Yanjing.

This is a dilapidated old alley, with mottled old walls telling historical stories.

In this old alley that exudes the taste of the old decline of the Ming and Qing dynasties, there is a deep courtyard, pavilions and flying stones, the courtyard is quiet, and the entrance hall is several in and out.

It is the early winter, the trees in the courtyard are withered and yellow, and the rockery is crawling with withered old vines, which looks extremely depressed.

After the rockery, turn a corridor and suddenly open up.

You can see a large hall room, which is a conference room.

On the lintel, there is a plaque with four big characters:

It's hard to get confused.

At this time, it was noon, and the room was already full of people, twelve pineapple carved chairs, in clear order, and the chairs already had their owners.

The twelve people whispered and whispered to the people around them.

In the middle of the left hand, a middle-aged man with a beautiful mustache drank tea quietly, and looked at the next group of people from time to time, with an inexplicable look flashing in his eyes.

To the right of this person, the main seat is left empty.

"Brother Fang, long time no see. ”

"I won't tell you anything, my brother has been suffering lately. ”

"Hahaha!"

There was the sound of thin footsteps.

The moustache of his left hand rested on the teacup and coughed lightly.

Everyone immediately sat upright, silent.

After a while, I saw a middle-aged man walking in slowly, the man had a round face, a fat face, big ears, and a smiling face, looking like Maitreya Buddha.

"Mr. Fu. ”

"Mr. Fu!"

"Mr. Fu!"

Everyone hurriedly got up, all with humble smiles on their faces, and greeted them respectfully.

"Hey, sit down, sit down!" Mr. Fu looked like a Buddha, smiled slightly, pressed down with his palm, and said after sitting down: "It's cold enough today, the snow is not cold, and the snow is cold, everyone rushed over and worked hard." ”

Everyone said they didn't dare.

He looked left and right, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "Calling everyone over today, the main reason is that something went wrong in Jiangnan Province, of course, whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, it's hard to say at the moment." ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at the beautiful bearded middle-aged man sitting in the deputy seat, and said, "Changyun, you tell everyone about it." ”

"Okay!" The middle-aged man responded, and said unhurriedly: "A black armor squad was wiped out in Jiangsong, Jiangnan, and the black cat and the green snake were killed in battle. ”

Saying this, Changyun paused and glanced at Mr. Fu, the other party smiled slightly and waved his hand, "Go on, go on." ”

Changyun's heart sank, and he hurriedly confessed.

The rest of the people at the scene were also cold in their hearts, and a black armor team was destroyed, which was not a big deal at all in their eyes, the black armor protector called the black cat died when he died, and it was not a big deal, the key was the green snake.

The black-armored protector codenamed Green Snake, whose real name is Ou Zhentang, and the most important thing is that Ou Zhentang has an uncle named Ou Fanglin, who is one of the five deputy leaders of the alliance.

Ou Fanglin's deputy alliance leader has no children under his knees, and he has always regarded this nephew as his own. Everyone can see that Ou Fanglin's cultivation of this nephew is being cultivated as his successor!

Of course, the most important thing is that Ou Fanglin, the deputy leader of the alliance, is in charge of the secular affairs of the Shura League, and for the sake of convenience, he uses a pseudonym, and he likes to be called by his pseudonym, and this pseudonym is: Mr. Fu.

At this moment, the scene was quiet and terrifying, only the voice of Changyun narrating.

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Everyone had a chill down their spines, looking at Mr. Fu, who was smiling on his face, drinking a sip of tea from time to time, and then sighing with satisfaction, he didn't dare to come out.

Don't look at Mr. Fu's Buddha face, it looks like a Maitreya Buddha, but everyone at the scene is very jealous of this person.

"Now it has been ascertained that the Green Snake Team is carrying out a D-level mission, however, the intelligence is obviously wrong, and the strength of the target person this time is obviously beyond the scope of the Green Snake Team's response. Changyun said coldly.

"The world is difficult, it is not easy to live, people, to live, you have to have some ability. Mr. Fu sighed, shook his head and smiled.

The hearts of everyone at the scene trembled, this sentence, the outer door qing newspaper department was going to roll people's heads.

"The target person, Qin Feng, male, 17 years old, is a senior high school student in Nanhai City. Changyun continued.

"What? just a high school student?!" someone exclaimed, the strength of the black armor squad, even in the face of the peak master of internal strength, can retreat with its whole body, but the whole army is wiped out, and now it is wiped out by a group of high school juniors?!

"Rest easy. Mr. Fu waved his hand and nodded at Changyun, "Go on." ”

The person who exclaimed just now hurriedly sat down and did not speak again, but the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed, and the other eleven people also showed the same puzzled expression.

............

"In addition, our outer disciple Xiao Jianming in Jiangsong, Jiangnan, was killed, and according to investigation, the person who did it was Qin Feng. Changyun paused.

However, Xiao Jianming's body examination was not suspicious, and he was diagnosed with myocardial infarction. ”

"According to the investigation, no one at the scene saw how Qin Feng made a move. ”

Everyone at the scene didn't think so, although they were just the secular power of the Shura League, and their martial arts cultivation was not as good as the inner door, but if they wanted people to kill a person unknowingly, they could do it. These people thought that Qin Feng was using very covert means to attack, but ordinary people couldn't understand it, if they saw the scene at that time, I am afraid they would not be so calm.

However, they are very aware of Mr. Fu's temperament and like his subordinates to be meticulous, and this Changyun is also appreciated by Mr. Fu precisely because of every detail.

"The death of Xiao Jianming, the son of the Xiao family, also provided an opportunity for us to completely control the Xiao family of Jiangsong. ”

"According to investigation, Qin Feng has left Jiangsong and returned to Nanhai. ”

"According to reliable sources, there is a high suspicion that Qin Feng has obtained a heavy treasure from the ruins of Futu. At this moment, Changyun suddenly raised his voice slightly and said.

The facial expressions of everyone at the scene changed, although the official statement of Futu's matter was an earthquake, they naturally knew that this matter was unusual, and the Law Enforcement Hall had been secretly concerned about Futu, as the old opponent of the Law Enforcement Hall, the Shura League had naturally been concerned about it, so the Shura League also highly suspected that Futu's matter was very mysterious.

The news that came before was that the ruins of Futu were extremely huge, and it would take time to completely clean them up, but I didn't expect such news to come now.

"Is the information reliable?" someone immediately asked eagerly.

Mr. Fu's son and nephew were killed, and they were just worried that Mr. Fu would be angry and implicated, but the unearthing of Futu and heavy treasures was a real benefit.

"Indeed!" Changyun glanced at this person and said, but he sneered in his heart, these people from all over the world only thought about their own interests, and sooner or later they had to cleanse themselves.

"Mr. Changyun continues, you continue. The man smiled and said.

"It's gone. Changyun said slowly.

This person's face changed, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Everybody's here to talk about it. Mr. Fu smiled, his eyes narrowed into a line, "Let's talk, let's talk about it, brainstorming." ”

A Buddha smile on his face, like the warm winter sun.