Perspective-Golden Pupils

Chapter 112: Chapter 112 : help the weak

Chapter 112 : help the weak

Gee, you know what? We're a special disciplinary unit, and our identities have to be kept secret. But if you say you want to teach those cheap bastards a lesson, then that's fine! As long as there was enough evidence, they could shoot them.

Xu Qing nodded after hearing this, looking quite satisfied. Then he asked,"My master said he hasn't received his salary for decades. How much money do you have here?"

"The total is 30,270,000." Ren Bing answered very quickly. However, Xu Qing's next words almost made him choke.

"That's too little, isn't it? You even said that you'd be my wife. I think my master wants me to help him trick a little old lady into having some kind of twilight love..."

Xu Qing was an ancient martial artist at the peak of the Black Realm. It was easy for him to earn money. For example, Wang Tiangang had only earned 30 million yuan after working as a priest for decades. This was simply a cabbage price! It was still the kind of cabbage price that would be discounted several times after jumping dozens of floors!

At this moment, Xu Qing even had the idea of finding a few ancient martial artists to guard the courtyard for him. He didn't care about this small amount of money at all. If he had time, he would just go to Tengchong Burma and get some raw materials with jade.

At this time, the man in black with the crew cut was ignited by Xu Qing's words. He shouted loudly,"We Chinese martial soul people don't care about money." Martial artists also had things to protect. At the highest level, they had countries and nations, and at the lowest level, they had family and friends. If your family and friends were bullied and killed by other ancient martial artists, what would you do?"

Xu Qing was stunned by the question and then turned his gaze to Ren Bing. He said,"The man who is called Enderi is an Oroqen from Inner Mongolia." He had learned a lot from an ancient shaman since he was young. However, there was an ancient martial artist of the evil sect who had a grudge against the old Shaman. Twelve years ago, he killed the sick Shaman and killed all the people and animals in the village that took care of the old Shaman, including Endeli's family. He happened to be out hunting and didn't come back, so he escaped..."

" What happened to the ancient martial art practitioner who killed him?" Xu Qing could not help but ask. Xu Qing blurted out,"How's that ancient warrior?" Ren Bing sighed and replied,"He was crushed by your master's palm and will never survive again." Even more heartbreaking is that the 122 people in Endeli village will never wake up again."

Xu Qing realized that his unintentional question had led to such a tragedy, and he immediately apologized to En Deli: "Sorry, my question was too abrupt." I shouldn't have asked.

He shook his head and said,"It's not your fault. Ever since I joined Huaxia Martial Soul, I swore to eliminate those ancient martial artists who harmed others. If you join the martial soul in the future, you will understand how terrifying they are."

Xu Qing knew that even if he didn't join the Huaxia Martial Spirit, he could imagine how much harm those ancient martial artists who ignored the law and harmed ordinary people would cause. It was like a fierce lion breaking into a kindergarten. If he did not pay a heavy price, he would not be able to subdue it at all!

Xu Qing, are you interested in joining the Huaxia Martial Spirit?" Ren Bing asked eagerly. He was in urgent need of reinforcements. When he encountered a powerful Mystic Realm expert like Xu Qing, how could he give up so easily?

However, Xu Qing did not intend to make a hasty decision. He planned to wait for Master Wang Tiangang to return before making a decision. He knew very well that Old Wang had handed him his consecration certificate before leaving, which was not just a simple matter of receiving wages.

Captain Ren, regarding joining the Huaxia Martial Spirit, I want to wait for Master to return before making a decision." He promised," During this period, if you encounter any difficult tasks, you can contact me at any time. As long as I can help, I will definitely try my best."

Hearing this, Ren Bing no longer insisted. He felt comforted by the fact that Xu Qing had agreed to contribute to Team Five. Even though he was still Wang Tiangang's disciple and was not bound by any rules, as long as he was willing to help, they could only use the word "beg" to ask him to help.

After dinner, Xu Qing took the initiative to call the waiter to pay the bill. Then, he bid farewell to Ren Bing and the others and rode his electric motorcycle toward Antique Street. After obtaining the Prajna Relic, Xu Qing developed a strong interest in antiques. He guessed that some antiques might have gas on their surfaces that could be absorbed by the eye, and if he was lucky enough to encounter one, he would make a big profit.

As night fell, the vendors on Antique Street began to close their stalls. The shops on both sides of the street were brightly lit, and there were few pedestrians, adding to the loneliness. Xu Qing rode his motorbike slowly, his gaze casually sweeping across the stalls. However, after walking around, he did not find any colored gas on any object. He was slightly disappointed.

When Xu Qing was about to leave Antique Street, she suddenly heard a sharp tire friction sound. He looked up and saw an old woman lying on the ground before the fork, broken china fragments and other small objects scattered beside her. The old woman's palm was cut open by shards, and blood was flowing out continuously. However, the car that caused the accident stopped for a moment and then left.

The old woman tried to stand up, but it seemed that her waist had been grazed by the car. She cried out in pain and fell down again. At this time, Xu Qing riding an electric motorcycle happened to pass by, he immediately stopped to help the old woman: "I send you to the hospital."

When Xu Qing saw the old woman's face, his heart skipped a beat. The old woman who had been hit by the car was the beautiful woman who had sold him the map that night. His first bucket of gold in life benefited from the generous gift of this old lady.

"Forget it, there's no need to go to the hospital. Can you help me clean up the things on the ground?" The flower woman looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, her eyes filled with heartache and sadness.

"Oh, okay!" Xu Qing replied, then bent down to pick up the small bamboo basket beside his feet and began to pick up the undamaged scattered items. Standing at the side, the flower woman looked bitterly at the porcelain pieces on the ground, while Xu Qing silently helped her clean up everything that was broken. Aiya, these two lines of tears, ah, I really couldn't help but slide down along these wrinkles. My two blue and white porcelain bottles are really treasures in my heart. Sigh!" The flower woman choked, and her waist hurt again. It was really uncomfortable. "

Xu Qing picked up all the complete items, gently placed them on the back seat of the car, and softly comforted: "Grandma, don't be sad." I have memorized the license plate of that car. Later, we will report it together and make that guy pay the price."

The flower woman wiped away her tears and sighed: "Alas, forget it." Old woman, my fate is not good. Thank you, young man."