about it in the long term and think of another way to deal with it.

Since coming to Jiangjie City, Ling Yang rarely does it himself, as long as his mind moves, there are naturally disciples running for it, and he has already been uncomfortable, so he took the initiative to ask for help, and said that he would investigate the mysterious movements and roots of this guy.

The disciples persuaded to no avail, so they had to follow Ling Yang's wishes, anyway, Ling Yang had an earth-shattering ability, just following a few small minions, he should not encounter too much danger, even if his whereabouts were exposed, he could escape calmly if he encountered a small siege. Ling Yang thought very beautifully, and he had 120,000 confidence in this kind of task that did not require much effort and could take the opportunity to move his muscles and bones.

The two men acted cautiously, and walked around most of the city in Jiangjie City, sometimes riding a rickshaw, sometimes waving a taxi on the street, and even walking around the mall, eating a bowl of hot noodles each, and repeatedly making sure that no one was following them, before riding a motorcycle parked in front of a public newsstand and roaring towards the east of the city.

This time it was hard for Ling Yang.

There weren't many taxis in Jiangjie City, and Lingyang happened to see a row of bicycles neatly parked in the backyard of a state-owned grocery factory, still the kind of 28 cars with front beams. Ling Yang couldn't, seeing that the motorcycle had turned into a small black spot, he had to use the power of his ability to tear off the chain lock on the front wheel of the bicycle, kick his feet violently, and desperately chase the motorcycle in front of him.

In the morning, Ling Yang bought a small mirror at the stall of the two men, and by the way, engraved the breath of the two in his heart. At this time, he used the "Follower" ability, and followed the motorcycle far away, no matter how fast the two men were, they could never escape Ling Yang's shadow.

The farther east, Ling Yang had already passed through the residential area, riding all the way through the barren farmland and the scattered villages in the mountains, and finally after nearly an hour of crazy riding, he finally felt the breath of the two men, which became even stronger, which also meant that only when the target task stopped moving, Ling Yang could feel the distance of tracking getting closer and closer.

Along the highway, every kilometer or so, there is a simple bus stop sign standing on the side of the road, in the extremely backward public transportation of Chaozhi Xianyu, to be able to extend the bus route to the outskirts of the city, it is obviously very difficult. Ling Yang saw that the red letters on the stop sign were marked on the station, getting further and further back, and when there was still one station about to reach the end point, Ling Yang leaned over to take a look, and the end point was marked with the words "Nanchao Institute of Industry and Commerce" in Nanchao and Chinese characters.

The educational undertaking of the Southern Dynasties was very backward, and the college entrance examination, like that in the 90s in China, was still in a crowded state of "thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge."

The people of the Southern Dynasties were generally poor, and they were rarely able to provide for their children to complete a series of studies, from primary school to high school, and there was no compulsory education, so they could only study at their own expense, and the tuition fees for high school and university were even more frighteningly high.

In the whole Southern Dynasties, there were only nine universities in total, and the only business and economic and trade college was set up in Jiangjie City, which was to fancy the favorable conditions of the border city, and there were many foreign students and exchange students in the college, and it was one of the most sacred institutions in Jiangjie City and even in the entire Southern Dynasties, and its status was very transcendent.

The bicycle that Ling Yang stole in a hurry, the tattered saddle, had already been thrown off in the fast ride, and a hollow iron pipe was exposed under the saddle, almost bursting Ling Yang's chrysanthemum. Ling Yang cursed indignantly, so he had to throw the car into the farmland next to the road and limp in the direction of the business college.

Ling Yang was walking with a cold wind, and there was a crisp bicycle bell behind him, a girl riding on a lady's bicycle, with a few thick thread-bound books in the basket, rode to Ling Yang's side, his face was youthful, and he smiled like a silver bell: "Classmate, do you want to take a ride?" ”