The peddler was stunned for a moment: "You know that, too. He stood on tiptoe and leaned over to the man in the black cloak, "This is what I'm doing...... The warehouse is a bit remote. ”

He was a little reluctant to leave the stall here.

The man in black's slender fingertips nudged forward and pushed a card through.

This is a black card with a golden line on the side, which shows the dignity of this card.

The bank's black card, which has at least 10 million deposits in the card.

The peddler's eyes lit up slightly.

"I need a lot of it." The man in the black cloak spoke slowly: "If you sell here for one night today, you won't have more than a fraction of what you bought." ”

The man tilted his head slightly, his voice was low and cold, and he had the usual commanding tone of a superior: "Take me to the warehouse." ”

The peddler hesitated, glanced at the black card again, and then closed the stall and said politely, "You come with me." ”

The location of the warehouse was a little far away, and the peddler walked crookedly in the alley for a long time before leading the black-cloaked man to a house.

The house was somewhat dilapidated, moss-crawling all over the walls, and looked in disrepair and uninhabited.

The peddler looked left and right to make sure that there was no one around, and then opened the door carefully: "Don't blame us for being cautious, we do this business, and we make all the money we make from our lives." ”

The man in the black cloak nodded slightly, his slender fingertips tugging at the huge hood, his voice was cool and light, and he asked nonchalantly, "So this place is safe?" ”

The peddler patted his chest and packed the ticket with him: "It's safe!" I've been here for so long, and I've never seen the police come - hmm! ”

The peddler's eyes widened.

The slender, fair, and beautiful hand landed lightly on his neck, and the fingertips were slightly closed.

The man sighed lightly, "Since it's safe here." ”

With a slight push on his fingertips, the peddler rolled his eyes and fainted in his hands.

The black-cloaked man let go of his hand and let the vendor fall to the ground, then he lifted his hand and gently lifted his hood, revealing a face that was almost ghostly.

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Shen Jiu sat in front of the cash register, playing a game casually.

This is a puzzle game, with a very arrogant name, called a game that no one clears.

Shen Jiu lazily clicked the screen a few times, and it didn't take long to beat the game to the last level.

She clicked to the final level, glanced nonchalantly at the screen, and then sat up slightly straight.

[Level Description: It's the first year of the Holy Era, and your current identity is - the food that is about to be given to the Blood Clan]

[Level Objective: Successfully Kill the King of the Bloodline]

【Click here for details】

Shen Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and was about to go down, when he heard a sudden commotion outside, and the sound of the whistle almost resounded throughout the street.

She furrowed her eyebrows, stopped the game, and headed for the door.

There was a lot of noise outside the door, and Shen Jiu vaguely heard someone saying "dead man" and "the same way of dying before".

She frowned, and was about to see what was going on, when she heard a noise and two policemen entered the convenience store.

A policeman walked straight over, put the handcuffs on Shen Jiu's wrists, and said in a businesslike tone: "I'm sorry, we suspect that you have something to do with a homigre, please come with us." ”