Wang Wenshan in the east hall, a young man in western clothes, and the woman in Hanfu were sitting in a room.

Wang Wenshan gasped for breath. He knew that this was because of what happened last time, when Qi Tian gave someone in the East Hall a slap on the wrist.

The young man in a suit adjusted his collar: "The level of arrogance of Qitian is indeed beyond our expectations. He dares to kill Huang Fu. He is really not afraid of our Dongtang."

The woman in Hanfu smiled slightly: "While he is arrogant, he also shows his strength. Huang Fu is not a fool. There are always people around him. If Qi Tian can kill Huang Fu so easily, he must first kill Huang Fu quietly. people."

"Qi Tian! Damn it! Damn it!" Wang Wenshan's eyes were red, and he sounded like he wanted to eat Qi Tian alive.

A phone rang.

Wang Wenshan looked at his phone, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.

A voice came from the other end of the phone: "What are your plans?" Reading La

Wang Wenshan's face instantly became respectful, and he said: "Qi Tian is openly provoking us. If we don't make any response, Qi Tian will really think that we are easy to bully! So what if Tianyin is his realm? The whole The underground areas in the five western provinces belong to our Dongtang!"

The person on the other end of the phone smiled: "It's been a long time since anyone dared to provoke us in the East Hall like this. Because of Qi Tian, ​​things suddenly became interesting. We can't explain it if we don't deal with it a little bit."

Wang Wenshan immediately replied: "Understood!"

Someone hung up on the other end of the phone.

Wang Wenshan had a stern look in his eyes: "Since we want to start a war, don't blame us for using any means necessary. Qi Tian, ​​you are very good at fighting, how can your parents be so good at fighting!"

Wang Wenshan gritted his teeth and made a call: "Get ready now and leave for Tianyin. Tomorrow night, I want to see the heads of Qitian's parents on my table!"

night.

Qitian returned to the city and dialed a number: "Ask two experts to come over and protect my parents. How to arrange it specifically."

After finishing speaking, Qi Tian hung up the phone and went home to sleep.

Qitian rarely went home. As soon as he entered the house, Wen Suhua nagged him. Qitian listened honestly.

Qi Dongsheng suddenly said: "By the way, I haven't seen Liu Yi for a long time. I'll go and see her in a few days."

"Yeah." Wen Suhua nodded, "Buy some more things."

When Qi Tian heard this, he felt a little headache. When the second elder saw that Liu Yi's leg was healed, he would definitely ask about it. After learning that he was the one who treated it, he would definitely ask for an explanation.

Qitian sometimes doesn't know how to explain these things.

Let’s talk about it then.

Qi Tian lay on the bed and had a good sleep.

Early the next morning, Qitian's family of three went to the store together.

The decoration of the store has now reached the final stage. All it takes is laying the floor tiles and adding tables, chairs and benches.

The tile layman is a man in his thirties.

Qi Dongsheng saw the master laying the tiles and asked curiously: "Hey, where is Lao Zhang?"

"He has something to do at home and has gone back. Don't worry, I'm pretty good at my craftsmanship." The new master smiled shyly at Qi Dongsheng, picked up a tile and laid it.

Qi Dongsheng watched for a while and felt relieved when he saw that the other party's skills were really good.

It's almost noon.

Qi Tian said to Qi Dongsheng: "Mom and Dad, it's almost lunch time. Let's go out for a bite to eat and then buy a lunch box for the tiler."

Qi Dongsheng and his wife looked at the time, nodded, and followed Qi Tian out of the back door.

As soon as the three of them went out, the front door of the store was pushed open by someone.

A young man in his twenties came in. After entering, he glanced at the house and then said, "Where is the owner of this house?"

The tile master wiped his sweat and said, "I just went out."

"Oh." The young man simply found a place to sit down, "Master, how much does it cost to lay tiles today?"

The tile master smiled honestly: "One hundred and eighty."

The young man curled his lips: "It's not profitable at all. I don't even make six thousand yuan in a month. Sometimes I make enough money in one day to last you ten years."

"Hey." The tile master sighed, "The way we make money is different. In this business, you make hard-earned money, but you make money by taking people's lives. They are two different things."

The young man's pupils shrank slightly, and then he smiled: "It seems that you are here specially waiting for me to come."

The tile master shook his head: "It's not like I'm just waiting here. Whether you come or not, I have to do all this work. If you don't come, I will lay the tiles and go back after finishing decorating the house. You want

Now that I’m here, let’s do some part-time work.”

The young man stood up and narrowed his eyes: "You are very confident, but I don't know how long your confidence can last."

The tile master was still gluing the floor and pasting the tiles neatly on it: "You, your tone of voice is exactly like Fei Yu. How is he now? Is he still alive?"

The young man's breathing became obviously rapid.

"Don't worry." The tile master still lowered his head and was busy with his own business, "In this industry, you are most afraid of being impatient, right? There are thick calluses on the index fingers of your left hand and right hand, and you will unconsciously

The reason for moving these two fingers is to keep them

You who play with hidden weapons attach great importance to these two fingers. This is how Feiyu practiced at that time. This is his special skill and will not be passed on to others. I remember eleven years ago, he said he had taken it.

The only disciple who can inherit his legacy is you, right?"

The young man's face was full of solemnity: "Who are you?"

The tile master took off his gloves: "How did Feiyu's left hand break? Didn't he tell you?"

"You are a craftsman!" The young man's pupils dilated instantly, and his tone was full of disbelief.

Craftsman, more than ten years ago, was a terrifying and powerful man who was famous among underground forces, and he was also a top killer.

In that era, the two words represented by craftsmen were death!

The young man has heard too many stories about craftsmen. Even the master he admired most had an arm cut off by a craftsman, so he washed his hands in the golden basin.

The craftsman smiled: "No one has mentioned this title for a long time. If you didn't mention it, I would have almost forgotten it."

The young man's body couldn't stop trembling: "How much money does Qitian give you to ask you to come out!"

The craftsman shook his head: "Money has no meaning for people like us. We have enjoyed glory and wealth, suffered hardships, and can live any kind of life. People like me don't have any big problems."

Just follow your ambitions, Mr. Qi didn't give me any money, to be precise, I was serving him."

"Serve? Him?" The young man couldn't believe it, "Why should he?"

The craftsman said: "He is the master of the Dragon King Palace."

"Dragon King Palace!"

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