Dark red paint, like a color of blood.

The middle-aged man carried a box, walked through the streets and alleys, and came to a courtyard.

He looked around and reached out and gently pulled the door knocker.

Four long three short.

After a moment of pause, someone asked behind the door: "Who?"

The middle-aged man patted the box on his shoulder and grinned: "Mr., it's me."

The door was silent for a moment, and with a creaking sound, a gap opened, revealing half of a person's face and one eye.

His eyes were staring at the middle-aged man with great force, as if he wanted to see him through the belt bone.

After a stop, the door finally opened a gap that only allowed one person to pass through. The person behind the door said, "Come in."

"Have everything been brought?"

"This is just a part, the man said..."

"Shh!"

Close the door gently.

It seemed as if nothing had happened.

Qian Bayi wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although it is the Shangyuan Festival, the weather in Chang'an is still cold enough.

In this way, he actually ran out of sweat.

It can be seen how urgent this time is.

"Hurry up, be more energetic. You guys, go to the Majia Restaurant; you guys, go to the Zhangjia Restaurant; and you guys, take people to the Silk Store, fruit store, and there are still people who don't. Find someone to go to the Municipal Administration and contact the Municipal Administration..."

While jogging quickly, Qian Bazhi quickly ordered the bad guys around him.

He had just received a notice from Su Dawei that he wanted to control all the people in the Smore caravan that he had returned today.

Why are you talking about this now, your mother?

Qian Bazhi smiled bitterly in his heart, but he couldn't have any attacks.

If you want to change someone, according to his temperament, I am afraid you will have cursed you a long time ago.

If you want to control the people in the caravan, it is best to enter the Chang'an city outside the city and go to the west city. It is like water melting into the sea. If you want to find it out, it is probably not that easy.

Moreover, isn’t the leader of the caravan Smore?

Smore heard that he was doing business with Ami.

Now something happened in his caravan, and we need our bad guys to investigate. What is this?

boom!

The door was broken.

Countless wood chips splashed.

Simore, who had just walked into the yard, twitched in fear, and held a jade plaque in his hand and slipped down.
Chapter completed!