Qingdu, Sanxiong Chamber of Commerce.

This chamber of commerce is said to have been founded by three brothers who rebel Jinlan. Each of them is a manager and has been in charge of the first business. It has been fifty-seven years since its establishment.

Its power covers many industries such as medicinal materials, leather, and grain. Behind it is rumored that there are several nobles, and they are also one of the top shops in Qingduzhong.

Headquarters, Sanxiong Building.

The manager Song Yi smiled and wandered around, greeted customers, and danced well.

"The Third Master has been in a long time. Two new horses have been found in the building, which are of grassland blood. Do you want to take a look?"

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Zhao? Congratulations to Xide Lin'er, come here, and give this young master a piece of immortality golden lock, just like my gift!"

"Master Jiang, haha... See you all out tonight's banquet!"

...

After a round of things, when she returned to the backyard, Song Yi's expression became extremely serious. She looked at a piece of paper in her hand: "I actually used this kind of highest level of messaging, and I'm not afraid of being exposed, alas..."

He sighed, speeded up and came to a secret room: "Master, there is news!"

The secret room is closed on all sides, and even during the day, it is not airtight and only a candlestick is lit.

"What happened?"

Behind the candlestick is an old man with tall white hair, named Song Zhenxiong, who was one of the three heroes of that year.

Time is the biggest weapon. He was once a hero who was proud of the business world. At this time, he was the only one who had the fruits to survive.

"Please see the highest level of messaging!"

Song Yi is a strong man in the Song family. At this time, Soul handed over the paper ball, and it was snow-white when it was opened.

Song Zhenxiong pondered for a while, took out a ring on his hand, turned the machine, and picked out some white powder.

Song Yi personally served by her side, took warm water and mixed it, sprinkled it on the paper, and lines of red small characters immediately appeared.

"The king has appointed Duan Yu as the silver medal in the city patrol and given a battalion of soldiers to be responsible for pursuing the Northern Yan spies?"

Song Zhenxiong narrowed his eyes, with some memories.

On the surface, he was a big businessman who was profit-oriented, but secretly he was a spy sent by Beiyan.

However, for decades in Qing Kingdom, the Song family has also grown up here, and only a few hard-core confidants learned about the news.

"Owner, this Duan Yu is not a good person. She likes to be unexpected. She has ruined us once in Yezhou. This time, I'm afraid the people who come here are bad!"

Song Yi said anxiously: "We were moved too hard by orders from the north before, so we were afraid that we would have exposed a lot of our legs."

The lurking spies and single-line contact rarely have the opportunity to be exposed, but during the last trip to the grassland, Beiyan also paid a lot of money for victory.

The first thing is that the spies in Qingdu are dispatched from all directions to convey the news, which immediately aroused Cui Fang's vigilance, which is why Duan Yu is involved.

"We have a mixed relationship. That jade is just a sixth-grade master. I can't make any waves. To be safe... You go to the village outside the city first and let the few people from the north avoid the limelight immediately!"

"Hmph, this grassroots have repeatedly ruined my major affairs. When the north recovers, he will be the first to kill the sacrificial flag! Even if we don't need to take action from the north, we can jointly launch it, so that he can die without a burial place!"

Song Zhenxiong was old and became more and more stingy. By the time he opened his eyes, it was already shining.

"Abide by the order!"

Seeing Song Yi strode out, he pondered for a while, closed the door of the secret room, thought for a while, and activated several more formations.

This secret room was built. Once these mechanisms were opened, unless he took the initiative to go out, it would be possible to destroy the walls of the secret room if he wanted to come in.

After completing all this, Song Zhenxiong stomped his feet, stood up, and came to a wall.

He pressed his right hand on a certain wall brick position and suddenly fell into it. One wall moved back and a god position appeared.

"Master!"

Song Zhenxiong lit incense solemnly and performed three bows and nine bows to the gods, with a very pious expression.

This is a secret that only he knows, even his confidant Song Yi and his sons don’t know it!

His real master was the previous glorious Daxia Dynasty. He also believed that he was a remnant of Daxia, not from Qingguo and Beiyan!

After a moment of silent praying, the god's position roared, and a shadow appeared faintly.

