"I can't beg for mercy!"

"It seems that you are not very suitable for running errands, and in the second half of your life, the bed is more suitable for you!"

On Fan Long's forehead, sweat rained down.

Mouthed shouting.

"No...... Not ......"

Greasy uncle just talked.

grabbed Fan Long's neckline and almost lifted him up.

And that Fan Long finally spoke at this time, but said a cruel word.

"I ...... I don't care about you...... Who are you...... Today...... You...... You dare to touch me...... Jumbo Hall will not let you go......"

The greasy uncle sneered.

"I really don't have a long memory!"

While the greasy uncle was talking, Fan Long quietly took out a dagger.

In the night, the cold light sparkled.

At the moment when Fan Long was about to make a move, the greasy uncle punched him with a backhand, and with a bang, it had already smashed on Fan Long's back.

This move is exactly the same as Cheng Hu's trick!

Fan Long screamed.

And the greasy uncle's hand was released, and Fan Long fell to the ground, like a puddle of mud.

Several others, with very light steps, seemed to want to escape.

However, at this time.

The greasy uncle turned his head and looked at Fan Long's few remaining men.

"Stop!"

Two words, as if the method of fixation.

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

He was drenched in cold sweat on his forehead, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at the greasy uncle's face at all.

At this time.

The greasy uncle spoke.

"Go over and get your cars out of the way!"

Hearing this, these people immediately went over as if they had been pardoned, and moved the vehicles blocking the road one by one. The greasy uncle covered 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 and left this place.

On the way back.

Zhang Yi asked.

"Uncle, is your waist really fine?"

The greasy uncle smiled awkwardly.

"There's really nothing wrong with that, people don't all like this when they get old, lack of exercise. I'll go back to the whole plaster, and I guess I'll be fine after a few days. ”

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

This greasy uncle looks like he is forty or fifty years old. If he is younger, it is estimated that his skills should be similar to Cheng Hu.

Martial arts is the same as sports, and it is not okay to be old.

At the age of forty or fifty, compared with the age of thirty and in the prime of life, although the fighting skills may be more proficient, there must be a difference in strength and agility.

Of course.

This comparison is also based on the same talent conditions.

For example, just now, so many people, all of them are strong guys, but they are far inferior to a greasy uncle in his forties and fifties, which is crushing 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 there was no expression, who the hell was he.

So.

Zhang Yi asked.

"Uncle, did Cheng Hu ask 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 shot just now, so Zhang Yi feels that there must be a blood relationship between them.

The greasy uncle did not hesitate and nodded directly.

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

"He said that you went to Panjiayuan to visit the night market today, worried that you would encounter danger, and he had urgent matters, and it was really difficult to get out for the time being, so he asked me to come over."

And then.

Zhang Yi asked again.

"That'...... Are you Cheng Hu's brother? ”

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

The greasy uncle really waved his hand, he said.

"That's not it, Ah Hu is just over twenty-seven, and I'll be fifty soon, I'm his third uncle!"

After saying that, Uncle Greasy seemed to think of something again.

He looked at Zhang Yi and spoke.

"I've heard Xiaohu mention you!"

"Really? What did he say? ”

Zhang Yi asked.

"He used two words, magical!"

After speaking, the greasy uncle said again.

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

Zhang Yi said directly.

"The cup is a Warring States crystal cup, and from the state of it, there are traces of pulp oxidation, which should be a heirloom of the Warring States period. That plate, however, is average, it should be a small leak, hundreds of thousands should be there. As for that painting, it is Tang Bohu's Stone Forest Summer Picture, the one with the dark paragraph. ”

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

"Little one, you really live up to your reputation! I'll give you something later. ”

Zhang Yi was a little surprised, so he asked.

"What's that?"

"You'll find out when you get back!"

The greasy uncle has sold a pass, could it be that he also missed it?

It is estimated that in another one or two minutes, he will be able to reach the villa, so Zhang Yi does not have to rush for a while.

I thought about it for a moment and asked again.

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

The greasy uncle nodded directly in affirmative.

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

Zhang Yi was thinking.

Since the greasy uncle is Cheng Hu's third uncle, presumably, the relationship between him and Cheng Hu is quite close. Otherwise, Cheng Hu would not have looked for his third uncle to protect Zhang Yi this time.

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

"Third uncle, Ah Hu, he is usually in Los Angeles. Over there, the guy he's been following, do you know who it is? ”

Since he is Cheng Hu's third uncle, Zhang Yi also called. Zhang Yi has always been very curious about the "ink feud" on his mobile phone.

The greasy uncle thought for a moment and asked.

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

Zhang Yi nodded in affirmation, he had heard Cheng Hu mention the Hongxi Tea House, and they would usually be over there.

"The person you're talking about should be Mochen."

"Ink dust? Who is he? ”

Zhang Yi continued to ask, obviously, this third uncle of Cheng Hu knew some truths.

"His current identity, on the Los Angeles side, is a bit complicated, and I don't know the specifics. However, when he was here in Beicheng before, he was a member of the Mo family. ”

At this point, the greasy uncle paused, he looked at Zhang Yi and asked.

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

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

"Ancient Gate Eight Veins, what is it?"

The greasy uncle hesitated slightly, as if thinking, and then, he replied.

"The eight veins of the ancient gate refer to the eight families in the antique collecting industry, from ancient times to the present, almost in every dynasty, several of the eight veins of the family will enter the WTO, control some things of this era, and even, can lead the historical development of that era."