Chapter 970

"According to my fragmentary memory, using spirit beads to improve my aura is the lowest means," Yan explained.

Wait? But it was really very pleasant.

Dong Wenfeng suddenly remembered the side effect of tricolor soul beads, which would devour memory.

At that time, Dong Wenfeng's memory degenerated very seriously.

Maybe the three color soul beads left themselves, but helped themselves.

"What advanced promotion means do you have?" Dong Wenfeng asked hurriedly.

Since Yan will think that Lingzhu is the lowest means, she must know the higher means.

"You have already mastered the advanced means of promotion." Yan smiled.

"Ah?"

Dong Wenfeng was stunned and gradually reacted.

"You mean Jiuyang body protection skill?" Dong Wenfeng was a little unbelievable, and it was reasonable to pass.

His current Nine Yang body protection skill has made a little success, and he can block pistol bullets with a mortal body.

This was the realm he could not reach when he had three color soul beads.

"Hum, you're not stupid." Yan smiled and said.

Hearing Yan's ridicule, Dong Wenfeng felt that after Yan woke up this time, his personal emotion was richer.

I don't know if Dong Wenfeng feels wrong, or yanben is like this.

"Let's forget about the golden pearl. Let's gather money for Murong's restaurant." Dong Wenfeng thought for a while and said.

After figuring it out, Dong Wenfeng was ready to go home.

"I can change this fortune gathering array and concentrate its mana in Miss Murong's restaurant." Yan suddenly said.

"Can you do that?" Dong Wenfeng opened his eyes.

If a fortune gathering array is dedicated to storing energy for a restaurant, the restaurant can sell everything, regardless of whether it is beef brisket or not.

"Although this array is ingenious, its technique is very rough. Moreover, I need to cloth a hidden array for the golden spirit bead, otherwise the golden spirit bead will be stolen by practitioners soon."

Dong Wenfeng nodded. Today, if it weren't for Yan's reminder, Dong Wenfeng would directly break through the stone pillar and take Jin Lingzhu away.

"How do you do that?" Dong Wenfeng asked.

"I need to materialize into reality and cast spells," Yan explained.

Well, Dong Wenfeng looked at Murong.

"Forget it, come back to cast the spell sometime in the evening." Dong Wenfeng shook his head and said.

After a while, the flame appeared and scared Murong.

"Wife, let's go back." Dong Wenfeng smiled with Murong in his arms.

"Don't you want to see the experience of other shops?" Murong wondered.

"These shops are still being renovated. They don't look good. It must be a loss to learn from their experience," Dong Wenfeng said with a smile.

"That's not what you just said." Murong glanced at Dong Wenfeng suspiciously.

"Ha ha, isn't it?"

In order to eliminate Murong's doubts, Dong Wenfeng reluctantly accompanied her for a while before returning home.

"How's it going? Is everything going well?" asked Xiao Meng in the living room.

"As long as the money is in place, everything goes well." Dong Wenfeng smiled.

After returning home, Murong rarely ignored Dong Wenfeng, but went online alone to inquire about the decoration.

The investigation reached 11:00 p.m. and finally Dong Wenfeng personally went to bed and carried her to bed.

The next day, Dong Wenfeng suddenly received Su Qizhe's invitation.

It is said that the uncompleted residential building project officially started today. As the second shareholder, Dong Wenfeng had better participate.

Dong Wenfeng agreed to do anything today anyway.

As always, Su Qizhe has made proper arrangements. The driver has been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Mr. Dong, Mr. Su is still discussing the loan in the bank. Do you want to wait for him or go directly to the uncompleted residential building first?" the driver asked.

"I'll wait for him at the bank." Dong Wenfeng thought for a moment and said.

Su Qizhe sent someone to pick him up. He went to the uncompleted residential building alone. He was also embarrassed.

"OK."

The driver fully respects Dong Wenfeng's meaning.

More than ten minutes later, Dong Wenfeng came to Hechuan sub branch.

As a super big customer, Su Qizhe naturally negotiated in the VIP room upstairs.

Dong Wenfeng had to sit in the hall on the first floor and wait for him to come down.

With the bank counter shouting one after another, Su Qizhe finally walked down the stairs with a smile on his face.

"Chairman Su, it seems that we had a pleasant talk." Dong Wenfeng got up and said.

"Young master Dong, I've been waiting for a long time." Su Qizhe said with a slight apology on his face.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Bang!"

Just then, the glass door of the bank was suddenly smashed.

Dong Wenfeng and Su Qizhe hurriedly looked over and saw four young people with black hoods coming in with rifles.

Dong Wenfeng was stunned. These people are going to rob the bank.

He saw this kind of bank robbery on TV. It was the first time in reality.

However, most people rob banks with pistols. These people rushed in with assault rifles.

"Ah!"

The customers in the bank are basically ordinary people. They have never seen such a terrible scene and screamed one by one.

"Bang bang!"

A masked man fired three shots at the ceiling and said coldly, "if anyone quarrels again, I'll shoot him."

Suddenly, the noisy hall was quiet, and the people who couldn't hold back also covered their mouths with their hands.

Dong Wenfeng also promptly pulled Su Qizhe down, and the other party came for money.

He doesn't have to force his way out until they take the money.

"No. 2, No. 3, go get the money." the masked man who shot ordered.

It seems that this is an organized and disciplined crime, and the communication is arranged with hints.

However, in this China with dense gun control and monitoring, can they really escape from life when they get the money.

Dong Wenfeng was very skeptical.

Although the tellers in the counter receive professional training, who can resist the fear in the face of the dark muzzle of the gun.

"Hurry up! Take the old money, not the new." No. 2 said coldly, holding a gun to the teller.

"Yes." the teller's hand trembled more and more.

When the robbers broke the glass door, they had pressed the one button alarm button.

But the nearest police station is ten minutes' drive from here, and it's high and peak time for work, and the road is very congested.

When the police will arrive is unknown.

"Number one, we still have eight minutes," said a mask man with a gun to number one.

"Well, No. 2, No. 3, withdraw in five minutes." No. 1's tone was not a bit flustered.

This kind of person is either a seasoned heart or a dull head.

As time passed by, Dong Wenfeng also slowed down his breathing slightly.

Su Qizhe's face was not as relaxed as Dong Wenfeng's, and cold sweat had covered his face.

The more high-ranking people, the more afraid they are of death.