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Xiao Qingyun was already over fifty years old, his hairstyle was still as meticulous as ever, his skin was still as smooth as a young person's, his energy was still vigorous, his thoughts were still active, his interest in women, power and money had not weakened in the slightest.

However, during this period of time, he was somewhat agitated.

Xiao Family's main income was from the business of hotels and hotels.

Everyone in Nanguo City knew that these places had so-called "special services".

"Special services", depending on the hotel's grade and the customer's consumption amount

The types and standards will also rise.

However, during this period of time, the country had increased its strike power against this grey area. Quite a few young and beautiful "misplaced women" had increased their strength.

They all went back to their hometown dejectedly to look for the unlucky Seeker. Xiao Family's income had suffered quite a huge loss.

What was even more infuriating was that a stranger from a foreign land had arrogantly insulted his son twice and even knocked over dozens of his subordinates.

Xiao Qingyun had known since a long time ago that her second son, Xiao Funan, was an incurable playboy.

However, he suspected that his second son had received a blow from a competitor in the city or from an "intruder".

If he were to retreat, his opponents would definitely take advantage of him and further erode his territory and reputation.

Normally, he would sit in his office chair and watch the scenery. He felt that he was full of energy, that he was a giant that held the fates of others in his hands.

At this moment, he sat on the chair, feeling only boredom and depression.

"Boss."

Behind Xiao Qingyun stood a giant man wearing a black suit.

He was Xue Qinhu who had fought with Ye Zheng before.

"You've fought with someone surnamed Ye before?"

Xiao Qingyun asked: "Are you confident that you can beat him?"

"I have no confidence in defeating him."

Xue Qinhu's tone was a little sinister: "I have confidence in killing him."

Xiao Qingyun chuckled as she took out a cigar and lit it for him.

Xiao Qingyun asked: "Did this person really defeat the thirty subordinates that Fa Nan had hired?"

Including the Xiao Er Gongzi's bodyguards, there are a total of thirty-six of them.

Xue Qinhu replied.

"What is his background?"

Xiao Qingyun asked with interest.

"I'm not sure."

Xue Qinhu lied.

"He's so good at fighting. What kind of school did he learn?"

Xiao Qingyun asked.

"What this person has learned is extremely miscellaneous. What's surprising is that in every Fighting Techniques, he can make it flow as smoothly as a top practitioner."

Xue Qinhu said.

This was not a blind exaltation to Ye Zheng.

"The little kid nowadays always thinks he can conquer the world with just his fists."

Xiao Qingyun laughed out loud: "So you're saying that if you can fight back, you can also fight back against bullets?"

"It's easy to deal with this Ye fella. Arrange a duel and let me deal with him."

Xue Qinhu suggested.

"Even if a mere high-level fighter can fight against a hundred people, it's not enough to be afraid. What I'm worried about is the boss behind the scenes."

Xiao Qingyun took a deep breath on her Cuban cigar and exhaled a large cloud of smoke skillfully. "You are my trump card, I don't want you to be in danger."

"Understood."

Xue Qinhu's eyes flashed.

Xiao Qingyun placed the phone on the table, squinted her eyes, and kept on fiddling with the contact list, as if she was thinking about something.

After pondering for a few minutes, he seemed to have made up his mind and said to Xue Qinhu: "Call Qin Hailong from Kunhai Town."

"Swordsman Brother Long?"

Xue Qinhu showed a trace of hesitation on his face, but his tone was very calm.

"Right."

Xiao Qingyun said.

"This fellow is a beast without principles."

Xue Qinhu said.

"No human life. Just one hand. "

A fierce light flashed across Xiao Qingyun's eyes.

Kunhai Town was a town directly under the control of the Nanguo City. It was located in a mountainous area, and compared to the other towns in the coastal areas, the economy was not considered developed.

In the evening, in a room at the edge of Kunhai Town, a man with a head as thick as a 5 Duan 3 sat at the head of the bed, puffing out clouds of smoke.

His face was dark and cruel, his bald head was bright, and his upper body was full of muscles. He was covered in all kinds of complicated animal stripes and geometric stripes. There were so many of them that there were almost no gaps.

There were two women lying on the bed. Their clothes were messy and they were curled up under the blankets. They were in a deep sleep from exhaustion.

The man looked back and let out a sinister smile. His "ability" towards himself …

So satisfied.

The phone rang.

"The old man has a pig, please help him deal with it."

The person on the other end of the phone was speaking in a whisper.

"Understood."

When the man named Brother Long heard "pig" …

He got excited. "Send me the size and weight of a pig."

In his "industry"

Li, "pig"

Meaning the object of repair, "size and weight."

A photograph or intelligence report of a target.

"Pigs are fat."

the man on the other end of the line said.

The meaning of this sentence was: the target was not easy to deal with.

"No matter how big a pig is, I still want to cut it into pieces."

Brother Long said.

"There's no need to cut it into pieces. I can just cut off one of the pig's feet."

the man said.

"Understood."

Brother Long chuckled.

"You'll get paid for your service."

He hung up.

Qin Hailong, everyone called him "Brother Long"

Experienced.

Unlike ordinary hired thugs, people like Brother Long only needed "blood".

Only then would someone contact him.

Brother Long threw back the covers, and the two women got up, screaming in fear and shame.

Brother Long yelled impatiently, "Take the money and get out!"

The two women were clearly in the "realm of misstep".

that we're working with, we're working with, we're working with, we're working with, we're working with, you know, senior practitioners.

"Scram!"

Brother Long said.

Brother Long took a long box from under the bed and opened it. Inside were a variety of knives: six long, sharp daggers; two American machetes; a simple knife that could be used as a two-handed weapon on a special wooden handle; a geese wing knife in the shape of a Ming dynasty brocade guard; and a ghost-headed knife with a thick back.

Against "Piggy"

He was going to use the "long knife"!

Brother Long's gaze focused on a katana: an ancient scabbard, a comfortable handle, and a four foot long blade.

This weapon was obviously not a mass-produced collection, but a genuine weapon.

Brother Long grasped the scabbard with one hand and gripped the handle with the other. He drew the blade with a fierce movement, and a sharp, cold air permeated the room with a flash of the blade.

Brother Long's ugly face revealed a cruel smile.