Chapter 16

"Let's go and show me!"

Su Qin quickly got on the bus and went all the way to the most prosperous commercial street in Rongcheng. There are many high-rise buildings and lots of traffic here. It can be said that every inch of land is worth every inch of money.

And wangbeilou is located in such a golden area.

Under the leadership of Jin Mao, Su Qin entered the dining room on the top of Wangbei building. It was full of antique atmosphere, giving people a scholarly atmosphere.

"Mr. Su, brother Biao is waiting for you in there!"

The golden hair was only sent to the door. Su Qin nodded and pushed the door in.

There was a big round table with two people sitting on it. There was a bald man and an old man with white hair. The big man and another young man stood upright behind them.

"Mr. Su, you are here at last. I'm waiting for you." Bereaved Biao's injury has not yet healed, but seeing Su Qin come in, he immediately gets up and goes forward to greet him, without the arrogance of the boss.

Su Qin is also a forthright person. He sat down and asked with a smile, "brother Biao, you're in a hurry to ask me to come here before he's hurt. What's the matter?"

Mourning Biao laughed two times, sat back on his seat and said with a smile, "don't worry, eat first! The river fresh in wangbeilou is the best in Rongcheng

The host was so polite that he became a guest.

The old man with white hair who sat on the seat had never looked straight at him since Su Qin came in. He was arrogant. At this time, as soon as his voice fell, he raised his hand and said:

"Brother Biao, I won't eat any rice. Please tell me what happened when you asked me to come here."

oh Is this old man invited by mourning Biao?

Su Qin couldn't help looking at this guy. He was a little surprised. The other side revealed his strength. The old man was also a man of cultivation. However, Su Qin can't judge this person's strength.

"Mr. Fan said yes!"

As if he didn't give him face, although his face changed, he didn't dare to reply, so he had to stand up and say:

"I have invited two experts to come here today to help solve a problem."

With that, mourning Biao winked at the big man. He took out something. After it was unfolded, it was a black flag with a face painted with the fangs of a young man.

Su Qin's eyebrows wrinkled. Isn't that the flag Gu Siming put on his desk some time ago?

When he saw this thing, his heart became heavier and he sighed.

The old man finally opened his eyes. The remaining light of his eyes swept the flag, but his eyes suddenly widened.

"Don't tell me you've offended people in Hongmen?" The old man nodded and asked.

Mourning Biao's whole body was tight, and he was dumb for a while. He shook his head and said:

"No, no, Mr. Fan misunderstood. Although I lost Biao in Rongcheng, I didn't challenge Hongmen."

Bereaved Biao Shun tone, then said: "well, a few days ago, I was in a Rongcheng site, was Hongmen a guy named langkun robbed. This mad dog won't give me back my territory. "

"Hey, hey! According to your brother Biao's temper, don't you bring someone to snatch the territory back? " The old man looked at mourning Biao insidiously and said with a smile.

"Yes, I did gather dozens of people at that time to fight for life. However, after they went there, they learned that they belonged to Hongmen. " The corner of his eyes twitched slightly, which showed his inner panic.

Hongmen and Su Qin have heard about it. However, this gang is quite mysterious, and it is difficult for outsiders to understand it deeply.

Mourning Biao put his hands on the table and sighed: "Hongmen, as Mr. Fan said, I can't afford to offend mourning Biao. But this time, they may feel that they are wrong and have given me a choice. "

"If I guess correctly, it should be solved by force." Su Qin sipped a sip of tea, revealing shrewdness in his eyes.

Mourning Biao gave Su Qin a thumbs up and said with a smile: "yes, Hongmen proposed that each faction of the two sides should compete with each other, and the winner will get the territory. You know, there are so many experts in Hongmen that I lost Biao... "

After mourning Biao finished, he took a cup of tea on the table, and after each of Su Qin and old man fan owed his body, he looked up and drank it up and said:

"So I can only ask Mr. Su and Mr. Fan to come forward. When it's finished, I'll give you a lot of thanks for losing Biao!"

Mourning Biao's posture is very humble. It seems that he was forced to die by the Hongmen gang. You should know that the gangs on the road rarely own their own industries, and most of them rely on one site to collect protection fees and commissions for profits.

If the site is taken away, it means losing your job.

More importantly, from now on, the status of Rongcheng will also plummet.

Bereavement Biao know in Rongcheng foothold is not easy, more than ten years of painstaking efforts do not want to put into water.

But at this moment, old man Fan said impolitely: "Hey, brother Biao, you only need one person to compete in martial arts, but how do you mean to let this boy be equal to me?"

Mourning Biao was terrified, but he insisted: "both of you are the only masters I have ever seen in my life, and this battle is related to whether I can have a foothold in Rongcheng. So, please have a competition first... "

Su Qin knew that losing a young man was just in case, and the two meant to be the best.

Old man fan glanced at Su Qin and said with disdain, "brother Biao, although I'm a martial arts practitioner, I'm not aggressive. What we have been doing these years is collecting money for business. Although this boy can't stand a finger of mine, if you want me to do it, you still have to make a price. "

Old man fan has an extraordinary origin and has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years. He is one of the few martial arts practitioners who can cultivate Yuanli. Therefore, seeing Su Qin as a little boy who dares to compete with himself, I can't help but rely on the old to sell the old.

