In the back row, a middle-aged man in a black tunic had straight eyes, staring at the black iron bullet deeply embedded in the back of the chair, swallowing his saliva with difficulty, and cold sweat broke out involuntarily on his forehead.

The subordinate who was sitting in the back row with him next to him had a frightened face, his lips trembled, and he stammered when he spoke, "Zhou...... Zhou Ye...... This ......."

Looking at the driver in the front row moaning in pain, his subordinates turned pale with fright.

The iron marble just now was clearly grazed his temple and shot into the back of the chair!

If this is even a little bit higher, how can he still have a life?

The middle-aged man he called Zhou Ye trembled with his hands, pulled out the iron bullet from the back of the leather chair, looked at it carefully, and his face gradually turned blue.

He opened the car door with a flustered shaking hand, walked up to Zhang Qixun, raised the iron bullet in his hand in front of him, and asked in a suppressed voice, "Where did you get this thing?"

Zhang Jixun raised his eyebrows, "Surprised? The owner of this thing is gone, and if I pick it up, it's naturally mine, so I can take it out and use it occasionally, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it."

Zhou Ye's face trembled, and he swallowed the dirty words in his mouth with difficulty, "This ...... Yu Ye, how did you know that something happened to the owner of this iron projectile?"

Zhang Qixun's expression was innocent, and he said seriously: "I was on the side at the time, otherwise do you think, with Chen Pi's temperament, how could he not be born for so long to take care of the little miscellaneous things behind your back."

Zhou Ye's face changed a few times, and he smiled a little, "Yu Ye said that he laughed, by the way, you said that the third master had surgery and was recuperating, and it has been so long, we are our brothers, we have to visit."

"I want to go to see the third master......" Zhang Qixun stretched his voice and glanced at him contemptuously, "Is the account book ready?" Don't count it when the time comes, the third master's methods, I think you should know better than me."

Zhang Qixun's meaning is very clear, that is, although the third master is not here for the time being, he is clear about their private Xiao Jiujiu, and if he wants to do things, he has to weigh whether his little life is hard enough.

The third master can even design and clean up the old rivers and lakes like Chen Pi and Ah Si, and it is easy to deal with a few of their stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

If you want to get real, none of them can escape.

"A word of advice to you, before the third master gets angry, quickly wipe your buttocks clean, you still have to be clear about how many pounds and taels you have, but don't be fooled, you don't know how high the sky is and how thick it is."

The smile on Zhang Qixun's face was completely put away, and with a twist of his wrist, two iron bullets appeared in his palm, dangling in his hand a few times like a plate of walnuts, squinting at him, "I don't know if your head is hard with glass."

Feeling the killing intent emerging from Zhang Qixun's body, Zhou Ye involuntarily took a step back, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, he quickly lowered his eyelids, and said with a sneer: "What Yu Ye said is that the brothers will go back to check the accounts, and they will definitely give the third master a satisfactory answer when the time comes."

The so-called Zhou Ye in front of him is actually a marginal figure of the group over there, who was temporarily pulled out to be tempted.

It's a pity that Zhang Ji didn't get in when he looked for oil and salt, and Zhou Ye also knew that he had encountered hard stubble this time, and a stiff smile appeared on his face, "I bother you to tell the third master, take care of your body, and when the third master recovers, my brothers will make an appointment to visit his old man's house together, and I will leave first."

After speaking, without waiting for Zhang Qixun to respond, he hurriedly got on the big gold cup opened by his subordinates like a fire burning his buttocks, beckoned people to hula and get into the car, and ran away without a trace as soon as he slipped away.

I guess I went back to report the situation to the gang behind me.

Zhang Qixun threw the iron bullet in his hand and snorted in disgust, "A plate of loose sand."

He turned to Da Kui and said, "Okay, put the knives back, what should you do?"

Da Kui and the others cheered a few times, and looked at Zhang Qixun's eyes with admiration.

In the evening, Pan Zi came from the old house to take a look at the situation here, and saw that the matter had been resolved, so he invited Zhang Qixun and the little brother to have a meal, and then left in a hurry, it seemed that the situation on his side was more tricky.

Zhang Qixun didn't inquire, and lived directly in the cubicle of the inner hall of the shop with the little brother that night.

On the second day, the two went to the other halls of the third master to inspect, found the sabotage, and gave them a loving education, and then found out who they were sent by the little minions, and went directly to the door and removed their signs.

In extraordinary times, you have to use some special means.

Before the sun set, the news that there were two Yama gods under the command of Wu Sanye spread all over Star City.

