Liu Qingqing was drunk.

Anyone who tries to drink himself drunk will become drunk.

Looking at Liu Qingqing who was drunk as if he was boneless by the window on the second floor, Yang Yu felt hesitant in his heart.

Following him all the way last night, although he never heard the conversation between father and son, he could tell from his fight with his own bodyguard for Li Eryi that this eldest son had a good nature.

Therefore, he didn't really want to contact him.

"Um?"

Slightly distracted, a hand came over quietly. Yang Yu was alert and faced him with his backhand.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound, and Yang Yu felt his arms go numb, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, he saw the cloak in front of him raised slightly.

"Wang Wu?"

Yang Yu let go of the knife and shook his arm.

"No matter how big or small you are, you have to call me Fifth Master!"

Wang Wu lowered his cloak, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.

Looking back at Liu Qingqing, Yang Yu turned around and followed him. The two of them walked through the busy city one after the other. The speed was not slow, but they did not attract anyone's attention.

Soon, we turned into an alley.

“Special brew!”

As soon as he lifted his cloak, Wang Wu couldn't control the anger in his heart:

"Then where did Liu Wenpeng hire such a master? He almost noticed me several times..."

"Are you talking about the old Taoist who smells bad and seems to have practiced poisonous skills?"

Yang Yu's heart moved.

I'm afraid Wang Wu has not been idle these days, but it seems that he has gained nothing.

"Poison Kung Fu?"

Wang Wu was startled and said, "Be careful."

"I saw you coming out of Wang Fobao's house this morning. Did he say anything?"

Yang Prison had nothing to hide and told everything.

Wang Wu's face became solemn, even livid:

"Seal the main roads and prohibit all traffic. These lunatics are so audacious. What do they want to do? Massacre the city?!"

Wang Wu's anger could hardly be suppressed.

He paced back and forth and took a long time to make up his mind.

Gritting his teeth, he led Yang Yu around and over, and carefully knocked on the door of a sesame oil shop.

clatter!

Da da da!

One long, three short, four times, and someone behind the door responded:

"I have a rest today, please be early tomorrow."

"Fuck you, can't you hear my voice?"

Wang Wu pushed hard, directly deduced the door bolt, and strode in.

‘Is this the six-door stronghold?’

Yang Yu had some guesses in his mind.

A short, fat man in thick clothes hurriedly closed the door and complained:

"I have been working hard for this stronghold for several years. If you slip up, don't blame Lao Zhang for suing you!"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Yang Yu.

"Okay, this is the person I hired, and he is much more reliable than you."

Wang Wu sat down unceremoniously, picked up the teapot and poured half a pot of water into his mouth:

"Fat Zhang, where is the help I want you to ask for? When will it arrive?"

"The eagle has been flying for a few days. Logically speaking, it will be here soon. It should only be in the next three or two days."

Fatty Zhang spoke softly and still complained:

"It's not like you don't know Liu Wenpeng's methods. If you bring people here, you will be in big trouble if you are exposed."

"Recently?"

Wang Wu sneered and told him the news that all the main roads in Black Mountain City were blocked.

Fatty Zhang's expression suddenly changed when he heard this.

"Tell yourself, what have you gained in the past three years? What tricks have you caught?"

Wang Wu patted the table.

This fat man's name is Boss Zhang. Like him, he was born in the army and entered the Sixth Gate. However, he was sent down to work as a head catcher, while this fat man settled in Montenegro.

"How can it be that easy?"

Fatty Zhang rolled his eyes angrily:

"That old guy bullied his superiors, plundered a whole county's money, and managed to get away with it. From the Shunde Mansion to the yamen's swordsmen and pen clerks, who has not confiscated his benefits?

The fact that I can avoid being discovered is already a great skill."

"Pooh!"

Wang Wu didn't bother to waste any more words, so he directly asked him to bring out all the recent information.

Yang Yu found a seat by himself and waited leisurely.

After a while, until Fatty Zhang hesitated to light an oil lamp, Wang Wu put down the file.

"People from the Iron Sword Sect?"

Wang Wu ‘hehe’ sneered:

"Fat Zhang, I'm going to visit the Liu Mansion. You must find a way to lure that veteran of the Iron Sword Sect out!"

"How can this be done?"

Fatty Zhang waved his hands repeatedly.

"No? Then I have to report the fact that your intelligence was wrong and almost killed me!"

Wang Wu snorted coldly.

"This this……"

Fatty Zhang had sweat on his forehead, and when Wang Wu refused to let go, he could only grit his teeth and agree.

Wang Wu then gave up and asked about what happened in the prison:

"Did you ask anything from the mouth of the Lian Sheng Cult?"

"Yes, there is."

Glancing at Yang Yu, Fatty Zhang hesitated slightly.

"When has it been? Do you still care about this?"

Wang Wu frowned and urged.

Only then did Boss Zhang speak: "This matter is a long story."

"Then stop talking nonsense and keep the story short!"

"Well……"

Almost choked to death by Wang Wu's words, Fatty Zhang glared at him angrily before saying:

"Speaking of which, Emperor Qin conquered Liuhe and unified the world..."

"Why don't you start talking about your special brew from the beginning of Pangu?"

Wang Wu almost slapped him.

"Grandpa, do you still want to listen?!"

Fatty Zhang also became angry.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, Yang Yu, who was speechless, stood up and started to smooth things over.

"The Qin Emperor conquered Liuhe and unified the world. His talents were great and his strategy was great. Among the emperors in the past three thousand years, only the Taizu of this dynasty can compare with him..."
To be continued...