Wa Long walked in under the leadership of the Taoist priest, and looked at Luo Qing who was sitting in the main seat with some surprise. The black market was a piece of cake that their black hands had been unable to get their hands on.
No, even those chaebols can't control these places. I didn't expect...are the children nowadays so hardcore? In charge of a black market.
"Boss, can't I get in?" A rumbling sound rang outside the door, attracting Wallon's attention.
He turned around, and Tru was blocked by a stream of water ten meters away from here, making it impossible to get close.
Walon turned his head and was about to ask something when Luo Qing interrupted him directly: "I heard that sir is cooperating with the Holy Lord?"
Tohru is an unstable factor, so it would be better not to meet him. He looked at Valon and the trio in front of him with some curiosity.
But then, Luo Qing frowned slightly and ignored what Valon and the others thought. His eyes gradually turned pure white, and a hint of weirdness circulated in the office.
Walon's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously stood up and took two steps back. Lasu and the others also retreated one after another, with sweat breaking out on their foreheads.
"What...what is going on? His eyes are so scary."
"I don't know, boss...boss, how about we withdraw?"
"Although I'm also very scared, I think it's better to call a doctor. What if it's a sudden cataract? It's a bit like that."
Listening to the discussion of the three men, Walong endured it and yelled: "Shut up, you three idiots!"
Then he turned around and stared at Luo Qing with a gloomy look: "What do you mean?"
Luo Qing came back to his senses, and the pupils in his eyes gradually returned. He looked at Wa Long with a complicated expression. Who would have known that these four people actually have black energy marks on their bodies, and there are quite a lot of them, even comparable to Daolong.<
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They are just ordinary people, some are outrageous.
However, some things are considered reasonable. For example, the search for various magic items cannot be found in the whole world. They are the only ones who can find them accurately.
There is a blessing from heaven....
"Mr. Walon, there are too many people. I don't like it. Let's not talk nonsense. Let's cooperate!" Luo Qing shook his head gently and said in a complicated tone.
Valon frowned and thought, this person is powerful, and he revealed his identity as a transcendent from the very beginning, and arbitrarily shut out Tru. Is this... showing off his power? Wanting to take the lead?
Since he came to find me, there is no way he doesn’t know the trouble he is in now, so the target is not him, but... the Holy Lord!
Thinking of this, Wa Long raised his head, stared at Luo Qing and asked with a slightly more relaxed tone: "Cooperation? Is this how cooperation works?"
Walon turned his head and glanced at Tru outside the door, his meaning was obvious.
Luo Qing didn't care about this. He just stared at Wa Long and said in a gentle tone: "Sit down first. I'll tell you what I know first."
Valon was noncommittal, calmed down his emotions, and sat down again.
Luo Qing glanced at the Taoist priest, thought for a while and did not continue to talk nonsense.
"The Holy Lord, whose real name is Shendu, was a powerful demon tens of thousands of years ago. He was sent to hell by God. He escaped from hell two thousand years ago and ruled the world for thousands of years. He was then sealed by the Saints and turned into a Coiling Dragon statue.
."
Luo Qing's voice was very calm, but the eyes of the five people present gradually widened, because this was not something that mere Feng Shui masters or ordinary people could know.
Even if Walong's family has been working for the Holy Lord for nine hundred years, they only know that the Holy Lord has strong power and can help the Holy Lord obtain the treasure of the Golden Rooster King.
Luo Qing paused for a moment, and then continued to speak straightforwardly: "The Demon of Fire in the City of Gods, what he is most famous for is not his powerful strength, but his name. He is a recognized fraudster among demons. His hobby is collecting wealth, but
No one has ever gotten any wealth from him."
Luo Qing looked at Wa Long, who was gradually changing his expression, and his tone fluctuated a bit, becoming very interested: "The reason why he was able to escape from hell and rule the world was because he deceived his demon brothers, and...
."
"And what?" Valon swallowed, his hands trembling a little.
He highly suspected that the child in front of him was lying to him, but his intuition told him that what this person said was most likely true.
There is no other reason. In the past nine hundred years, no matter whether their family is rich or poor, they have never received a dime from the Holy Lord.
"The most favorite thing to say in Shendu is..." Luo Qing's tone gradually changed, as if he was imitating someone, and his voice became hoarse: "I am a noble dragon and a demon wizard. As everyone knows, I.
..It doesn’t keep its promise!”
"Ahem." His voice was a little hoarse, Luo Qing coughed twice, looked at the livid face of Wa Long, and said with a smile: "How about it? Do you think you can get the Golden Rooster King's treasure from that dragon?
”
After the words fell, Valon closed his eyes and took two deep breaths. He recalled the notes passed down by his ancestors and then thought about how to get along with the Holy Lord.
When the four people behind him looked at each other in confusion, Valon opened his eyes: "This... sir, I am very interested in the cooperation you mentioned. I hope you can talk about it in detail."
"You made a wise choice." The smile on Luo Qing's face became more sincere. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He asked with a smile: "The movements of the Holy Lord are abnormal. I need to know, and there is something else.
..I need the power of black hands to help me do things."
Wallon's eyes flickered for a moment before he smiled and nodded: "This is of course, but what can I get? I believe that with your ability, sir, you should know my preferences."
Luo Qing looked at the sky outside and said calmly: "How about entering the black market, contacting the plutocrats, and taking off the white glove reputation?"
Touch!
Wa Long stood up suddenly and didn't care when his knee hit the desk. He looked at Luo Qing with burning eyes and his voice trembled slightly: "You...are you telling the truth?"
Is he, Walong, really short of money? Yes, no.
The Black Hand organization, which spans more than 100 countries and controls more than 90% of criminal activities in the world, will be short of money?
Haha, how is that possible?
It's just that 85% of this money has been given to the United States. The remaining money can be used to maintain this huge institution, but more is impossible.
And if he wants to get out of this situation, he needs money, a lot of money. Only money can get rid of his current predicament, and truly hold the black hand in his own hands, instead of a white glove that can be abandoned at any time.
A white glove that is already covered in dirt and is disliked by its owner.
And if the words of this young man are true, then the money will be countless. He does not need to please the statue and pray for the Golden Rooster King treasure that he cannot get at all.
He will be a world-class gangster godfather, the only...Emperor of Darkness!
Luo Qing picked up the tea cup and took a sip, with a gentle smile on his face: "The black markets in the world can open the door for you. The American plutocrats have a lot of information here. You can also look at it casually. All you need to do is nod. Everything is open.
It can be yours, and...I'm not interested in money, just enough."
Wa Long had a trace of sweat on his forehead and looked excited, but he still forced himself to calm down and asked in a difficult tone: "Are these... real?"
"Of course, maybe it's time for me to reveal your backer to you." Luo Qing smiled and said in a gentle tone: "My dear, Luo Qing, my master...Daolong!"