A white-clothed ghost, a black-clothed mask, one carrying a dragon's back knife, picked seven main halls in one day, and came out as he wanted, unscathed, with no ash on his body, and cut the signboard at the door.

No matter how good the guy is, he can't do three tricks in the hands of the two, either breaking his arm or breaking his leg.

For a while, all the underground leaders in Star City were in danger, especially those who had done things secretly, and they closed their doors one after another, and surrounded their subordinates, for fear that one would hinder the eyes of those two evil gods and make people remember to kill them.

Zhang Qixun and the two of them also lived up to expectations, and those who had a little bit to do with this matter were "visited" by him and his little brother one by one.

At the same time, the news that Wu Sanye was just temporarily recuperating also spread, and those people were convinced of this.

After all, on the territory of Star City, apart from Wu Sanye, who else can make such a big deal and hire such two "Bodhisattvas".

At the same time, Zhang Qixun also took out the pressure box treasure in his space.

A three-foot-long "Gathering Fire Divine Bird Blood Jade Ruyi" taken out of the altar of the Qinling Divine Tree.

Blood jade is already precious, not to mention this kind of thousand-year-old jade soaked in blood, if it is placed in the auction house, the starting price will not be less than 100 million.

Such a treasure can be regarded as the dragon's back in the dragon's back.

It is completely overkill to put it in the hall of Wusan Province to press the field.

With this thing suppression, those Xiaoxiao completely disappeared.

However, this thing can't be easily shot, and after appearing once in front of everyone, and after shocking them fiercely, it was put away by Zhang Qixun.

A few days later, all the halls of Wu Sanye were reopened, and everything was calm.

This time the crisis has disappeared so quietly.

Everyone knows in their hearts that even if they don't show up, Wu Sanye's prestige is still there, and they can't tolerate others to make irresponsible remarks.

After staying in Star City for a few more days, I received a call from Wu Xiaoxie saying that they had found some eyebrows over there.

Zhang Qixun and the two said goodbye to Pan Zi and returned to Hangzhou.

Before leaving, Zhang Qixun also left all the treasures that existed in the space and were taken from the Queen Mother of the West last time to Pan Zi.

Wu Xiaoxie and the fat man had already gone to the capital first.

Zhang Qixun deposited all his savings into one account, and then took his little brother to the capital by plane to meet Wu Xiaoxi.

The fat man drove to pick them up, and then they stayed at a hotel near the Crescent Hotel, two blocks away.

Wu Xiaoxie told the situation during this period of time, and said, "There are still three days left in the time agreed with Huo Xiangu, so let's take advantage of this time to prepare."

The fat man is a small snake in Pan Jiayuan and Liulichang, and he is very familiar with the capital, so he analyzed some forces in the capital for Zhang Qixun in advance.

Three days later, in the hotel room.

Zhang Qixun looked at the fat man's suit, which was obviously one size smaller, and the buttons were tied together, and he was helpless to support his forehead.

Wu Xiaoxie on the side was wearing a suit that was obviously a little old-fashioned and did not fit the bookish atmosphere on his body, and said depressedly: "Dead fat man, what kind of store did you introduce, the suit you made doesn't fit me at all, this is too stumbling."

The fat man smacked his lips and twisted the tie around his neck, "Isn't it cheap, we don't have much start-up capital, so we can save it."

Zhang Qixun waved his hand helplessly, "Take off this ghost thing on you two, it's too ugly."

Wu Xiaoxie looked in the mirror, and it was really bad, "There is no way now, we can only settle for it, we have inquired, and the place of the Crescent Moon Hotel wants to enter."

and can only wear formal clothes."

The fat man straightened his bright back in the mirror, turned his head to see that Zhang Qixun and the little brother were still wearing casual clothes, and asked, "Where are your clothes?" Why don't you change it, the rules of the Crescent Moon Hotel are strict, even if you are the king of heaven and the son of the rich country, you can't enter with pants on."

"I expected you to be unreliable." Zhang Qixun was confident, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "It's here."

As soon as the words fell, the landline on the bedside table rang.

Zhang Qixun walked over and picked it up, "Okay, you let them send it up."

Wu Xiaoxie was puzzled, "What is it?"

"I went out two days ago and got us custom-made clothes." Zhang Jixun got up and went to open the door.

After checking and signing the list, send off the special personnel.

Zhang Qixun beckoned Wu Xiaoxie and them to dismantle the white wood moire box on the coffee table.

Just from the packaging, you can see that it is well-made and absolutely extraordinary.

