Chapter 42                                                             �

When he entered the Dragon Tulong Town, Ye Qing found a place to settle down, ordered some side dishes, and sat down.

Xiang Dong stood respectfully.

"Uncle Dong, do you have to make people notice us?"

Looking at Xiang Dong who was stern, Ye Qing felt helpless: "Sit down and have dinner together."

"Mr. Little Third Master..." Xiang Dong looked embarrassed.

"I said, we are uncles and nephews now, not subordinates."

Ye Qing said in a deep voice.

Xiang Dong looked around, sat down, and whispered: "The master said, Xiang Nan and I are your personal guards now. You are the master, and we are..."

Ye Qing waved his hand: "Uncle Dong, you and my grandfather have been there for many years... Forget it, during this period, you and I are uncles and nephews. It is your responsibility to see through the clues and leak identities. Do you understand?"

"yes."

Xiang Dong nodded quickly.

Ye Qing knew that people like Xiang Dong who had a deep sense of master and servant could not make sense, so he didn't want to say more.

"Brother Qing, why don't you let them come in with you?"

Wuyou asked while eating.

Ye Qing touched her head and said, "Although this Dragon-Slaying Town is not small, it is not big. There are many strange people who appear all of a sudden. It is easy to be paid attention to, and it is easier to inquire about information after separation."

Of course, there is another reason, which is Jiang Yue.

He is not sure what the one-eyed old man in the blacksmith shop does, what he can do, and what his identity is, so he cannot let others know at this time.

At this moment, he only brought Wuyou, Xiang Dong, and other troops around him, led part of Xiang Nan and Jiang Zhan to enter the Dragon-Tubing Town in batches to inquire about the news.

If Xiang Dong and Xiang Nan had not insisted on their insistence, one of them must follow him. He only planned to bring Wuyou alone. After all, the girl was a little, so she was so fooling.

"Uncle Dong, after dinner, you can search here and see who there are. Xiao Wuyou and I will go out for a walk."

Ye Qing glanced at the lobby and found that there were many guests, all kinds of people, and everything was available.

This is a place that neither Jiang Kingdom nor Wenren Kingdom can be involved, so the public security is very poor and there are all kinds of people.

"Mr. Little Third Master..."

"What can happen in broad daylight? The place where we live needs to be more careful. Everything can happen at night."

Ye Qing shook his head and interrupted Xiang Dong's words.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Dong had to nod: "Mr. I'll be careful."

After dinner, Ye Qing took Wuyou to wander outside. It was no different from an ordinary market and it was very lively.

Xiao Wuyou was very happy and full of curiosity about the outside world.

In Jiangcheng, she was so implicated by Liu Muchan that she didn't have much time to play in the market except cooking and studying various books every day.

It is natural for children to love to play, and Ye Qing also wants to appreciate the customs and customs here.

When he returned to the blacksmith shop, Ye Qing looked at these big words, smiled slightly, and walked in.

"Brother Qing, this blacksmith shop is too small. Can you make good weapons?"

Xiao Wuyou asked curiously.

There are several large-scale blacksmith shops here, but Brother Qing chose the smallest one.

In the blacksmith shop, the sound of evenly thrusting iron came out, and Ye Qing wandered around.

He picked up a few weapons and looked at them. They were all ordinary weapons that were often produced on the market, and there was nothing special about them.

"Old man, are there any other weapons here?"

After wandering around for a while, Ye Qing asked.

The sound of iron smacking stopped and the old man came over.

This is a one-eyed old man with sparse hair, wrinkles on his face, not many yellow teeth, and his body is even hunched. He looks very difficult to walk.

"Whether the weapon is easy to use depends on the person in the end. The weapons that suit you are much better than the weapons that are expensive."

The one-eyed old man said.

Ye Qing smiled and said, "Old man, you can sell bargains so fresh and refined, you are quite experienced."

The one-eyed old man was stunned and immediately felt a little embarrassed.

"But there is a saying you are right. Weapons are the most important thing to do with your hands."

Ye Qing picked up a few and weighed them, and said, "If you don't consider the price, are there any more special weapons, such as those that are not used in ordinary combat modes."

"But aren't weapons used for combat?"

One-eyed old man said.

"There are differences in combat. What I mean is that combat in an unusual sense is similar to an invisible battle," said Ye Qing.

The one-eyed old man's turbid old eyes condensed. Just as he was about to make a sound, a shout came from outside the door.

"Old blind man, it's time to pay the protection fee."

Seven or eight big men rushed in, waving their big swords and iron rods, each with fleshy faces, and a fierce and vicious look.

Neighbors and pedestrians around dared not approach, hid in their own shops, or quickly stayed away, and did not dare to take a breath.

"Didn't you pay the protection fee three days ago?"

One-eyed old man said.

"That was before."

The leading man with a scar on his face said: "The Jiang Kingdom and Wenren Kingdom are going to go to war again in the near future, which will be even more chaotic, so the protection fee will be increased by 20%, and the other families have paid it."

The one-eyed old man sighed and said, "You have seen the business of my small shop, and there is no income."

"Then I don't care. Every family has to pay the protection fee, and no one is the exception."

The scar man said.

He is the most famous local gangster. He heard that he used to sell arms, but later he was confiscated. Finally, he fled here with a group of people and opened a security hall, which was actually a protection fee.

But everyone knows that in this place where laws in various countries cannot be involved, there is a lot of chaos, and there is no difference between having protection and not having protection.

But the scar man had a group of thugs who were killed without blood, and no one dared to resist, so he could only pay the money honestly.

The most important thing is that those who can sell arms are all very good-looking, or there are people behind them. How dare they offend such ordinary people?

"I haven't had business during this period, I have no money."

The one-eyed old man said.

Looking at the seven or eight gangsters, there was no timidity in his eyes.

"You have to give it to me if you don't have money, otherwise don't even think about your blacksmith shop or your other eye."

The scar man stared at the one-eyed old man and said, "Old guy, no one can break my rules yet. I don't pay the money today. The old man's weapon hasn't been stained with blood for a long time."

As he said that, the scar man waved his big knife, making people feel daunting.

Nearby, some people who have friendship with one-eyed old people or sympathize with all their heads lowered and dared not speak out.

Chen Dao is very powerful here. I don’t know how many dead souls there are under the knife. No matter how resentful they are in their hearts, they dare not say a word.

If you are missed by these bandits, you will not have a peaceful life in the future.

"No money, what do you want me to give it to?

Can you be given a grace period?”

The one-eyed old man asked.

"I'll give you a few days of grace. If others follow my example, how can I continue to do it?"

Chen Dao pointed at the one-eyed old man and said, "Today, even if you borrow, steal, or rob, you will have to collect all the protection fees for me."

"The old man really can't get the money."

The one-eyed old man shook his head.

"Then don't blame me, brothers, let this old man loosen his bones."

As Chen Dao finished speaking, four or five people surrounded him and punched and kicked the old man.

The one-eyed old man hugged his head and hugged in the corner.

After a while of fighting, Chen Dao asked someone to stop and shouted to the outside: "Did you see it? This is the end of not paying the protection fee. I will collect the protection fee next month. I don't want to see any refusal from the family."

Everyone around them shrank their necks, so scared they were too scared.

"Old thing, if you don't pay the protection fee today, don't leave your other eye."

Chen Dao said fiercely.
To be continued...