"Come in, the door is not locked." Zhao Qing said.

The visitor was indeed Feigen. He flashed in, closed the door lightly, then grinned at Zhao Qing, revealing his white teeth, and said, "Uncle! I have something to look for you, it's about you."

Zhao Qing didn't say anything and looked at Feigen carefully. He got in from the shit ditch, but at this time he was dry, without any odor on his body, and his clothes were still the same set, but they were cleaner than when he first met him. It turned out that this kid didn't know where he was hiding, and washed his whole body, and washed his clothes, and came to find him after the clothes were dry.

"Oh! What's going on about me?" Zhao Qing asked in a deep voice pretending to be unknown.

"Uncle! The young one is the one who reports to you. If you believe it, then reward the smaller one with money. If you don't believe it, the younger one will not disturb you." Feigan looked pleased and said very nicely, but this is the life wisdom of the little one.

"Yes! Tell me." Zhao Qing nodded slightly and said.

"That's right, you're targeted by someone, you're targeted by the blood flag." Feigen said in a deep voice as if he was one of Zhao Qing and his gang, and he secretly hated this matter.

"After the little one was taken as a guide for you, he was caught by Luo Sen, the core member of the Blood Flag, and brought to the Blood Flag Fortress. He asked me to repeat your every move, every word, every expression, according to the little one's understanding of those people, everyone in this hotel will be taken away and questioned after you leave."

Hearing this, Zhao Qing remained silent for a moment, which made Feigen a little at a loss. After a moment of calmness, Feigen asked carefully, "Master! Do you believe the words of little?"

"I believe it." Zhao Qing nodded slightly and continued.

"I believe it, how much reward do you want?"

"This..." Hearing this, Feigen hesitated, and he thought to himself: Of course, the more it is better. If you reward one hundred mitr silver coins, I will accept it without hesitation. Why do you ask me how much I want?

"Just give the little two mitril coins." Feigan said after a moment of consideration.

"Okay! I'll give you two mitr silver coins." Zhao Qing took out two mitr silver coins from his wallet and placed them in front of Feigen.

This wallet was just now when selling things, and asked for the commercial building to receive it, because Zhao Qing divided the money equally by 100 shares into each person. Before entering the black market, Zhao Qing had decided to let everyone disperse it, and this money was each person's start-up capital.

Feigan got the reward he wanted, so he thought of retreating. After all, this is the territory of the Blood Flag. His behavior is dancing on the tip of a knife. If someone knows his behavior at this time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Now my people are being stared at by the blood flag, you should have a way to make my people leave here without knowing it." Zhao Qing said before Feigen said back.

Hearing this, Feigen said in his heart that terrible. Although he knew how to leave here without knowing the truth, he shook his head without hesitation and said, "I don't know."

At the same time, Feigen thought: If you really leave here without knowing it, the people of the Blood Flag will definitely investigate, and you will be exposed at that time. Although the possibility is very small, you cannot take risks with your own life.

"Is that so? It's such a pity. As you know, the bag of coins in my hand belongs to you, and there are more than a hundred hilarious silver coins in it." Zhao Qing weighed the bag in his hand, and then spoke.

Although this was a powerful temptation for Feigan, he did not show any of it and still insisted on not knowing it.

In this regard, Zhao Qing naturally knew Feigen's thoughts, but he did not point it out. So he changed the question and said, "I want to know why the people in the Blood Flag stared at me and others, but I didn't find anything."

Feigan thought about it and thought that this question could be answered, so he said, "Because there is a net in the black market in Blood Flag. Every few dozen meters, there is a person who works for Blood Flag. They are either stalls, beggars, commercial shopkeepers, or pedestrians. Each of them has their own things to do, and they are not targeting anyone, but if they put their eyes together, the entire black market is exposed to Blood Flag's gaze."

"Because they did not target you, just as you looked at passers-by, and they also looked at you, so you could not detect anything, of course! Before your door entered the black market, each of them knew your existence and saw your portrait."

Zhao Qing felt a sudden appearance and then asked, "Do you know the location of these people?"

"Of course I know, I grew up here, and there is nothing I don't know about." Feigen was willing to answer this question. As long as they escaped under the nose of the Blood Flag, then he would have no risk. He just paused his tone when he said this, and his eyes naturally fell on Zhao Qing's wallet.

Zhao Qing took out a few cryptic silver coins from his wallet and placed them on the table. Feigen then said the names of more than 300 people, their locations, as well as their identities and appearance characteristics they used to conceal, and described them in a very detailed manner.

"Do you know the background of the Blood Flag? Since a group of thieves dare to build a black market with mixed fish and dragons next to the thief's nest, they must be in control." Zhao Qing asked another question.