"Well?" Su Qin tasted the fragrant tea, suddenly looked up at the surrounding, said: "where the flies, buzzing, boring to death!"

When old man fan heard this, he looked at him with sharp eyes, and his teeth itched with anger.

"Hey, hey! Don't worry, Mr. Fan. I'll give you a reward of six million yuan for today's competition. No matter you win or lose, you can get three million yuan. As for the battle with Hongmen, I'm sure I'll give you everything I can when I lose Biao. "

Bereaved Biao is well aware of the importance of that site. There are bars and nightclubs all around him. If you only collect protection fees, you can earn 50 million yuan a year. Not to mention a few of them, he still has a large stake.

If the territory is robbed by the people of Hongmen, it will be all over.

This number sounds huge to Suqin. Su Qin is a rural man. His parents are farmers. His sister is weak and sick. It's time to need money to improve her family.

A generation of "evil king" is also inevitable secular, after all, he has never seen so much money.

Seeing that Su Qin had been moved, the old man fan was contemptuous: "I'm moved to see this money. It seems that this boy has no great ability."

However, although old man fan worked hard in the martial arts market for many years, he never took the death order. In other words, he didn't do the killing business.

Therefore, his fees have been hovering at the level of one million yuan, which is difficult to break through.

But now, mourning Biao invited a small ox knife to test, and he could easily get a heavy reward of three million yuan, which made the old man happy.

Although Yue was happy, he still had to pretend to be indifferent. He coughed and asked, "brother Biao, who is the one sent by Hongmen?"

Old man fan wants to find out each other's weight. After all, Hongmen is a big deal. If the other party is also the person of Xiuzhen, he still has to weigh whether the price is cost-effective, because it's a deadly job.

"I'm not sure about that, but at that time, the leader was langkun, who was very powerful. When he was fighting for the site, he just used one finger to make a hole in the wall."

When he said this, he looked at Su Qin. He remembered that Su Qin had poked a blood hole in his wrist.

But I'm afraid it's not a concept to poke on the meat or to poke on the wall.

"Yuanli, I didn't expect that the person sent by the other party is also the one who can use Yuanli." Su Qin tilted his legs and said this leisurely.

Mourning Biao and the big guy must be confused.

But the old man fan's pupil shrank. He stared at Su Qin in surprise and said in a deep voice, "you little boy, do you even know Yuan Li?"

"What is Yuanli?" Wu Biao was also a martial arts practitioner, but he had never heard of such a thing.

Su Qin said with a cold smile: "Yuan Li is a powerful force that is controlled by the essence of heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. The person who produces Yuanli in the body breaks away from the limitation of the human body, and his strength and speed are different from ordinary people. Such people are collectively referred to as "practitioners of truth."

"Is there such a thing in the world?" The big man also looked at Su Qin and asked.

"Of course, a few martial arts masters, after decades of hard training, can breed tiny Yuan Li in their bodies without the help of Dharma formula. But that bit of strength is not enough to be on the table. "

"You don't think it's enough? Hey hey, you are a suckling child. Don't think that you dare to speak wild when you hear a little bit of Yuanli's routine from anywhere

When old man fan heard Su Qin's words, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. Because he is a kind of person who has cultivated Yuanli through practicing martial arts. On this day, he has practiced for more than 50 years.

With that, old man fan sat upright, and the little Valet behind him also stepped back slightly.

Under the gaze of all the people, old man fan made a great effort out of thin air. Suddenly, a teacup on the table was pushed out several feet away, and then it split in the center of the big round table.

"Ah?"

At the sight of this scene, mourning Biao and big man were so frightened that they lost their tongue.

"This, this is Yuanli? Mr. Fan is really a God and man. I didn't invite the wrong person! "

Just as old man fan was complacent and enjoying the compliment, Su Qin shook his head.

"Brother Biao, well, since all the gods and men are here, I have nothing to do with them. But if you lose the contest, don't blame me for not reminding you! "

Su Qin is about to get up when he finishes, and mourning Biao comes forward to dissuade him.

"Mr. Su, stay! This... Why is this? "

"Son of a bitch, stop! How dare you say I will lose? " Old man fan's face was angry.

"Old man, I have just said that it's OK for you to cheat people who don't understand. In the eyes of discerning people, it's no different from a three legged cat." Su Qin looked at old man fan playfully, as if intending to motivate him.

Sure enough, in a fit of anger, old man fan clapped his hand on the table, and his whole body soared into the air. In an instant, he covered his face!

"Eat me first!"

Sudden momentum, scared to lose Biao and big man two color change, quickly retreat!

But Su Qin is calm, motionless, fan old man's every move can not escape his eyes. However, Su Qin noticed that the old man's hand was not a trial, but a killing move.

For those who are not su Qin, for example, mourning Biao, it is possible to die on the spot if he gets five steps of blood at least.

"Well! Old man Su Qin sneered and turned his back to him.

"Hee, fool!"

Old man fan grinned and thought that Su Qin wanted to escape. He slapped Su Qin on the back.

But the moment he started, he felt something was wrong. Soon, a more powerful force gushed out of Su Qin's body, shaking the old man out!

"Ah

"Master, are you ok?" After standing for two seconds, the little footman beside old man fan quickly stepped forward to help him.

Old man fan stood up in a panic, already in a mess.

"You... You have such strength?" Fan's head was as frightened as a demon, and his beard was shaking.