The guise of the Supreme Heaven Yun Clan is still very useful, and after the Underworld Centurion showed the official document issued by the Yun Clan, Chu Tian entered the Demon Slayer City very smoothly, and smoothly took over a shop covering an area of thousands of acres in the core business area of the Demon Slayer City less than a thousand miles away from the thin white divine light.

The empty shop was spotless, the walls were clean, not even a stool remained, and it was as clean as a dog food bowl that had been licked by tens of thousands of vicious dogs.

"I like Yun's serious and competitive style...... Really!"

Standing in the empty lobby of the store, Chu Tian crossed his hands on his hips and looked down at the floor that could be wiped as a mirror.

This shop belonged to the Yun Clan, and it was originally a shop that specialized in selling all kinds of powerful disposable lightning bombs, but for the Yun Clan, it was just an insignificant part of their vast industry in the Chaos Domain.

Gongsun Langlang borrowed this shop from Xuanyu Jun, and I don't know if someone within the Yun clan deliberately embarrassed Xuan Yujun, or if the shopkeeper of this shop was 'too serious', and actually cleaned this shop so cleanly, not even a little of the most basic utensils were left for Chu Tian.

"Bastard thing!" The Darkhorn Centurion's eyes suddenly turned a terrifying black, and he turned around to catch up with the shopkeeper who had just left and had just completed the handover procedures with Chu Tian, and gave him a little color.

"That's enough!" Chu Tian stopped the Centurion's impulse, and he said in a deep voice: "That's fine, everything is clean, let's start everything from scratch, and it's just right for this seat to take care of this shop completely according to his own mind." ”

With his hands behind his back, he walked around the shop in a radius of thousands of acres, and Chu Tian's mind kept recalling the bounty he had seen on the Demon Slaying Blood List just now. Are the Zhensanzhou bandits from the Zhensanzhou Gangsters? Are they really them? Dragon King, Fox Lao, Tiger Daddy? Could it really be them? Is it really such a coincidence that I heard from them in this chaotic world?

If not, how could it be so coincidental? The name is the Zhensanzhou bandits, the body of the three leaders, and it also happens to be a dragon, a fox, and a tiger?

Chu Tian couldn't help but want to inquire about the relevant news, but he quickly thought of the information about the Chaos Heaven Domain that he had obtained from the Yun Clan, and he quickly pressed this impulse - the area of the Chaos Heaven Domain was extremely vast, covering an area almost the size of tens of thousands of Lingqiao Heavenly Court's general territories, and the internal terrain was extremely complex.

Finding a specific target here is 10,000 times more difficult than finding a needle in the ocean.

"Power, money, intelligence...... If all the conditions are in place, you will be more sure to find someone. Chu Tian circled around the store, and finally returned to the entrance of the store's lobby, took a few steps back and retreated to the street, looked up at the lintel that had been removed from the plaque and became smooth, and pointed to the centurion of the Dark Horn casually.

"Well, who, go find a shop, order a large gilt plaque with a red background that is grand enough, and use it...... Just use the words ......'Great Prison Temple'!" Chu Tian hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled very proudly.

The three words of the Great Prison Temple are only known to Chutian's relatives and friends, and among the great heavenly clan, in addition to Luo'er, only Zi Wanzhong, Qingyang and others who have investigated Chutian's background know.

As long as Chu Tian could make the name of 'Great Prison Temple' resound throughout the Chaos Domain, he was not afraid that those old friends would not take the initiative to come to the door.

Laughing, laughing, Chu Tian suddenly raised his head and glanced at the Underworld Centurion fiercely: "That, who...... Are you going to work? Is it very difficult to order a big plaque? Do you still want me to teach you? Or do you think this seat is easy to bully, you want to be lazy and grind foreign workers, and you want to be a bad slave and bully your master?"

Chu Tian's left and right eyes suddenly changed color, his left eye was golden, his right eye was silver, and the power of the Taiyin Sun was boiling and surging in his body, ready to go, if the Underworld Centurion dared to say anything that made him dissatisfied, Chu Tian would not mind killing him, and select a few well-behaved and obedient people from among the Underworld Horn warriors under him.

The Horn Centurion looked at Chu Tian very stupidly, and he spread his hands helplessly: "My name is Jiao Branding, the branding of the soldering iron...... This, Lord Luo, I'm ...... The brothers of our Underworld clan are experts in killing, arson, burning, killing and looting, what kind of customized plaques and the like...... What's a plaque?"

Jiao Yan looked at Chu Tian very carefully, lest Chu Tian get angry. After all, their life and death were in Chu Tian's hands.

The Hades Horn warriors also looked at Chu Tian very carefully, holding their breath one by one, and squeezed out a stiff and ugly smile with great difficulty.

Chu Tian looked at this group of guys with an average height of three feet and six feet, and they were covered with knotted muscles: "What do you learn on weekdays?

"Murder and arson!" Kakuki smirked.

"Burn, kill, loot!" the reckless men smiled brightly.

"Ten thousand broken corpses!" Hornbrand laughed and bumped his shoulders with a group of brothers.

"Cramps and peels!" the reckless men laughed merrily, and they almost jumped up and cheered loudly with their arms in mind, as if they had thought of something amusement.

Chu Tian's face darkened, and he muttered: "The Yun clan is really serious about doing things, saying that it is to give me a team of guards, but it is really just a group of guards, this group of guys, if you want them to do something else, it is impossible!"

Shaking his head, Chu Tian sighed, beckoned to Jiao Xuan, and then turned around and left.

This is simply the core, the largest, and the most complete commercial area of Demon Slayer City, with a few Underworld Horn Warriors who blow their noses and stare at each other, and have the official documents issued by the Yun Clan, Chu Tian smoothly purchased a batch of basic living materials and ordered a batch of equipment that can be used for future business.

The chaotic realm is extremely chaotic, countless people explode every day, countless people lose their lives every day, countless people are lucky every day, and countless people are unlucky every day.

In the slave area of the commercial district, Chu Tian happened to encounter a group of 'boutique' slaves being auctioned off on the street, so he built a high platform on the side of the road, and nearly 8,000 men, women, and children stood on the stage with dead faces, trembling one by one, and a few girls with bright eyes and bright teeth kept making a slight sobbing sound.

Next to the high platform, a wolf-headed man with his upper body exposed and scars all over his body howled hysterically: "People who know the goods are here, are there any people who know the goods?" The 170,000-year-old Fu Leaf Shop, which has been open in the Ninth District, has been packaged and sold from shopkeepers to miscellaneous servants!"

"Hey, hey, do you know the goods? This is a whole set of people up and down the Lingye store, as long as you buy it back, you can immediately open a big store!" the wolf-headed man jumped and roared, but no one on the road looked at this side.