Feigen was not sure about this question, but he still knew something and said, "I don't know, but I know that the city lord of Mincheng has dividends from the Blood Flag. I know that every once in a while, the Blood Flag will send someone to the city lord."

Zhao Qing shook his head secretly. Even if the Blood Flag used money to buy the Lord of Mincheng, the Blood Flag would not blatantly build a black market next to the thief's nest, and set up checkpoints on roads with a radius of hundreds of miles. The Blood Flag was so arrogant that it could not be because of giving money to the Lord of Mincheng.

Zhao Qing asked a few more questions, Feigan answered selectively, finally took a break, walked out of the door, and looked out of the head and avoided everyone, leaving the hotel without knowing it.

Standing by the window! Looking at the people who were following, Zhao Qing sighed secretly and said, "These people are in trouble."

Since there is trouble, this trouble naturally needs to be solved. Zhao Qing is not worried about his safety, but when his subordinates are dispersed, if they are targeted by the Blood Flag people, the consequences can be imagined. He does not want to take this risk.

For people like thieves, tough methods are the most direct and effective.

So Zhao Qing walked out of the hotel, and there were people coming and going on the street. The fierce robbers were the mainstream. There were all kinds of people coming to the black market Taobao. There was a sloppy middle-aged man setting up a street stall opposite, with all kinds of strange things on the ground. Except for those second-hand weapons, Zhao Qing didn't recognize him.

Zhao Qing came to this street stall. The sloppy middle-aged man glanced at him, then ignored him. He was very unique and looked like a ronin who was not satisfied with his life. Most people really couldn't tell that this was a follower of the Blood Flag.

"I don't like being stared at, please go back and tell the blood flag." Zhao Qing looked at him.

Hearing this, middle-aged man was stunned, but he ignored Zhao Qing, as if he was talking nonsense, and just looked at him coldly.

"It's really professional!" At this point, middle-aged people didn't show any flaws. Zhao Qing sighed, then squatted down and picked up a dagger from the ground.

"Ten Blood Coins." Middle-aged man finally spoke, but the price of the dagger.

Zhao Qing smiled, took out ten blood copper coins from his arms, and then turned around and left. He did not go back to the hotel, but walked to the other side of the street. The sloppy middle-aged man put away the blood copper coins. Looking at Zhao Qing's back, he showed a look of contempt and murmured to himself, "Boy, he's still a little tender."

However, the sloppy middle-aged man was a little curious. How did this kid know that he was the stalker of the Blood Flag? The direction Zhao Qing is now in the direction he is in, the first one is the restaurant shopkeeper and the second one is a beggar.

He wanted to see what Zhao Qing would do? He didn't know whether to pay for wine or donate coins to the beggar. Thinking of this, the sloppy middle-aged man couldn't help laughing and looked over there with interest.

However, the next moment, the pupils of the sloppy middle-aged man suddenly contracted, and his back was sweating profusely.

Zhao Qing walked to the restaurant door, paused, and then a cold light passed by, and the restaurant shopkeeper's eyebrows were suddenly penetrated by a dagger, and then he lay on the counter, motionless.

After all, the black market is controlled by the blood flag. Although it is chaotic, few people dare to use force here, let alone killing people. When the people in the restaurant saw the shopkeeper being killed, they immediately calmed down and immediately started to cheer. There were quite a few people who praised him, and some people chose to leave.

After Zhao Qing killed one person, he did not stop and walked towards the beggar. After all, the beggar was a follower, so he naturally saw clearly what was happening in front of him. When he saw Zhao Qing walking towards him, he was immediately panicked.

"Boy! You dare, I'm..." Before the beggar finished speaking, a stone pierced through his eyebrows with the sound of breaking through the air, and then fell to the ground with a bang, and a red and white color flowed out of the blood hole between his eyebrows.

After dealing with the beggar, Zhao Qing continued to walk along the street. There was a net of blood flags in the black market. Hundreds of people were scattered in every corner of the black market. Therefore, Zhao Qing killed one ten steps and walked in one circle. The entire black market was in chaos, and this net was broken.

In front of the hotel, Zhao Qing glanced at the opposite side. The sloppy middle-aged man who set up a stall left the stall and ran away. He was the only survivor of the entire website.

At this time, the sloppy middle-aged man hurriedly and ran to the Blood Flag Fortress with a look of horror, knelt in front of the Blood Flag of the Big Leader, and said nervously, "Big Leader, the man came out of the hotel and went straight to the little one, asking the little one to tell the big leader that he didn't like being stared at, so he started killing people. He walked around the black market, and all the people he followed were dead, leaving only the little one."
Chapter completed!