Wan Cheng and others' heads were even more powerful!

They were also curious about the backstage of the Mercenary Union, but the group of people seemed to jump out from the ground, without any clues to check. What can they do?!

The stuttered and raised his head, Wancheng responded carefully: "The master...or, otherwise, let's ask the upper part..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his speech, the teacup beside Jiang Du flew over.

"Do you think our Longhe branch is not in too much and the trouble is not great enough, so you want to find something for us to do! The above are still investigating Elder Jia's murder. We are not picking up all the fishy smell, and you actually want to mess with you?!"

If he hadn't spent a lot of money to bribe Pang Lu and Gongsun Zhi and let them do the protection, proving that Jia Shan's death had nothing to do with him, he would have been snatched to the headquarter to bury Jia Shan!

Now, these people are actually thinking about alarming the people on the headquarters.

"Everyone is a brainless thing. Even if we get nothing about this, we must not disturb the headquarter!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Wan Cheng and others responded quickly.

Jiang Du cursed a few more unhappy words again. The more they looked at them, the more angry they became. He waved his hand impatiently and asked them to go down.

Looking at the notice in his hand, Jiang Du felt a faint pain.

I originally wanted to dig out the birth history of these people and report the money to the headquarter to reduce the crime of protecting Jia Shan.

But I didn't expect to find nothing!

"snort!"

With an angry hum, he tore the notice in his hand apart.

"A bunch of useless things can't even find out about them! I have to come forward in person!"

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Mercenary Union.

Backyard study room.

Ling Luoyu sat at the table, looking at the thick stack of case books in front of him speechlessly.

"What's this?!"

Feng Chenglin was a little depressed: "Didn't you tell me? The mercenaries we are recruiting these days!!"

He picked out one of them with a slam.

"I have registered all of them based on their cultivation level, family back, age habits and skills they are good at! Look, this is a book of the Xuanshen level cultivation level..."

Ling Luoyu glanced casually and pushed it away.

"Fatty, just take care of these things, don't tell me!"

To be honest, what she dislikes the most is managing these messy trivial matters.

Not to mention, the fat man has this talent.

He is very sensitive to numbers. It can be said that any mercenary he recorded will be kept firmly in his mind according to the classification.

"I'll take care of it?" Feng Chenglin was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Leng Lian and I have something to do. Anyway, you know the details and rules of the game! If you can make decisions, you can make decisions by yourself!"

Ling Luoyu stuffed all the booklets into Feng Chenglin's arms and gave them out like a plague god.

"As for what these people do and how much commission they charge, you have the final say, so don't ask me what I mean! Of course, if the money is not enough, I will ask me..."

"But……"

Before Feng Chenglin could finish his words, the door closed in front of him with a "splash" and almost hit his nose.

Looking at the booklet in his arms, Feng Chenglin felt even more aggrieved: "If you don't want to care, why did you cause trouble for yourself and get this mercenary union?"

Now that things have started, she feels it’s troublesome and becomes a hand-off manager. He is tired of him!
Chapter completed!