The fat man quickly opened the box marked with his own size, took out the handmade black suit that was ironed neatly inside, and lay down, "Big money, Muyu, this brand fat man has heard of, and it is said that the clothes he made out are often ten thousand yuan."

Zhang Qixun also opened his box and explained: "Only when you wear it out like this can you have a row, we are new to the city, and we can't compare with those old residents with deep roots, at least not to be underestimated."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's put it on quickly." Zhang Qixun urged.

The four of them changed their clothes and adjusted their ties and accessories in front of the mirror.

Four black and silver ties, with silver gradient gemstone cuffs, are noble and restrained.

Zhang Qi folded the square scarf, helped the little brother put it in his pocket, patted him on the shoulder, and praised with a smile: "Our little brother is really stylish."

In addition to the fat man, Zhang Qixun's figures are all excellent, and the fitted suits bring out their respective temperaments.

The little brother's face was expressionless, cold and cold, and there was a faint alienation like a mountain and a fog and pine.

Zhang Qixun was so eye-catching just looking at that face, the smile in the peach blossom eyes converged, and under the backdrop of the formal wear, the extravagant and reserved room was a little more calm and solemn.

The fat man stood there, with a straight face, and his tiger eyes lifted, how do he look like the kind of bigwig who copies the other party's whole family if he doesn't agree with him.

Wu Xiaoxie's underwear shirt is white, and the other three are all black.

Zhang Qixun pushed the gold-rimmed glasses to his face and teased, "What a handsome, fresh and refined little Langjun."

Wu Xiaoxie rolled his eyes angrily, and his gentle and restrained temperament was cut in half, "Why are the three of you all black, and I am the only one?"

Zhang Qixun patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are our protagonist today, the three of us are all auxiliaries, and the protagonist is naturally a little different."

Wu Xiaoxie twisted left and right in the mirror, and heheed, "Don't say it, as soon as this dress is put on, I feel as if I am several degrees handsome."

The fat man pushed the sunglasses on his face and grinned, "Don't say it, the four of us are really handsome in this dress, or Muyu, you are reliable."

Zhang Qixun swept around them, confirmed that there were no mistakes, glanced at the time, and said, "Let's go."

Take the elevator down to the lobby, and as soon as you walk out, almost all the people around you are attracted to them, and they completely become the focus of the crowd.

The fat man raised his chin slightly, and walked with a high spirit, as if he was going to inspect the people's affairs.

"Fatty, this way." Out of the hotel gate, the fat man was about to go to the original parking place, Zhang Qixun hurriedly stopped him.

"Our car is here." Zhang Qixun shook the key in his hand, pressed the unlock, and a pure white Mercedes-Benz SUV not far away called twice.

After getting into the car, the fat man sat in the driver's seat, drove the car out of the parking area, and sighed, "When did you kid buy the car?"

Zhang Qixun shook his head, "I didn't buy it, I rented it, and I don't live in the capital permanently, what do I do when I buy a car."

The car quickly drove to the entrance of the Crescent Hotel.

The fat man parked the car and the four got out of the car.

Looking at the quaint and magnificent Crescent Moon Hotel in front of him, Wu Xiaoxie had never been to this place before, and he was inexplicably a little nervous.

The fat man patted him with relief, and stretched out his hand to point at Zhang Qixun and the two, "What are you afraid of, with these two here, can Old Lady Huo still eat you?" Relax, I'm sure I'll bring it out in its entirety."

Wu Xiaoxie couldn't help but laugh, "It's like we're bandits, and the rules still have to be followed."

Zhang Qixun laughed in his heart when he heard this, and said in his heart that in the past hundred and ten years, they were the only ones who ignored the rules and dared to fight and grab things in the Crescent Hotel.

The fat man led them to the elevator to the third floor.

The entrance is the antique lobby, carved and jade, and there are two welcoming guys at the door.

The fat man went up and talked, pointing to Wu Xiaoxie and introduced, "The little master of the Wu family in Changsha."

The guy glanced Wu Xiaoxie up and down, with a polite and formulaic smile on his face, "The elegant seat is still the lobby."

Wu Xiaoye looked at his watch, estimated the time he had agreed with Huo Xiangu, and was about to speak.

Seeing that the guy's face changed, he directly bypassed the four of them, and said respectfully to a young man in a pink shirt who had just stepped out of the elevator, "Master, old position?"

The person who came didn't speak, just looked at Wu Xiaoxie with a little confusion and surprise, and then looked at Zhang Qixun and the little brother behind Wu Xiaoxie, with a little sudden realization in his expression.