The young man groaned, but there was nothing wrong. Instead, he turned his head back and knocked the head of the hidden man in the blue robe.

The Tibetan man in the blue robe shouted loudly and faced his forehead. There was a loud "pop" sound. The fat man had never heard two people hit their heads so loudly. Ordinary people's brains were bumped out of their nostrils.

Both of them bounced away, and the blue robe stepped back and stood up. The young man threw himself to the ground.

Lan Luo walked over, looked at his unusually long fingers, and cut off his two fingers with a backhand, without hesitation, then shook them cleanly and put them into the skin around his waist.

The fat man went over and couldn't bear to see it, but the Blue Robe was too fast and he couldn't stop it. He squatted down and looked at the unconscious young man. He gave the blue Robe a thumbs up.

One thing brings down another thing.

This man is the only person in the world who can tie the guy, and he is also the strongest point of Wu Xie's entire game.

It was like a shepherd who began to be hunted by sheep, even the smallest aspect was enough to make the shepherd confused.

Of course this is not the ultimate goal. The fat man resisted the young man, and the three of them hurriedly hid into the night.

The purpose of everyone is the seal of the Jie family. With this only seal, you can propose antiques reserved by the Jie family from banks around the world. Jie Yuchen's business philosophy is very similar to the concept of operating jadeite. Cash is not important. Today, when antique auctions are becoming increasingly popular, controlling the quantity of the source and controlling the auction house and hoarding fine products are the core of the business.

Unlike those earthen leopards, Jie Yuchen is the biggest contributor to prevent the outflow of China's national treasures. A large number of national treasures that have not appeared are in the vacuum safes under Jie's character constant temperature and humidity and air isolation. Jie Yuchen is also the pioneer of the concept of treasures hidden by the people. He does not trust the existing system of cultural relics protection system and would rather spread these national treasures among the people. Beijing's first treasure trove club managed in the form of a fund, and was also founded by Jie Yuchen.

If a child leverages a huge business empire and controls these vicious people, it is because he uses his faith to monopolize almost all giant transactions.

Huo Xiuxiu understood this theory. This special seal that will change the graphics accurately according to time and corresponds to the database system corresponding to those banks. It cannot be copied. There is only one in the world. It is now hanging around Huo Xiuxiu's neck.

On their way toward the fat man's POLO, Huo Xiuxiu pulled the seal off and threw it into the sewer on the side of the road.

As the water flows down, the seal is poured into the depths of the sewer. After 3 months, after the power supply of the backup battery is exhausted, the seal will stop changing. The wealth with a valuation of nearly 30 billion will become a dead account and will be sealed in the bank forever.

But no one knows that they will still regard these three people as the keys to these wealth.

Not long ago, Jie Yuchen sat in front of her and said to her: "To muddle the water, you need to hand over the greatest value to an absolute weak person, and then throw her into the jungle of jackals, tigers and leopards. At that time, you must see the true face of everyone."

This was how the Buddha of Tathagata taught Tang Seng back then. Of course, the Monkey King always had it.

The fat man started the car. The space inside the POLO car was too small, and several people were crowded: "Do you know we want to kidnap, so you can't drive a more spacious car?"

"Master Fat, my economy is in a downturn recently." Fat man said, starting the car, and stepped on the accelerator a little unfamiliarly. "Only two points left, please help me watch the red light."

The first person to defect to Zhu Bajie. Huo Xiuxiu sighed, and the car drove out of the alley and went on the street. He headed straight for Shunyi. As soon as he reached the first fork, a bus roared over. The fat man whistled around the steering wheel, rubbed the side and let the bus over. Then he stepped on the accelerator. The little POLO accelerated instantly and ran three red lights in a row. With the flash, he started running wildly in the opposite lane.

Huo Xiuxiu was thrown around and hit her head three times, shouting you why you did. The fat man said, "They have used this trick, and I'm prepared for it. The engine of this car has been modified."

I found a hole from the reverse lane and turned back to the forward lane. A car behind me has already chased me.

"Beijing can't shoot a speed scene." The fat man cursed at the window. There was a red light in front of him. He stepped on the brakes and rushed up the car. He stopped at the edge of his car. The fat man picked up a detonator, lit it and threw it into the other party's car window.

In an instant, the four doors of the car opened and everyone in the car ran out.

The fat man stepped on the accelerator, squeezed the two cars in front, and rushed to the red light. Huo Xiuxiu shouted: "You will hurt others."

"Don't worry, the two I lost before are real, and the rest are all fake. Where can I do so many detonators? This is Beijing City." The fat man turned a sharp turn. The difference between a red light in Beijing may be the difference between visible and invisible. He went straight to the airport expressway, and rushed through the 3rd ring and went straight to Beijing Cheng.

After descending from Houshayu to Huosha Road, they drove into a small road, arrived at a villa area, and stopped in front of a villa.

He pushed the young man out of the car, and the fat man kicked the door into the villa, and Xiuxiu asked, "Is this your home?"

"My buddy's house."

"That's how you treat your buddy's door?"

"They are on a trip. It's okay, this guy is rich." The fat man kicked open the door of the living room, threw the young man on a chair, turned around and opened the wine on the coffee table, took two sips on himself, and sprayed it on the young man's face.

"Stop pretending, this is vodka." The fat man lit a cigarette, drew a line on the coffee table, and started burning. "If I don't open my eyes, I'll light you, I can do it."

The young man opened his eyes and the fat man asked, "What's the name?"

"Sound of Chen Hai."

"I mean the clan name." said the fat man.

The young man looked at him and was silent for a while: "Wang Can."

It sounds quite relaxing with a Beijing accent.

The fat man nodded, "According to the clan rules, you can't say anything, and no one will come to save you. If possible, they hope you will die as soon as possible, right?"

The young man smiled, seemingly disregarding himself.

"But there is another rule in the clan rule, that is, when you meet someone of some kind, you must obey unconditionally, right?" said the fat man.

The young man's smile froze. He said, "Who are you?"

The fat man stepped back, and the Tibetan in blue robe walked up to the young man and took off the bandage he wrapped in his hand.

A phoenix tattooed on the back of his hand. His tail was raised and he kept tattooing the Tibetan sleeves.

The fat man said behind him: "We need you to do something, you must do it, otherwise you know the consequences."
Chapter completed!