At this time, the sound of fighting suddenly sounded in the yard, and when we opened the door, we saw that several guys in the store had been thrown to the ground and were not lightly injured. A young man with a cigar in his mouth walked in from outside, followed by a thug. He glanced at us and asked with a ruffian aura peculiar to the Eight Kings family, "What about my grandfather?" -

Qin Siyan frowned, pulled open his tie and stepped forward: "Wang Dashao, this is the place of 'Yiyuan Zhai', please go back-

The little bastard has the same virtue as his grandfather, he doesn't like to look at people with a straight face, he spit out a cigarette, pointed at Qin Siyan and said, "Come on, clean up-

The fat man and I saw that this was going to be done, and after holding back the anger for a long time, there was finally a place to vent, and the two of them yelled, and without waiting for the grandchildren to understand what was going on, they picked up the broom bench placed in the patio and smashed it all the way. To say that these bodyguards,What they do on weekdays are bullying the good and fearing the evil.,It's estimated that it's been a long time since I've encountered a deadly style of play like me and the fat man.,We suffered a lot of hard injuries in a round.,But they're even worse there.,One of them has fainted to death with a color on his head.。 I originally thought that Qin Siyan was going to suffer, but I didn't expect this scholar to be quite tough, and he and Xiao Wang Ba and the two of them fought from the patio to the front hall, and they were already rolling on the ground.

As the saying goes, people are good at being bullied by others, and horses are good at being ridden, and to deal with such scum, you have to copy the guys and follow them. The guys in the store were infected by our blood, and they picked up the guys and started to fight with the seemingly fierce bodyguards-

You guys are fooling around, stop it all for me! -

Lao Wang Bayi roared as soon as he heard a lion's roar, and our eardrums were about to deaf him. The fat man covered his ears and scolded: "Fuck this old man belongs to a donkey, and his voice is a little louder-

I opened my mouth wide and said to him: "This is internal kung fu, it seems that Lao Wang Ba is a practitioner-

Xiao Wang Bazheng was pressed to the ground by Qin Siyan and beaten up, and when he saw his grandfather coming, he hurriedly called for help. Qin Si glanced at Old Man Wang, sneered, got up, and tied his tie back.

Lao Wang Ba saw that his reactionary troops had been beaten to the ground by the broad masses of the people, and his face turned blue. I secretly gave the fat man a thumbs up, and we both thought it was a beautiful fight.

Lao Wang Ba laughed angrily, walked up to me and said, "Okay, good, worthy of being a good apprentice found by the old ghost." Hmph, I want to see how you can find the overlord seal-After saying that, he walked out of the door with the ears of his turtle grandson.

I asked Uncle Xue what the Overlord Seal was, and he didn't answer us, only said that he was really a hero and a teenager, and praised me for having the demeanor of Boss Sang. Qin Siyan picked up his glasses from the ground and said with a smile: "The two have good skills, I'm afraid that the surname Wang has never been swept like this in his life-

I wiped a handful of blood from my face and said that this is all trivial, when I was fighting bandits in the mountains with the fat man, it was a real tough battle. Compared with the bandits on the mountain, these young master soldiers have not yet broken their milk.

After a night's trouble, we didn't even have time to eat, and the fat man shouted that he was starving. My stomach growled uncontrollably. Uncle Xue patted his head, apologized vigorously, and immediately asked the kitchen to prepare a table of meals.

Before the banquet, Uncle Xue first put a stick of incense on Old Man Sang, and the older people were easily excited, so they said a few words and almost cried. I looked at the table full of chickens, ducks and fish, and the gluttonous worms in my stomach were making a fuss, and I hurriedly brought Uncle Xue back-

Second master, people are iron and steel, and they don't eat hungry for a meal. Come on, you always eat this chicken leg first, replenish some energy, and then go back to cry before you have the confidence - I also tore a chicken leg for myself and gnawed it. Uncle Xue watched us eat one by one, wiped his tears, took the chicken leg and said, "It's okay." Let's eat first, and when we're done, I'll tell you the story of that year. Then you will understand what is going on-

My heart is broken, and it's a crap basket. These elderly people always like to find some opportunities to relate to others. The long pain is better than the short pain, it is better to listen to him now, go back to sleep, and go to Shirley Yang tomorrow morning to explain the matter clearly.

