From him, Fang Che saw too much hope and too much emotion.

However, as soon as he took the right path, he died before he had time to play his role and before he had time to move forward.

This made Fang Che feel particularly angry.

And there is also a kind of sadness.

I have seen too many people slowly degenerating from the ranks of fighters, slowly becoming fearful, shrinking, following the crowd, and drifting away...

There are too few such counter-trends.

What a shame!

Fang Che checked the files of each household.

Then put some of the strange ones together separately.

Everyone did the same thing.

After such a detailed investigation, everyone suddenly discovered one thing: This is wrong, why are there so many in Beicheng?

Those with unusual problems are basically in Beicheng.

And when things go wrong during this period, they mostly happen in Beicheng.

Fang Che frowned more and more, and suddenly patted the file with his hand: "This, pause. What is so special about the North City of Baiyun Continent?"

This question needs to be answered by those old deacons.

"The North City of Baiyunzhou has always been a wealthy area; moreover, it is a new area. The North City was expanded outside in the 400th year."

"At that time, the small county town outside Beicheng, called Beizhou, was becoming more and more prosperous; the population was increasing, and various large markets began to gather, and then their influence became greater and greater; and in the suburbs outside the city wall, once something happened, it would be

Big problem."

"So at that time, we simply sent a package, demolished the original city wall, and enclosed Beizhou and an empty area according to the even distribution of the four directions."

"Many of the buildings in Beicheng are no more than a thousand years old."

"And there are so many rich people, wealthy families, and century-old shops in Beicheng!"

"There are many influential people in Baiyun Continent, and they basically live in Beicheng."

"Beicheng is extremely close to the Demon God Mountain."

"..."

"stop!"

Fang Che waved his hand and murmured: "Beicheng is extremely close across the mountains outside..."

I remembered that there are mountains in the east, west, and south directions, but they all take a while to travel. Only Beicheng, about a hundred miles outside the city, is the Demon Mountain.

Then further north, there are rolling mountains and boundless jungles.

His eyes became brighter and brighter.

Because he remembered something Mu Linyuan once said.

"There are many hidden piles that have been lurking all year round, and they have become century-old shops."

Fang Che's eyes flickered. If he calculated it this way, how many hidden stakes did the Divine Sect have in Baiyun Continent that day?

How powerful will the secret stake supported by the power of the Celestial Sect become?

How deep-rooted is it?

One hundred years? Two hundred years? Or more?

So……

Fang Che brought a map over and, in full view of everyone, circled a large area of ​​North City outside the Zhongcheng area.

"Focus on this area."

"Focus on checking the rich!"

"Hundred-year-old families, century-old stores, various long-lasting old stores, old rich men, and wealthy people!"

"yes."

Everyone started busy again.

Fang Che, on the other hand, used his brain and carefully checked every piece of comparative information he picked out.

Then he discovered that there were quite a few.

All of them are rich people, all of them are big families that are over a hundred years old. They are either chaebol families or warrior families. Among them, there are actually forty or fifty families at the eighth and ninth levels, nine warrior families at the seventh level, and millennium families at the sixth level.

There are also three.

As for the centuries-old shops with various unique secret recipes, there are more than 200.

"There are so many rich people!"

Fang Che issued the first order: "First check the number of natural and man-made disasters and the number of donations. Make a ranking list."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

If you are a self-righteous person, I am afraid that you are not willing to donate money to the ordinary people of Baiyun Continent. It is appropriate to start from this point.

But Fang Che knew that it might not be effective.

For example, Tianxia Escort Bureau, Zheng Yunqi and others also donated a lot...

But he really didn't have any clue, so he could only look for a needle in a haystack.

…

Currently busy...

Jing Xiuyun and three others are back.

"How's it going? Have you found anything?" Fang Che asked.

"Everything is as usual. The Ning Family Courtyard and other companies seem to feel a little different, but we still need to observe and confirm." Zhao Ying'er thought about it and couldn't say anything to confirm the suspicion.

Because... there is no evidence, and there is no any abnormality. The door is just closed.

And there are simply too many such families.

"good."

Fang Che didn't expect them either, he just made a routine inquiry.

"Cripple Hong Er said something happened and he asked for your help." Jing Xiuyun chuckled.

Then he took Zhao Ying'er and ran away.

"kindness?"

Fang Che turned his head and frowned at the cripple Hong Er who looked embarrassed and felt weak all over.

This bitch is trembling. Can you ask me for help?

Cripple Hong Er didn't know what was going on. When he saw Fang Che, he instinctively trembled all over, and then his face hurt, his buttocks hurt, and his head hurt... It was as if the violent beatings of the storm were coming again.

A conditioned reflex has been formed: I am afraid when I see Fang Che.

Even if you haven't made any mistakes, even if you have made great achievements, this is the case.

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Che asked in a bad mood, with sharp eyes and a serious face.

"Mr. Fang, I, I, I..."

At this moment, Cripple Hong Er panicked when he saw Fang Che's cold eyes. He was originally thinking, 'It's not an itchy butt to be beaten every time I see Mr. Fang', but when his mind went blank, he said without hesitation:

"...My butt is itchy again..."

Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Yinger, who had just taken a few steps, paused, almost unable to believe their ears.

There was a bang.

Cripple Hong Er was kicked out, and then kicked three times in a row, turning him into a trapeze artist.

"It turns out you had an itchy butt and asked me for help."

Fang Che waved his hand, sucked Hong Er back in, and kicked him away again: "I'm good at this!"

"There is actually such a request!"

"Bitch!"

Mr. Fang kicked the ball back and forth for more than a dozen times before sucking Hong Er lame back: "Is that enough?"

"Enough...thank you Mr. Fang..."

Cripple Hong Er almost fell apart after being kicked.

"You're welcome. If you need help in the future, you can come to me. I'll be happy to help you."

The entire deacon hall burst into laughter.

Everyone, including Fang Che, understood that Cripple Hong Er was probably frightened into talking nonsense, but everyone was still happy to see this bitch get beaten.
To be continued...