"I'm a member of the headquarters, and I have the right, the obligation, and the responsibility to supervise anyone who plots against the headquarters."

"And that includes you!"

"Fuck you!"

Another cloudburst bomb exploded in Hall 3, making the already shaky scene boil again!

Everyone's frightened and horrified looks and expressions intensified again, as if they had seen a powerful ghost Shura!

Ran Hong was miserable!

I was so angry that I was trembling, I was so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, I was so angry that I gritted my teeth, and I was so angry that I rushed to the crown.

His eye sockets almost collapsed, his eyes were red like a man-eating demon, and his breathing was like rolling thunder!

I just looked at Ran Hong coldly, staring at him without blinking. Count the countdown in my heart.

I'm waiting for Ran Hong to blow up his hair and hit me.

No matter what I said, no one, including the Buddha and the Buddha, could not stand it.

As long as he dares to do it, then next, I will be 10,000% sure that this Yuanren Autumn Hunting Picture will be destroyed!

Not only do I want to destroy this Yuanren Autumn Hunting Map, but I can also use this reason to directly kill the Dragon family!

But I didn't wait for Ran Hong to go crazy.

To be precise, someone interrupted Ran Hong's madness.

"Ran Mi. Mr. Zhao has arrived."

A sudden call saved Ran Hong and woke him up.

Ran Hong looked at me like a hungry wolf, but I was not afraid at all, and I stared straight at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there are twenty-five minutes left for the headquarters meeting to open. Please move to the main hall on the third floor."

The melodious and tactful voice of the concierge lady came, and the guests walked away like Feng Lunyin, only hating their parents for missing two feet.

"Ran Mi. Please follow me. Mr. Zhao is waiting for you."

Ran Hongqiang poured his anger into the sky, gritted his teeth, and went away with the beautiful concierge who was one meter eight tall.

In the blink of an eye, the entire No. 3 hall was empty, as if nothing had happened.

Old meanness is the last wave to go.

After beating Ran Hong, my eyes immediately moved to the old despicable face, staring at the old despicable.

This time, he only beat Ran Hong, the dog of the Long family, and Ning Cheng and Liu Yicong, but the old despicable miraculously escaped.

When I stared at the old mean, the old meanness was still playing dead.

It's just that his oxygen inhalation looks very pleasant.

Just now, when all the masters and experts were applauding the Yuanren Autumn Hunting Map, I was the only one who understood the old despicable certification language.

The old despicable said that the Yuanren Autumn Hunting Picture is indeed a rare royal collection of the Aixin Jueluo family.

But the old despicable has never said the word genuine.

That's the power of this old pig dog.

If he dared to say the real thing, then his face would be gone today, and his reputation would be ruined.

At the moment when Liu Yicong was about to leave, the old despicable opened his eyes and collided with my eyes.

At this moment, what I saw in the old despicable eyes was a mysterious smile and the pleasure of a successful female!

I secretly barked at the old pig dog!

Needless to say, I was taken advantage of by the old despicable.

The trick he played dead was called Wolf Hunt.

The purpose of the old pig and dog pretending to be deaf and dumb and pretending to be dead was to let me fight with the Xia family.

This move, in addition to driving away the wolf, also kills people with a knife!

Lend me this knife to kill the Xia family.

Borrow my knife again to kill the dragon family.

It's so calculating.

No matter who I kill with this knife, he will sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight!

No matter how the Xia family and the Long family deal with me, he has nothing to do with himself!

I was beaten to death, and he was the happiest. Look at the book

Ginger is still old and spicy.

At this point, I have to admire the old meanness.

Sing it here

I have been leading the way for more than ten years, and I have been in the wind and clouds for more than ten years, and I am still a free and easy immortal if I can live until now, and I do have his exclusive secret recipe.

After the old despicable left, there were only a few suit-mounted guards and three or five spectators who were still gathered around the Yuanren Autumn Hunting Map to watch in the entire No. 3 Hall.

In the process of I angrily scolding the audience, these few spectators stood at the outermost distance and witnessed the whole process.

"How do you know it's a fake?"

A cigarette was handed to me, and the old knife boss lit it again.

"Haven't you ever eaten pork, haven't you ever seen a pig run?"

The old knife boss had a straight face, and I was a little unhappy with my reply.

The leopard king next to him said, "He can't recognize anything fake at a glance, and the Divine Bureau Special Institute won't fight for him."

The old knife boss snorted. Suddenly, he whispered to me, "Can you calculate that this painting is fake?"

This question......

Something new!

The crazy critics of the Hanlin Academy are really different from ordinary people!

The Leopard King glared at the old knife boss sideways: "Boss. How much have you drunk today? If you can use three coins to calculate the truth or falsehood, then why do you need to be sloppy and with us people?"

"I asked him, but I didn't ask you. It's a technical thing, you don't understand."

The Leopard King rolled his eyes suddenly.

The old knife boss said lazily: "Even the stock market trend can be trigrammed, but the authenticity of ancient paintings can't work? Ten thousand laws come from one, and different paths lead to the same end. I'm right, little boy."

The Leopard King's eyes rolled up again, and it seemed that he was about to fall down in the next second.

I frowned at the old knife boss's nickname for me, but calmly responded, "Theoretically, it can be counted."

Hearing this, the Leopard King gasped and looked at me stunned, like an idiot.

The old knife boss's eyes were full of excitement, and his hands were clasped with ten fingers, and he couldn't wait to try: "What kind of algorithm?"

I said lightly, "Fifty percent true or false. The truth is dry, and the fake is kun. From heaven to earth, from earth to man, from man to thing, with two plates of position, hour, and movement, one door moving and eight doors moving, it is not difficult to calculate."

"That's how the song of the first horse class is calculated."

When these words came out, the Leopard King was completely confused. And the old knife boss immediately squinted his eyes and said something reasonable, and then frowned, and instantly indulged in it.

In less than half a minute, hot sweat broke out on the forehead of the old knife boss, and his mouth began to babble nonsense.

I immediately slapped the old knife boss and said in a deep voice: "One hexagram a day, don't be greedy."