Qin Siyan saw what was on my mind and poured a glass of wine for Uncle Xue: "Second Master Xue, I have been with Sang Lao for so long, and I don't know much about some things. Now that the people of the Wang family have given an ultimatum today, you might as well tell everything you know, so that we can be prepared in our hearts-

As soon as the wine was drunk, Uncle Xue's words increased, and he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Xiaohu, this time it has affected you." Back then, Boss Sang and Boss Wang were young and vigorous, and in order to compete for the position of the head, there was a bloody storm. In order to resolve this grievance, their master hid the seal of the overlord token, hoping that they could work together to achieve their ambitions. Who would have thought that this time would arouse the contradiction between the two. Fortunately, Boss Wang later returned to the United States to inherit the family's property and became a businessman. And Boss Sang has never given up looking for the overlord seal, and he has collected antiques and cultural relics everywhere for so many years, just to find the clues of the master's token-

I asked him if the plaque of Yiyuanzhai was not the overlord seal? Second Master Xue smiled bitterly and said that it was the old man Sang who was angry, and asked people to imitate it according to his memory. Boss Wang also has one there, but it is also a fake, and their master obviously left a ring and a map, and asked them to find a token together. But these two have been fighting for most of their lives, and they have never cooperated once. A few years ago, Mr. Sang said that he wanted to go back to the mainland to have a look, and he made a bet with Boss Wang, saying that if he couldn't find the overlord seal this time, he would remove the plaque of Yiyuan Zhai and add a stove to Lao Wang's house. Unexpectedly, not only did I not find anything, but I even took my life. Speaking of this, Xue Erye scolded the bamboo pole that was eating inside and out, and said that if he encountered it in the future, he would be broken into thousands of pieces.

I said that since the two tokens have to be combined into one to find the Overlord Seal, then why should I be careful about Lao Wang's eight dismantling the store, it's a big deal for us to destroy the ring, he always has the heart and the power to bother with just a map. Uncle Xue was half drunk, and said in a daze: "Destroying the ring, that's a must-do." Boss Sang has spent his whole life in poverty, but he just wants to win the surname Wang once. I, as a brother, can't help him in the end, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed! -After speaking, he hugged the Buddha altar and cried bitterly, and the three of us juniors were also made by him with sour noses, and we didn't know how to comfort them.

The next day, the fat man and I got up early in the morning to go to the museum to find Shirley Young. With the experience of asking for directions last time, this trip can be described as a light car, and I quickly found the place. Last time, I was in a hurry to take a closer look at the museum, but today the sun is high, and it is a good time for autumn to be crisp, and I breathed a few breaths of fresh air, and my mood was suddenly relieved. After all, this is the largest museum in the United States and even in the world, and its collection includes ancient and modern Chinese and Western museums, which have great archaeological value.

Once you're in the museum, you'll walk through a large longitudinal flower bed filled with seasonal yellow tulips. This is where the fat man and I dug in yesterday, and I don't know if the thief hole has been discovered, and the fat man said that we should find a chance to fill it in and destroy the corpse now. I said that if you go in now, you will only be treated as a flower thief. Forget it, if we turn around and get asked, we won't admit it if we kill us, so let's say that those thieves dug it.

Because of the daytime, the museum has received many tourists, and there is a mix of people of all colors. There are many foreigners flashing vigorously with their cameras, which is very lively, and there is no haze of last night at all. The fat man was so hungry for the artifacts on display in the museum that I was about to drool, so in order to prevent the kid from making a mistake, I carried him all the way around the exhibition area and found Shirley Yang's research room.

The place looks more like a medical clinic during the day. After entering, the American girl at the front desk stopped us, and I said to find Shirley Young. She nodded, hung up the phone, and quickly smiled at us, please come in. The fat man praised me for my rapid progress in foreign language, I didn't sue him, in fact, I would have these few sentences in total, and if the girl asked again, she would be allowed to show her stuffing.

The American girl took us into a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows, and I saw that the place was quite spacious, not only with a cowhide sofa, but also a green plantain tree in the corner, so I said to the fat man: "In the rotten capitalist society, the place where the meeting is held has caught up with the government building in my hometown - the fat man said that he felt deeply, took out his pen and prepared to write a line of slogans on the wall of others, and criticize it." We were discussing which sentence to use, when the glass door of the living room was pushed open from the outside, and when we looked back, it was not Shirley Yang, but the policeman who was almost killed by Qin Siyan in the police station that day-Black Helmet.