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Chapter 133 Abandoned Factory Transaction

"The energy and blood power of essence and energy have almost recovered." Chen Xu sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling his body.

After he arrived in Wuyang County, he parted ways with Gan Qingyi. Chen Xu did not intend to waste time searching for possible strangeness on the streets. He left the contact information for her to find it and came here alone with a notification.

Buzz...buzz...buzz...buzz...

The mobile phone equipped by Wumeng vibrated slightly. Chen Xu opened his eyes slightly and saw the meat balls still eating and drinking in front of the table. His face twitched slightly.

This guy has been eating since he checked in the hotel and has never stopped.

The problem is that I ate a lot, but I didn’t see any changes in her. What she had just met and what she still looks like now. It really makes people wonder where the food was full of food went.

【Guiyuan Shangzong Family】

Guiyuan Shangsect Sect: Urgent notice, children under ten years old, five men and four women are required for nine Yin years and Yin months. Please pay attention to all members.

Elder Ding, the inner sect of Guiyuan Shangsect: I received it, thank you for your hard work, the elders, and you will definitely work harder!

Elder Zhuo, the outer sect of Guiyuan Shangsect: I received it, thank you for your hard work, the elders, and you will definitely work harder!

Master Sang, the Foreign Affairs Hall of Guiyuan Shangzong: I received it, thank you for your hard work, the elders, and you will definitely work harder!

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After skipping the records of a group of copy monsters, Chen Xu's expression did not change at all. Yesterday, he learned about the return of the [Martial Celebration] powerful man through the core group of the sect leader and the elders.

The Demon Ancestor was a person more than a hundred years ago. The most famous one was that he was excluded by a certain faction in the sect and was sent to Dayuan to do business when he first entered the [Martial Arts].

Of course, it can be called exile in fact.

During his exile, in order to practice a powerful magic skill, he used his martial arts body to kill a small country outside the Dayuan, and made rapid progress, and finally achieved [Martial Celebrity].

After returning, he directly killed nearly a thousand people who had been married to the faction, and did not even let a dog go.

The character of a demon is the most cruel and extreme group of people even among the sects like Guiyuan Shangsect that tends to be demonic.

Without paying too much attention to this information, Chen Xu got up and raised his mouth and mumbled, while burping and swallowing the meat balls of food.

Now he was extremely suspicious whether this guy was really the body of the demon giant's turn around. He thought that it would be more reliable to be reincarnated by the squirrel demon.

I turned my head and looked at the vast night sky outside the window, calculated the time in my mind, and walked out of the guest room.

An abandoned factory in the outskirts of Wuyang County.

"Mr. Lan, in another half an hour, our deal with the Bunette family will begin." The strong man with a flower-arm tattoo rubbed his hands, closed his eyes respectfully, and stood in the motionless dark gray long gown.

This is a big figure in the inner siege of the Martial Alliance and is fully responsible for this matter. Its level is far beyond what they are like to compare with the outer minions.

The moment Mr. Lan opened his eyes, the strong man felt aroused in his heart, his hair was upside down, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. In his eyes, the tall and thin man in front of him was still a human-shaped beast with his head held high and looking forward to it.

His tone was almost no ups and downs, and he said indifferently: "This transaction will ensure that all your safety is guaranteed, even if you feel at ease."

"Mr. Lan is not right? How can you be worried about such things?" The strong man flattered him gently, then asked for instructions and walked out of the factory to command the gang members.

Looking at the back of the strong man, Mr. Lan's eyes suddenly became extremely cold. After a moment, the murderous intent was hidden deep in his eyes.

In this transaction, he not only assumes the heavy responsibility of protecting the completion of the transaction, but also wants to completely eliminate the traces of the transaction after the transaction is over and leave all peripheral participants here forever.

In the world, only dead people can keep secrets.

According to the information provided to him by the Shangzong, a martial arts powerhouse will arrive here tonight to suppress the formation. I don’t know if the senior has already arrived here and is hiding in the dark.

After arranging his 60-hole martial arts man, who can participate in the rating of a child in a few years, another guarantee was arranged, which is enough to show that the Shangzong attaches great importance to this transaction.

The Bunette family, who traded with them, was one of the rising newcomers in the Emmos Federation in the past fifty years. They developed rapidly and had a status that was close to the old federal aristocrats.

More than twenty minutes later, the strong man trotted in and bowed and said, "Sir, they are here."

"Oh, friends from Wumeng, please allow me to express my sincere greetings to the Bunet family on behalf of the Bunet family." A tall white man with blonde hair and blue eyes led a dozen men in suits and ties into the factory, and greeted Mr. Lan with a slightly accented Dayuan word.

"Hello, Mr. Bruckner." Mr. Lan squeezed out a smile on his indifferent face, looked at it obscurely, and gently shook it with the man who arrived.

As the spokesperson for the Bunnet family in Dayuan for many years, this is often engaged in various transactions with the Martial Alliance, and is good at various Western fighting techniques. According to the information within the Martial Alliance, his strength is comparable to that of martial artists.

No, in the federal terms, it should be called a fighter.

"Since both sides are in place, we might as well trade in advance. Friends of Wumeng, what do you think?" Bruckner snapped his fingers, and the man holding a suitcase behind him immediately walked up and stood beside him.

Mr. Lan wanted to refuse, but waited for a few more minutes, but when he heard a few words suddenly coming from his ears, his eyes subconsciously swept across the entire factory, and a hint of awe flashed through.

He immediately changed into a look and signaled the strong man to take out his own things.

The item is only one foot long and is wrapped tightly in black cloth, and there is no gap at all.

The moment he saw it, Bruckner couldn't help but walk forward two steps, reaching out to touch it, as if he was looking at some peerless treasure.

Bang!

Stopped Bruckner's right hand, Mr. Lan's expression turned cold: "Mr. Bruckner, what do you mean?"

Taking a pose that had just come back to his senses, Bruckner smiled and took a few steps back: "Mr. Lan, it's really too attractive.

When I came to my senses, my hand couldn't help but stretch out. Please forgive me for your rudeness."

He hid his trembling hands behind him, and Mr. Lan did not show any expression on his face and did not continue to investigate: "Then start confirming, and the transaction will be completed after checking."

Looking at Bruckner's arm, Mr. Lan couldn't help but feel a little afraid. The two of them had actually fought once for the stop just now, and he was at a slight disadvantage in the confrontation.

The instrument swept over the stick-like items wrapped in black cloth. Seeing that his subordinates nodded slightly to him, Bruckner waved his hand gently and smiled to Mr. Lan: "Happy cooperation, friends of Wumeng."
Chapter completed!
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