I watched with my own eyes the veteran thief being carried out by Ye Huan and the others. The care was really considerate.

What else could I do besides being so angry that I was biting green onions?

Ye Laogui saw me biting the green onion and snatched it away: "You still have some conscience and know how to give it to your father."

I watched Old Ghost Ye stuff a green onion thicker than my thumb into the old thief's nose, and almost laughed out loud.

Deserve it!

Let you pretend to be comatose!

Ye Laogui, that bandit, relies on native methods to treat his illness and injuries. This method works well.

If I had known better, I would have had to replace it with a thicker one.

The veteran thief was tortured for half an hour before he slowly "woke up" and pretended to let Shi Qi feed him chicken soup.

While I was listening to the veteran thief fooling the three people, I was thinking about how the woman could solve the Shi Qi matter.

At noon the next day, I heard the news from Pepsi on Feng Shui Street, and I was shocked on the spot.

The warlocks brought by Chen Xiyuan did not go far at all and were staying in a hotel near Feng Shui Street. Also in the hotel were more than 20 experts from Six Doors.

As a result, those who came to sweep the streets were not only frightened crazy overnight, but also became disabled.

The fortune teller had his fingers chopped off.

People who read Feng Shui had their eyes gouged out.

Chen Xiyuan's tongue was pulled out and nailed to the wall.

The person who did it stayed in everyone's room for at least ten minutes, but did not disturb anyone in the hotel.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this kind of cultivation is unpredictable.

The people on Taiping Street did not see the veteran thief show up, but they all looked at my front door with a bit of awe.

That was really scary.

Yesterday, many people heard the veteran thief's voice, and everyone thought he had used some secret technique!

Who knew that he was just videotaping with a woman!

The reputation of the veteran thief is getting higher and higher.

A liar can prosper, but it’s tiring!

Before noon, people from Liumen came to the door. The veteran thief only said: "Go back and tell your chief arrester: Shi Qi is from Taiping Street and will not go to Liumen."

"I will not offend others unless they offend me."

"This matter will be left to your discretion."

"Next time something like this happens again, I'll be the one to take care of it!"

The veteran thief kicked the man out without even giving him a chance to speak.

That night, a few more lunatics appeared in front of Feng Shui Street, and a huge sum of money was added to the veteran thief's account.

Those lunatics were deliberately displayed by Six Gates to show the veteran thieves, which means: these people have nothing to do with Six Gates anymore.

After the veteran thief took the money, he said to "Knowledge": Find someone to send those lunatics to a mental hospital! They look annoying.

After that, many people spread the rumor that the veteran thieves could trigger karma to kill people. The fate of those people was their karma.

I'm not very curious about the whereabouts of those people. What I am curious about is what kind of business that woman can get us.

The next day, I got up early in the morning, packed up the house and waited for business to come to me. It was not until noon that PepsiCo ran over in a hurry: "Little Third Master, the enemy is here. I'm asking everywhere where you are. Do you want us to go up and help?"

Take the handle and kill him a big one?"

I waved my hand and said, "I don't rip off customers here. Whatever you can get is yours. Just bring them over to me."

Bai Shitong was unhappy in his heart and did not dare to say anything. He walked away with his head hanging down.

According to the rules, Bestong helped me raise the price, and 50% of the money raised must belong to him.

If I don't raise the price, how much money can he get from his employer? At most, it's just a guide. If he doesn't make a big profit, he will definitely not be happy, but in Taiping Street, my old Yuan family has the final say, and he doesn't dare to

Say more?

The veteran thief leaned against the door and said, "You just don't know how to speak. You've offended people, haven't you?"

"When you travel around the world, you should be round when you need to be round, and you should be square when you need to be square. You kid..."

When the elder thief was about to preach, a young man about twenty years old knocked on the door and walked in: "Excuse me, is this the home of Mr. Yuan San?"

"Yes!" Bai Shitong followed from behind and said, "This is the young master of Taiping Street. He has the final say on matters on Taiping Street."

Come on, Bai Shitong gave me eye drops on purpose!

"What's the matter? Tell me inside!" I let the man into the room, but the veteran thief was busy appeasing the Baishitong.

The man introduced himself: "My name is Jun Zian. I have a friend who does live broadcasting. He introduced me to you and said that you can help me. I don't care about the money, as long as you are willing to take action."

Friends who do live streaming?

Only then did I look Jun Zian up and down.

Wearing a black windbreaker, Junzi An has long and translucent hair, a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, and a slender figure. The nails on his hands are neatly manicured. His hands appear to be soft and boneless, but his fingers are like curled up soft swords, which can explode with astonishing strength at any time.

I asked calmly: "You are..."

Before I finished speaking, old man Xu, who was showing people feng shui on Taiping Street, ran in in a panic: "Third Master, Little Third Master, help me! My grandson is lost."

Old man Xu is an old neighbor on Taiping Street. He has a grandson who is studying at the No. 13 Middle School in the city. A few days ago, I watched his grandson come home from school. He just lost it.

The veteran thief pulled Old Xu and said, "Brother, sit down and speak slowly. Ordinarily, with your ability, the loss of the child is not something you can figure out as soon as you close your eyes. Why are you so anxious?"

"I wish I could figure it out!" Old Man Xu said in a tearful tone: "My grandson has been beset by an evil god."

The veteran thief couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

I cupped my fist at Jun Zian and said, "Mr. Jun, I'm really sorry. I'm in an emergency right now and I can't take your business for the time being. How about I introduce you to another gentleman?"

Before Jun Zian could say anything, old man Xu's eyes turned red: According to the rules of the art, business is on a first-come, first-served basis.

If he is one step too late, it is too late.

Logically speaking, I should do Jun Zian's business first.

Besides, warlocks are not willing to touch the evil god's business.

Fighting the evil god is no better than catching ghosts. It is a real life-threatening business. If it fails, not only will the warlock himself be unable to come back, but even his relatives and friends will be entangled by the evil god.

Once I nod to accept this business, no one at No. 1 Taiping Street will be idle. At least someone must be here to guard against the appearance of evil spirits on Taiping Street.

Old man Xu was also forced to have no choice, so he ran to my house rashly.
Chapter completed!