Zhongying Street, located in Shatoujiao Street, Yantian District, Pengcheng, is silted into a small riverbed from Wutong Mountain to Dapeng Bay. It was originally named "Heron Trail".

It is less than 0.5 kilometers long and less than 7 meters wide. The center of the street is bounded by the "boundary stones". There are many shops on the street, and there are a variety of them. Because there is a Hong Kong Island area inside, you need to go to the bureau to get something called "A licensed pass to the border area" before you can enter it, which seems very troublesome.

However, due to its historical reasons, a special geographical location has formed a very distinctive commercial area. Although it was more similar to a tourist attraction later, it was still very lively during the period around the millennium and the commercial atmosphere was also very strong.

The old wai we are looking for is on this Sino-English street.

I heard from Ma Yiao that many people in the broker industry like to get a nickname, and the name "Lao Wai" seems to be very popular. As far as he knows, there are three - one in the southern area, one in the Yunnan-Guizhou area, and the other in Inner Mongolia. God knows why these people have such a special liking for this name, but from a certain perspective, Lao Wai from the south has a good reputation in the industry. Ma Yiao has also cooperated with him several times, and even about public welfare news, such as anti-trafficking, and that guy even provides free news, which can be regarded as a pretty good person.

It is precisely because Ma Yiao trusted Lao Wai so much, and the relationship between the two is not as simple as doing business.

Speaking of which, he is also a friend of Ma Yiao.

Unfortunately, the leak of the news about the secret realm of Baxia proved two things - first, Martin had a problem; second, this old man could not escape the relationship.

After passing the first level of tribulation, I took a short rest and arrived at Zhongying Street early the next morning.

From yesterday to today, I have felt the benefits of overcoming the tribulation.

First of all, my body is much lighter and can jump a few meters away with just one step. If I use my hands and feet together, I feel that I can even cross the wall three or four meters, and be more flexible, just like a monkey. Secondly, I have control over my body and strength. Because of the meridians, I understand all these things, no longer have the previous sense of hardship, and there is no physical instinctive reaction that cannot keep up with the brain.

There are also changes in appearance, that is, the small piece of tail exposed behind the tailbone has become longer.

One inch longer.

When Ma Yiao checked my body, he couldn't help but sigh, saying that many people are prejudiced to night walkers and think that it is an evil demon heretic. There is one very important reason, that is, it is too fast.

Progress is too fast and makes people jealous.

He said that if he hadn't been very familiar with me, he wouldn't be able to help but feel jealous.

When I heard this, I smiled slightly, but did not respond.

"I only see people eating meat, but not being beaten." Of course, this is not what Ma Yiao said, but for traditional practitioners, they really only see the talent of the night walker, but they cannot see the premature decline of the night walker's life and the miserable fate. This difficult life is like crossing a single-plank bridge and a gate of hell. If you don't pay attention, you will fall into the abyss and cannot save yourself.

I am quite good. Many people with the blood of the Night Walker have not even awakened and enjoyed a moment of power, but died tragically because of various diseases.

Therefore, becoming a night walker is both a blessing and a misfortune.

This depends on what you think.

After a while, the two arrived at a small shop on Zhongying Street, walked straight in, turned around a corridor, and in front of a small wooden door, Ma Yiao knocked on the door in three long and two short times. After three times, a creak inside, half of his head was revealed, and he looked at us, and said with an expression: "Who are you looking for?"

This is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, with small eyes and big head, wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses, and his lips are covered with fine fluff. When he squinted his eyes and looked at people, he was full of alertness and coldness.

Ma Yiao stretched out his hand, pressed the door, then pushed it in, and said, "Look for Lao Wai."

The young man hurriedly blocked the door and said, "There is no such person you mentioned here."

Ma Yiao stopped, then looked at the other party with a smile, stared at it for a while, and then said, "I know you are Lao Wai's nephew Zheng Yong, and you also know that you have just come from your hometown in Hubei to seek refuge with him. Since he is willing to take you in the broker's business, he should have told you some rules and told you who can't stop the door. I'll give you three seconds to open it, otherwise I won't teach you again--three, two..."

This was the first time I felt the majesty and momentum that Ma Yiao showed. In his sonorous and powerful words, I also felt that this young man who seemed a little immature was nervous and trembling.

At this time, Mayiao was like a knife that was unsheathed.

Showing its sharpness.