The shadow was vague and spoke with great difficulty: "Land deeply, even if it is exposed, the relationship between Daxia cannot be leaked!"

Just after saying something, the shadow exploded and even a few cracks appeared on the divine throne.

"Yin and Yang are separated, and it is so difficult to pass on words, especially in this Qingdu... I have only used this kind of contact information three times in my life..."

Song Zhenxiong looked at the throne with a confused look. He raised his hand several times, but he did not dare to leave.

After all, if it comes to concealment, it is best to destroy all of these.

But he had been worshipping this god for decades and had formed an instinct, just like how many people could smash the god statues he believed in?

What's more, if you are a human, you will have some luck.

If it has not been exposed for decades, maybe it can be concealed for a lifetime?

Just then, a noise came from outside.

Song Zhenxiong gritted his teeth and let the agency restore its original state. He strode out of the secret room and came to the front desk: "What's wrong?"

"East...Original Master!"

Several shopkeepers collapsed to the ground, watching a wave of soldiers rushing in, Mingdao held a gun, and was almost scared to speak.

The people who live in Qingdu have not seen this scene for many years, and when they meet it, they are really scared.

"Dragon Army?"

When Song Zhenxiong saw the sign on the soldiers' armor, his eyelids twitched and bowed forward: "Dear soldiers, you..."

"According to the order of the silver medal of the city tour, the Sanxiong Chamber of Commerce has hidden illegal laws. All personnel will take them down, and all goods and houses will be checked. If there is any resistance, they will be killed directly!"

Qin Feiyu strode in with iron armor, strode in with a murderous aura.

There was actually blood dripping from the armor and scabbard on his body.

"ah!"

Seeing this scene, screams suddenly came from the surroundings.

"Is this lieutenant misunderstanding? Our business has members of the Eight Virtue Kings!"

Song Zhenxiong calmed down at this time, and said with a smile without a smile.

"I care who is in your backstage? I'll catch it!"

Qin Feiyu grinned and scabbard a little.

Song Zhenxiong moved his hands, but he did not resist and surrendered.

Seeing this scene, a trace of coldness flashed through Qin Fei's eyes and he drew his sword directly.

puff!

Blood splatters!

Song Zhenxiong screamed, and the tendon on his right hand was picked!

"Ah...you!"

In the severe pain, he got up angrily, and nowhere did he come from the powerful force, he kicked the Dragon Army soldiers next to him away.

"Sure enough, he is a hidden master. How dare he resist?"

Qin Feiyu suddenly retreated, and behind him, several spearmen stepped forward, and the spears protruded and stabbed into Song Zhenxiong's stomach.

Poor, even though this old man was full of master's martial arts, his right hand tendon was picked, and he was beaten by elite soldiers from all directions. He was defeated in just a few moves and his intestines were flowing out.

Seeing this scene, the friends around him were originally playing tricks and wanted to have an attack. They immediately remained silent, their faces were pale, and they turned into quails with their heads.

"Brother has given instructions to deal with you, talk less and kill more people!"

Qin Feiyu stepped forward and looked at Song Zhenxiong who was still struggling: "The Blue and White Chamber of Commerce, Xie family, and Li family have all been circulated, and the evidence is already there. The more you resist, the faster you die!"

These families are all secret spies in Beiyan or those who have contacted each other, and there are two families that even Song Zhenxiong know.

But when she heard that the evidence had been found, she was as strong as a mountain of evidence, and Song Zhenxiong died with all her eyes closed.

"Search my house!"

Qin Feiyu waved his hand, and two rows of soldiers rushed in immediately and began to seize goods and houses.

Not long after, another discovery was made: "Report to the captain, discover a secret room!"

"Oh? It seems like a big fish!"

Qin Feiyu heard a voice coming from behind him, and couldn't help but turn around and saw Duan Yu and a few people arresting Song Yi back.

"From his direction, I should be going to the village outside the city. I have ordered a few silver and bronze seals to go, and I should be able to gain something..."

Duan Yu chuckled: "If there is no... then these people will be penetrated and their roots are rotten. Let's go to jail together."

This is the benefit of the prophet.

When others investigate cases, they must start with small clues and peel off the cocoons, and sometimes they are prone to going to the wrong path.
To be continued...