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Several people had dinner in the old house of the Lin family and chatted in the courtyard.

Lin Feng looked up and down at Xia Jue, but there was no change in his face. He was only a little darker. Looking down, he actually has a scar under his suit coat?

He couldn't help frowning. Xia Jue, who was raised from childhood, was still spoiled. When he was a child, he was most afraid of pain. There was no scar on his body. How is it going now?

"Don't move." Lin Feng grabbed Xia Jue's collar and pulled the clothes away before he resisted.

The scar hidden inside appeared naked in the eye fundus of Lin Feng. It was a scar about six or seven centimeters long. It was obviously a scar from a long time ago.

"Don't look." Xia Jue felt a cold neck, just know that Lin Feng found his scar, subconsciously a panic, want to struggle.

Lin Feng bowed his head and was silent for a long time, then asked in a low voice: "is it the work of those scoundrels of Xia family?"

Although he had been away from Kyoto for many years, he knew a lot about Xia's family. Xia Jue is Pang Zhisheng's head of the family, and the legitimate children of the Xia family have not died. Naturally, these legitimate children will not obey Xia Jue. I'm afraid there will be no lack of fighting openly and secretly.

Xia Jue knew he couldn't hide it, so he nodded: "before someone assassinated, anyway, people are OK."

"Assassinate..." Lin Feng dropped his eyes and sighed: "I have a chance to avenge you."

"Forget it, the legitimate children of the Xia family are not very active." Xia Jue never thought about revenge, but he knew that it was an exception for Xia family to let him become the owner of the family. If he killed his own family again, a lot of old antiques would trouble him in the future.

"Trust you, Ringo." The corner of Lin Feng's mouth rose slightly, as if he had calculated something good.

Speaking of this, he stopped and took out a knife from his waist. This one was snatched by Lin Feng from the gangsters in Tiannan City: "give you a knife to defend yourself."

"Good knife!" Xia Jue is also a good judge of goods. When he sees the knife, he glows in front of him.

The silver blade is made straight. There are no lines on the top, but it has a piercing sense of oppression. The blade is very sharp. If it is used to cut stones, it is not enough to fear.

Lin Feng let Xia Jue have a look at the knife, and then inserted the knife into the scabbard and put it in his hand: "for self-defense, don't be too tolerant."

"Good." Xia Jue looked at Lin Feng deeply and squeezed out a word for a long time.

Only one is a man's promise. He Xia Jue, sooner or later will wash away the dust, let the Xia family that group of bastards to see who is the real owner.

Late morning, however, could not hold back, and immediately came up and looked at Lin Feng eagerly: "what about me? What about me? I don't have any presents? "

"Stay away from me." Lin Feng dislikes the big hand a wave, pushed the evening morning directly to the place far from his own arm.

"Cut, I know I don't have a present." In the late morning, he shrunk his mouth and held the bracelet in front of his chest.

The evening morning hesitated for a moment, then went on: "forget it, I'll give you a gift. "

" I heard that there will be a fierce thief in the black market these days, but the seller is mysterious and has not disclosed his identity or even the price. "

"What the hell, not even the identity price, what does he sell?" Xia Jue instantly felt that the news was unreliable and couldn't help but accept it.

He made a face in the evening morning, which seemed to be that he was disgusted with Xia's ignorance: "you don't know. For such a good thing, the seller must be worried about being robbed by someone else's black hands. Besides, people are not selling money wholeheartedly. His news only says that they will be sold in the black market, and those who are predestined can get it."

"It's just like saying it or not. It's all about luck." Summer Jue frowns.

What he said was true. He only said that he was selling knives, but he didn't even mention any more careful information. Isn't this nature like gambling?

But, Lin Feng has a kind of inexplicable premonition, he can find good things in the black market!

Is the first sense of Wulitou, forcing Lin Feng to have a look at the black market desire: "to have a look, but it does not matter."

Evening morning and summer absolutely look at one eye, nod to agree.

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the black market is a large market built underground. Many people know this place, but few can afford to buy things here.

The reason why it is called the black market is mainly because what is sold here is not allowed to be sold in the market, or is like the knife that Lin Feng is looking for today, which is a rare item in the world. There is an endless stream of people coming here. It is up to the financial resources to return empty handed or full loaded.

"It's quite lively." The corner of Lin Feng's mouth rises a bit, interesting to walk in.

The three of them walked slowly, looked left and right, and even inquired about some news about the Dao, but all the answers they received were completely unknown.

Late morning some chagrin ground grasps hair: "can't be a false news? Not half of them know the details. "

"It was you who said that you would rather believe something than nothing. Now when we get to the place, we're starting to give up? " Xia Jue bumps into him and laughs.It's not boring for a few people to fight on the way.

But not long ago, I saw a riot ahead. It seemed that someone was making trouble.

Lin Feng can't help frowning and dare to make trouble in the black market. He has great courage.

There was a lot of encirclement, but fortunately, the riot had just started, and there was no one. Lin Feng could still see what happened from some distance.

A hairy boy was pushed to the ground, his clothes were abraded, and blood slipped down the wound with small stones, and the lines of blood were frightening to see.

He is thin and weak, and his hair is withered and yellow. He feels more embarrassed than the beggars on the road. Malnutrition makes his eyes sunken, and his face is yellow and thin. It seems that when the wind blows, he will fall to the ground.

Standing in front of him was a fat middle-aged man with big gold teeth in his mouth. When he opened his mouth, he could see the vegetable leaves on the golden teeth. The big beer belly in front of me is so greasy that I don't want to see it for a second time.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and whispered, "dare to be so arrogant in the black market. I guess the fat man has some ability."

"That's not If you don't have any influence, you don't dare to make trouble in the black market. " Xia Jue agrees.

In order to maintain the basic order of the black market, the boss behind the scenes arranged a lot of people from the underworld forces to manage this place. The boss has a mysterious identity, but he is skillful, so basically no one dares to violate the order in the black market.

As for the fat man who dares to do mischief here, Lin Feng speculates that he either has a backer behind him or is familiar with the black market administrator.

"Will you admit it?" The fat man took the whip in his hand and waved a whip on the boy.

When he went down with a whip, the hairy boy screamed in pain and rolled on the ground. Then he hurt his knee and rubbed out a bloodstain.

Lin Feng couldn't help but frown. Even if the boy provoked the fat man, he wouldn't be beaten like this, right?

Looking at this young boy, he should be young. At most, he is fifteen or sixteen years old Tut, what a pity.

He sighed in his heart, but he didn't intend to meddle in his business. He didn't know anything. If he helped blindly, he might make a lot of money.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard the late morning exclamation: "I wipe it!"