The Hamidiya Market is centered on Hamidiya Street, and is divided into more than 50 streets, both vertical and horizontal, in an overlapping zigzag shape. When you walk into the long and narrow market, you will see shops lined up in rows, with people coming and going, bustling with people.

It was really lively. Over the street, there was an iron roof made of iron sheets. There were many windows on both sides of the iron roof. The passage of time revealed countless small holes in the upper part, and the colorful sunlight shined in, making it extremely bright, as wonderful as a kaleidoscope.

Guan Heng, Jinpin and his entourage came to an inconspicuous small shop selling various handicrafts and utensils. Jinpin winked at his opponent, who walked up to the shop owner and took out something, and then muttered:

After saying a few words, the shop owner nodded solemnly and led the six people into the back of the shop.

Look at the shabby exterior of this handicraft shop. The further you go in, the more splendid it becomes. After five minutes of walking, the six people were led by the shop owner to a huge living room. The entire room was decorated with gold flowers.

crimson turkish tapestry.

In the recess of the room, there is something like a couch, with several Arabian swords placed on it. The scabbards are gold-plated, and the hilts are inlaid with crystal-clear gems. A Venetian glass lamp hangs from the ceiling, which is strange.

The shape and color are very charming; everyone is stepping on a Turkish carpet that sinks to the ankles; several glazed door curtains hang down in front of the door, and another door leads to the second room, which seems to be illuminated magnificently.

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The bench next to the coffee table, the walls, and the ceiling are all covered with magnificent animal skins, which are as soft as the most precious carpets when you step on them; among them are Atlas lion skins with fluffy manes, and colorful stripes.

The tiger skins of Bengal are dotted with beautiful patterns, the leopard skins of Kapu, the bear skins of Siberia, and the fox skins of Norway; these animal skins are all laid out thickly one on top of the other, as if they are on top of the green grass.

Just like walking on a lush racecourse or lying on the most luxurious bed.

A broad wall is hung with a curtain embroidered with a picture of a spring outing and hunting with gold and silver silk threads blocking the low door of the inner room. The embroidery work is considered the most exquisite among the finest in Damascus. A huge soft low chair

There was a silk cover sheet with the same exquisite embroidery. There was a particularly high coffee table with a carved ivory footstool in front of it. There were at least four silver lamp stands with tall candles placed on them.

On the fireplace, the whole room is brightly illuminated, making the whole room look even more magnificent.

Hahaha, Brother Jinpin, you are here. Welcome. The owner of this room lifted the curtain from the small door of the inner room and personally welcomed him out. He was about forty years old, with a local aboriginal complexion and appearance. He spoke loudly.

Although he is extremely polite, looking at his appearance, with his deep blue eyes and hooked nose, coupled with his sinister face, he does not look like a kind person at all.

Haha, the friends Jin Bin can make are definitely not good men and women. Guan Heng glanced at the owner here and immediately made this judgment: This person should also be a ruthless gang member.

Come on, Guan Heng's younger brother Jin Bing turned to Guan Heng and said: Let me introduce to you, this is the famous local wealthy businessman, Abdullah Schiller. I usually call him Abu. Hehe, just for convenience.

Kingpin said: Abu is a local native, and his family has been in Damascus for thousands of years.

Where we are going this time, Abu himself must lead the way to find Jin and explained to Guan Heng: So he is an extremely important companion to us.

Well, Brother Jinpin, who is this young man? Abu stared at Guan Heng's face and looked at it carefully. His eyes were not friendly, and he said to Jinpin: Remember I told you, I was only responsible for guiding you and you when I was paid.

Two of his men went to the Eastern Holy Mountain, but he seems to be outside our agreement.

But this big guy looks like a good hand at hard work. Hahaha, Abdullah turned and looked at the stone man Ben. Grim: Such a strong mutant, tsk tsk, a relatively rare type. I don’t know about you and my bodyguards.

Who is more powerful, Qiao San?

You mustache, how dare you look down on my boss, Huang Santai. As soon as he heard Abu's words, which contained a hint of looking down on Guan Heng, he immediately became furious and wanted to step forward to take action.

Wait Santai, don't come here. Guan Heng stretched out his hand to stop the reckless brother. He then smiled at Jin Bin and said, "I said Mr. Jin Bin, this man is just a guide. I don't think I need to ask him to lead the way anymore. Why not find someone else to cooperate?"

Guan Heng is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Since the other party underestimated him, Guan Heng would not give Abdulla face. At that time, they were at odds with each other in terms of words.

Hum, such an arrogant boy actually said something rude to Ab. He was so angry that his neatly groomed mustache stood up: "Qiao San, come here."

Boss, you asked me. I saw the small door curtain behind Abu lifted again, and a young man with a strong figure and steady steps walked out quickly.

This man is about thirty-five or sixteen years old. He has a big-eared face and an unusually calm appearance. He also has black hair and black eyes. Judging from his clothes and attire, he is definitely a Chinese. The most important thing is that this man just came out.

When he looked at Guan Heng, a very unnatural expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Let me introduce you to Abdullah, who said with a somewhat proud tone: This is Qiao San, a master of ancient Chinese martial arts that I hired at a high price, and he is also an invulnerable mutant.

Boy, I don’t care who you are. Holy Abu looked at Guan Heng with his mouse eyes slightly narrowed: If you want to prove that you are qualified to go to ancient ruins with us, show some real skills.

At the very least, Abu pointed at his bodyguard Qiao San: If you can withstand ten moves from my bodyguard without falling down, I will let you go with me. Otherwise, you will be the one brought by Brother Jinji and you will not fall down.

Qualifications to travel with us

Hey, are you sure? Guan Heng smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you afraid that your bodyguard will lose miserably?"

Hum, Abdullah simply didn’t believe that his powerful mutant bodyguard and ancient martial arts master would be defeated by Guan Heng. He had a very disdainful expression on his face and ignored Guan Heng’s words.

Okay, Abu's brother Jin Bing, a big fat man, waved his big hand next to him and started to smooth things over: They are all friends who have just met, why should we have a quarrel? To tell you the truth, this brother Guan's skills are only barely enough for me.

Just cope

Kingpin didn't lie. In the battle in the building a few days ago, although the two sides only exchanged punches hastily, Kingpin was indeed slightly inferior. What did you say?
Chapter completed!