After hanging up the phone, my heart was like a roller coaster ride, unable to calm down.

The stranger on the phone finally reported the address of my meeting.

No. 456, Zhongshan North Street, Xingqing District.

Guangming Hall.

Lao Wen told me that he said that the Guangming Guild Hall is almost the most mysterious private guild in Yinchuan. It has a tight security and the gate is locked all year round. There is a local saying that No. 456, Zhongshan North Street is the Hui Chamber of Commerce Hall.

The other party did not indicate his identity, but just emphasized on the phone that I must go, and secretly stated that something happened to Douyazai to repair the TV, which was in their hands.

Lao Wen went to pick up Uncle Liao, but he didn't get anyone and only brought back one hand. It was about 8:40 at that time.

At around 9 o'clock, I received this mysterious call.

The other party asked me to arrive before 12 o'clock.

At this moment, Brother Yu saw that I was uneasy and sighed, "It seems that someone wants to deal with you. Is it a blessing or not a disaster? It's a disaster. Let's go. I will go with you and use money to eliminate disasters for others. Once an emergency occurs, I, Yu Wenbin, will protect you from safety."

Brother Yu said calm words seriously.

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I looked at him blankly and finally nodded.

The other party called himself "we."

who are they?

All this was known in two hours.

"Can't you go without going Yunfeng?" Xiaoxuan looked at me worriedly and said.

I shook my head and said no, but I didn't say it clearly, but I had already sent a signal. If I didn't go, the next time I would probably be Douyazai's hand.

Xiaoxuan lowered her head and stopped talking.

Yu Wenbin disappeared for two minutes, and when he saw him, he had already changed into clothes.

The weather was getting colder and colder. He changed into a loose black sportswear, zipped to his chin, holding a smooth wooden stick nearly 2 meters long in his hand, with a solemn look.

I guess, Brother Yu may also feel that this group of people is definitely not a local Yinchuan force.

The distance was not close, so Brother Zhiyuan borrowed Lao Wang's yellow face. He threw away half of the cigarette butt and stepped on it. He opened the car door and let us get in the car.

I saw Xiaoxia's sister-in-law watching silently in the distance without going up to say a word.

The co-pilot had a blade machete wrapped in a towel, so you didn't have to think about who it was.

Yinchuan was quiet late at night, and a dilapidated yellow-faced car drove towards Xingqing District at a constant speed.

Arrived at the place at 11:25.

Brother Yu got out of the car with a wooden stick and said, "Wait outside and pick us up at any time."

Brother Zhiyuan turned off the headlights and looked at us and nodded.

I looked up and saw that less than a hundred meters ahead, there was an antique building, with blue brick houses, wooden doors and copper nails, and a red lantern hung on the left and right sides of the door. The light bulbs in the lanterns were very low, and the lighting light emitted was also hazy.

Under the lantern, there is a plaque with a black background with profound handwriting and thick gold stamping. From left to right, the four-character regular script is engraved with flying dragons and phoenixes.

"Guangming Hall."

Brother Yu walked to the door with a stick, smashed the stick with one hand, and looked up at the small probe on the door.

Three minutes later.

"Squeak"

The gate of the Guangming Guild Hall slowly opened to both sides.

There was a young man who came out. He was about the early thirties, medium-length hair, thin body, and no abnormal expression on his face.

He looked at Brother Yu and said, "My friend, just put the stick at the door, it's very safe here."

Brother Yu just glanced at him and shook his head.

Seeing that Brother Yu ignored him, this man raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay, let them come in." Just then, a loud voice came from the room. Listening to the door, I felt full of energy.

Then the man was not stopping him, but just bent down slightly and said politely:

"please."

I took a deep breath and tried my best to avoid being afraid and walked into the hall.

The hall of the Guangming Guild Hall is brightly lit, and the furniture placed around it is all old furniture. I took a quick look and found that there were more than ten pieces of Huanghuali furniture in the early Guangming Dynasty, not to mention the official kiln porcelain that can be displayed everywhere.

"Sit down."

In the hall, the man who spoke looked in his fifties. He had white hair on his temples and was wearing ordinary white shirts and suits. The cuffs of the white shirt were rolled up to reveal most of his arms, looking like an ordinary passerby uncle.

"It's not cold, the air conditioner is on in the room," he smiled, and stood up to greet us to sit down.

Sitting under my butt was the Huanghuali Taishi chair of the Ming Dynasty. I asked with a nervous mood: "Yes, yourselves."

The man looked at me and smiled and said, "My friend Xiang Yunfeng, you have always had an intersection with us. In Shunde, when we parted at the foot of Feimo Mountain, it was already the Chinese New Year."

Although this person looks ordinary and dresses like an uncle on the street, for some reason, he gives me a great sense of oppression as he speaks.

The moment I came in, I actually guessed

It's Changchun Club

It is the huge organization that originated in Changchun, Northeast China and secretly managed the old society.

I was very nervous and grabbed the armrest of the chair. Brother Yu noticed my nervousness and subconsciously clenched the stick.

He saw that my body was tense and said:

"Young people don't have to be nervous. I am different from some people. At the same time, I have always had an intersection with Ms. Zhao Qingwan, so I still have to give her face. I always stand on the side of justice. I invite you here this time, mainly to open the announcement and talk to you."

“Speak?”

I gritted my teeth and said, "Sister Hong is such a good person, you are playing with it like that. Sister Hong poked her head. Do you know if she will blame herself? Will she be sad? Her father was harmed by the Changchun Club. Sister Hong told me that her goal in this life is to save enough money. If 100 million is not enough, it will be 300 million! Sister Hong said she would kill the Northeast to avenge her family!"

I became more excited when I thought about the past and my face turned red.

"Standing on the side of justice? Have you ever thought about using those sluts to control people and make people do things against their conscience, so how can you talk about justice?"

"And! You have traveled thousands of miles to chase us to Hong Kong! You have to kill us for what! What kind of potion is for that bottle?!"

This man kept quiet after I finished speaking.

"Why"

He sighed, "Young man, Changchun will be huge. Believe me, it is bigger than you think. I can only control some of it. I feel deeply regretful and sorry for your previous experience."

I was a little at a loss when I heard this, just an accident.

Is it the Changchun Club?

Are Changchun all arrogant people like Xiaolangtou?

But in this way, why do these people have to deal with Douyazai?

"Young man, then I will say straight to the point, I'm in a hurry, I just want the bottle of medicine in your hand."

"You just have to give it to me."

"In return, I can promise you two things."

He looked at me and said, "First, we will help you settle the hostile forces in Yinchuan. No matter who it is, if you want him to disappear from this world forever, let me tell you a name."

"Second, as long as I am in my term, Changchun will never actively interfere in your life again."

"How is it?" After saying that, the man poured himself a cup of tea, looked at me calmly, waiting for my reply.

Blue Potion

Small blue bottle

I have resisted that thing from beginning to end from the bottom of my heart. Whenever I close my eyes, the shadow of Researcher An often appears in my mind. It's so terrible. If I hadn't seen it myself, I would never believe that dead people can still open their eyes.

That thing is the trampling on modern science in civilized society!

The little blue bottle is like a taboo, and I resist this thing from the bottom of my heart.

I'm afraid only two people know where this thing is now, and even my weightiest head is, because I have never told anyone this secret.

One of these two people who know is myself.

Another one.
Chapter completed!