The night is deep and the lights of Hangzhou are brilliant.

The Master stood on the roof of a high-rise building, and the night wind blew a black suit.

He was silently looking towards the Xingwu Pavilion and the Zhang family.

In the eyes of the Master, there was a faint... bloody breath over the Star Martial Arts Hall and Zhang's family.

That's demonic energy!

And it is an aura that is not weak and can only be called a great demon.

That's true!

The Master said to me.

The Zhang family's commercial sniping of the Song family this time seemed a bit abrupt. Although the Master was not very proficient in the business field, he also knew that without enough strength, the Zhang family would not be able to do this!

Where does their confidence come from?

If it is simply because of the hatred between him and Song Yue that he turned his attention to the family behind Song Yue, this statement is somewhat untenable.

Zhang Jian is a contemporary Zhang family member, but there is still a group of old men living behind him, so it is impossible for him to do whatever he wants.

Revenge is over. If you are not very strong but absolutely not weak, you will be backfired if you are not careful and may even be doomed.

There are countless examples of this in the long years of the world.

The Master and Zhang Jian's father had known each other many years ago. Although they did not have a deep friendship, they sat together and drank tea several times and chatted for several days.

The Master had a good impression of Zhang Jian’s father. The scum of descendants does not mean that the elders are also scum.

He probably knew it when he came here to take a look today.

But he did not go to the Zhang family rashly.

The thing about killing demons and eliminating demons is not just about killing them directly if you get angry.

First of all, this is a modern city, not a secret realm that follows the laws of the jungle. It has its own complete rule system.

Even great monks who want to break this rule rashly are susceptible to joint targeting.

Today you can take a beheading action against the core characters, and tomorrow they can also take revenge in the same way.

Therefore, unless necessary, few people will directly trample on the rules of the world.

Secondly, the Master himself was injured, so it was not difficult for him to kill a big monster, but what if there was more than one big monster?

He is not a person who cherishes his life, but he is not that reckless either.

The Master floated down from a tall building, and no one found his traces during the whole process, whether it was passers-by or the Skynet system that was scattered throughout the city.

Not long after, the Master came to a remote alley and found a somewhat dilapidated shop.

There is a roller shutter door outside the shop.

The Master walked over and tapped him gently.

An old voice came from inside: "It's too late, it's closed. It depends on the matter and come early tomorrow!"

The Master didn't say anything and knocked it all over again.

Then, there was a sound of walking inside, and later generations opened the door from inside, then bent down and pushed the roller shutter door up.

It was a thin old man wearing glasses. When he saw the Master, he was slightly stunned. He then turned sideways and let the Master in, and then put down the roller shutter door.

"Why are you here?" The thin old man seemed to have been injured on one leg and limped around while walking. He went over to pick up the tea set, and continued while boiling water: "A rare guest!"

"I want to know the situation where the Zhang family in Xingwu Pavilion is there." The Master asked directly without polite greetings.

The thin old man pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the Master with a strange look: "Have they provoked you?"

The Master asked calmly: "Don't you know?"

The thin old man shook his head: "I was dizzy all day long, and I was dragging a lame leg and I rarely came out of the door. How could I know?"

The Master said: "Old wolf, don't pretend to be stupid."

The thin old man suddenly looked aggrieved: "I said to Mr. Lu, no matter whether it is true or false, you are regarded as a famous scholar all over the world. Can you be more particular about your words?"

The master took out ten yuan banknotes from his black long gown, walked to the tea table and sat down, and put the money on the table.

"Tell me." Then I looked at the thin old man.

"..." The thin old man was covered in black lines.

Ten yuan banknotes, this thing is almost an antique!

Even when he showed things here, he started using a collection code, and he couldn't see a piece of paper money for no time.

This famous gangster in front of me, who would disgust him if he took out ten dollars?

The thin old man was a monster, nicknamed the lame old wolf. He looked at the ten dollars with an indignant look, but his hands were not instructed to take away the banknote and quickly put it away.

Ten yuan is also money. It is not easy for the demon clan to survive in the city, so you have to learn to live.

"That's the people from the North Sea Demon Clan. They have been here for a while. According to the information I have received, which may not be accurate," the lame old wolf pushed the glasses on his nose and looked at the master, "They want to get the commercial channels of the Song family!"

"The large amount of sea delicacies produced in the Beihai have always been suppressed by unscrupulous merchants, buying low and selling high. The Beihai Demon Clan probably has had enough of this kind of life and wants to open up its own commercial channels."

"You also know that it is difficult for the demon clan to survive in the world. In recent years, a group of people who were full and had nothing to do all day shouting to eliminate demons, which made it extremely difficult for us to survive and life was hard!"

The Master said lightly: "Tell me the serious matter."

The lame old wolf curled his lips and said, "The serious business is Zhang Jian's silly thing that he defected to the North Sea Demon Clan many years ago. He is a registered disciple of an old killer whale demon. Otherwise, why would you think he founded the Xingwu Pavilion? It took only a few more than ten years to develop the Xingwu Pavilion into a global chain enterprise with hundreds of martial arts schools?"

The Master nodded: "Who is in the Zhang family now?"

The lame old wolf hesitated for a moment, glanced at the Master's face, and said, "It's the killer whale that is at the peak, Lao Lu, we know a little about your situation. I advise you not to fight against the North Sea Demon Clan."

"Your child killed someone's son..."

The Master interrupted the lame old wolf: "Do you have evidence?"

The lame old wolf laughed: "Who dares to say there is evidence for such a thing that has no evidence in death? But it doesn't matter if there is no evidence. There are many people in this world who can calculate and calculate..."

The Master looked at him: "You calculated it?"

The lame old wolf looked unfair: "I don't have it! Can't the big monster who is at the peak be considered?"

Seeing that the Master didn't say anything, the lame old wolf said carefully: "As a demon on land, we can't stand the people running to us in the sea to show off their power, but I am a good demon and I don't want to see something happen to you."

At this time the water boiled, and the lame old wolf poured tea into the teapot.

The Master stood up and said, "Thank you."

"Drink some tea before leaving? You can come here once." Lao Lang was very enthusiastic.

The Master waved his hand: "Next time!"

As he said that, he walked to the door, bent down and opened the roller shutter door, and his figure quickly disappeared.
Chapter completed!