Before Ma Yiao counted one, the young man let go of his hand, then turned his body sideways and made a way out.

Ma Yiao glanced at him, patted the young man's head, and said, "Young man, learn more, there is nothing wrong with it."

The young man was very tense and lowered his head without saying a word.

But I could feel the slight cold light coming from the corners of his eyes as he lowered his eyebrows.

I could even feel that this is even more true in the old world like Mayiao, but he didn't mind, but took me forward and walked over a narrow staircase. We came to a door that looked like a warehouse. I opened the door and walked in. I saw several cubes inside, including men and women. Most of them were busy making phone calls, talking and recording, which looked very lively.

A middle-aged fat man, who was as big as a panda, saw us, came up and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Ma Yiao said calmly: "Look for Lao Wai."

The middle-aged fat man raised his eyebrows and glanced behind us. He didn't see Zheng Yong who was holding the door. He narrowed his eyes and whispered: "I am Lao Wai."

Ma Yiao stared at the oily glare on his face, and after a few seconds, he slowly said, "Fatty, I have seen your boss and know what he looks like."

The middle-aged fat man raised his head unexpectedly, looked respectful, and bowed and asked, "I dare to ask you, you are..."

Ma Yiao kept looking at him. When he saw his eyes glancing at a place on the left, he did not talk to him anymore. Instead, he pushed the person away and walked into the left. The middle-aged fat man who was pushed away shouted: "Someone is making trouble!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two burly men rushed out from both sides, one left and one right.

Both of them were over 1.9 meters tall, which was not common in the south at that time. They were also wearing red vests playing basketball, revealing their shiny tendons, and were full of momentum.

Ma Yiao looked straight at the door on the left without looking sideways.

He ignored these people because he wanted to have momentum, and the responsibility to stop these two people fell into my hands.

If it were before, two big men who were taller than me who had always come to me viciously, I would have run away quickly, as far as I could, but at this moment, my identity was different, and my mood naturally changed. Seeing that these two people had good physical fitness and even knew some methods of practicing, they were all external skills that could not be considered as entering the house.

I was not afraid to deal with them. I took a deep breath, using the head and feet as the universe, the shoulders, knees, elbows and hips as the four directions, and the arms faced with the mind, and the energy used to destroy the power. First, one poked the leg and blocked one's long fist, then rose up, and the two fists joined together, hit the other person's chest.

That person could not bear to see that I was so flexible and powerful. After punching me, I not only stopped the rushing momentum, but also soared into the air.

Bang!

He smashed heavily on a wall. It was not a stone wall, but a wooden board. As a result, he hit it and directly smashed a big hole.

Then I landed on the ground with my feet and exerted force from all directions. My whole body was filled with eyes and my whole body was covered with hands. In a few strokes, I beat the other person to kneel down to the ground.

Everything happened so quickly. When these two people were solved by me, the middle-aged fat man woke up and shouted loudly: "Ashui, come quickly, there is a tough guy."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man with a well-proportioned body and a scar on his face appeared in the corner.

His eyes were sharp and fierce, like an eagle flying in the air, looking like a prey.

A dagger coated with black pigment was in his hands.

Like a cheetah, this young man seemed to pounce on us at any time and bite us.

This is an opponent that makes me feel very uncomfortable. I was a little nervous and subconsciously touched the soft golden rope hidden around my waist. Even the knowledgeable Ma Yiao didn't know what it was, and couldn't even figure out what material it was. I even joked with me, saying that it would be your destiny, and this thing is the "Ruyi Golden Cudgel"?

However, without a definite understanding, I would rather call it a soft gold rope according to its characteristics.

On weekdays, it is indeed like a rope that ties the waist of a trouser, far less than the small tail on my butt.

And just then, the door opened.

A man in his forties walked out and spoke out to stop the young man named "Ashui": "Okay, stop."

This is a thin man, in his forties or fifties, his hair is short and thick, his face is full of wrinkles, and there seems to be fine scars mixed inside. The traces left by the years on his face are so obvious, but they have rubbed these years into temperament, making him look full of momentum.

The man with a hooked nose, deep concave eyes and deep eyes walked out. He first stopped his people and then bowed to Ma Yiao, saying, Brother Ma, don't be fine, please come inside.

Ma Yiao stared at him, and after a while, he slowly said, "Do you know what I want?"
Chapter completed!