Chapter 130 Solving the Mystery

[Tiandao for the People] Ten thousand words update: the third update!

In a villa in a suburb of Beijing, a middle-aged man asked the bodyguard standing beside him in a low voice, "Have you found your identity?"

The bodyguard answered truthfully, "No."

The middle-aged man sighed. The smoke caught in his fingers was ignited. A paragraph of white soot fell on the pure wooden floor under his feet. Men often had a charm when thinking. He extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it in the ashtray on the crystal glass table. He was not used to bulleting the soot into the ashtray. He had always been used to smoking. After throwing my head into the corner and coming out of it, I can't get rid of this habit.

"Who will he be? Let me out. In addition to the efforts of my people, I also have a lot of contacts with him. If it weren't for the matter of the Thirteen Emperors' Mausoleum, I'm afraid I would have stayed in it for more than half a year."

The middle-aged man said slowly that he could be released from Qincheng Prison. His identity can be said to be full. In spite of this, he had to stay full time to be released. If it hadn't been for this emergency, he would not have let go.

"He is very strong. I'm not his opponent."

The bodyguard with a sharp vision like a knife suddenly said that after he left the Thirteen Imperial Tombs, he specially analyzed the strength of the young man. Even if he was in his heyday, he could not withstand the random blow of the young man and could easily kill the mysterious Japanese youth, which was the best proof of his strength itself.

"In the saber army, you are a top-notch person, and even you are not his opponent, so he should be above the special B level. Either he is the core member of the saber, or he is the saber.

The carefully analyzed middle-aged man looked at the soot on the ground and whispered that now he can't make up the turmoil of that year. Without that ambition or the strength of that year, there is no one who can always follow him. Except for the bodyguard in front of him, there is no second person. If it hadn't been for saving the life of today's bodyguards, I might have been helpless now. I thought that I, like those years, had a strong force in my hand, and let myself out to calm down the Thirteen Emperors's Mausoleum, who knew that it was another bleak scene now.

Hearing the word "sally knife" in the main population, there was a strong awe in the bodyguard's eyes. Those two words represent the strongest force in the army. Because he is from the saber army and knows the weight contained in the saber.

When he was silent, the BP machine in the middle-aged man's waist rang. He took off the BP machine and looked at the above content. The middle-aged man changed his face and immediately said to the bodyguard, "Get a car, let's go now."

Hot pot restaurant.

Bai Lang and Xue Zhi's men left under the signal of both sides. The classmates around Peng Qiang found a bunch of excuses to leave one after another. Even Du Tao also lost his interest in watching the show. He had long seen that the people over there were not afraid of him at all, nor the people called by Peng Qiang. Now who still believes in Fu Xingbo and regards Ye Hetu as It's as simple as the waiters in the store. The immortals fight, each shows their magical power, and the people who are affected are these ordinary people.

Originally, the head horse was killed by a few people. As the master of several people, Ye Hetu did not dominate the leader and could get the loyalty of the four people. As the boss, Ye Hetu would not do some nonsensical stupid things. Of course, Xue Zhi is still under investigation.

After Uncle Fu served all the dishes at the two tables, he returned to the kitchen. Fu Xingbo did not come out in it. In the end, only Peng Qiang was left there who was still waiting for the backup troops to arrive. Towards the end of high school, the five gangs created by Peng Qiang will gradually disintegrate. Today Fu Xingbo, who agreed to come to celebrate his birthday, proposed to make everyone lively. Since he has encountered a lot of troubles, no one is willing to wait for the next wave of troubles. Peng Qiang is their old man. He can't afford to provoke or hide. After all, no one's family is as thick as Peng Qiang.

"Master, do you think that boy is sick?"

He Changfeng asked curiously that now that the army has left, Peng Qiang still insists on sitting still, unless his body suffers from an incurable disease, or falls asleep.

Ye Hetu smiled and said nothing.

Xue Zhi followed hip-hop and said, "I think he is out of money. Why don't I borrow some money for him? Otherwise, this boy will eat free food and be unkind. I don't want him to pay him much. Just give him a profit of three cents a month.

No one can deal with Xue Zhi, but Xue Zhi said with a smile, quite talking to himself. The hot pot is almost finished. Xue Zhi was pushed to pay the bill by everyone. The biggest profit of the children of rich families is that no one can compete with him when paying the bill. Several people picked up toothpicks and picked up their teeth. The neat rogue formation made people think that it was a gang that came to the hot pot restaurant to eat the overlord meal.

"Du~"

There was a rapid brake sound outside the hot pot restaurant. After hearing the sound, Ye Hetu glanced at it. The speed was not slow, 120 yards. After stopping the car, two people hurried out of the car. His ears moved slightly, and Ye Hetu looked playful. The rescuers moved by the boy were not simple.

Two middle-aged men walked into the hot pot restaurant. The man walking in front looked at the situation of the restaurant and found that a table of people in Ye Hetu was looking at him. He turned his head blankly and walked to the place where Peng Qiang was sitting.

"Xiao Qiang, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged man asked directly. Peng Qiang, who asked him to come right away, must have something urgent to stir the public. After finding that the scene was a little subtle, the middle-aged man decisively asked Peng Qiang about the situation and did not forget to remind the bodyguard behind him, "Look at the door. No one is allowed to leave here."

"Your tone is not small."

Ye Hetu, who wiped his mouth with a tissue, laughed and walked slowly this way.

The middle-aged man who didn't hear Peng Qiang's answer turned around impatiently and said, "Who are you?"

"The person who asked him to call you."

Ye Hetu shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently. He was also a little curious about the middle-aged man in front of him, because he saw the bodyguard behind the middle-aged man, who had just met in the Thirteen Emperors Mausoleum a few days ago.

The bodyguard behind the middle-aged man quickly stood opposite Ye Hetu and said solemnly, "Master, he is the person I said."

After hearing the words of the bodyguard in front of him, the impatient color on the middle-aged man's face all faded. He put on a light smiling face, pushed away the bodyguard in front of him, and approached Ye Hetu. Ye Hetu, who did not make any defense, waited for the middle-aged man to approach.

"It turned out to be you. It's good to be a hero since ancient times."

The middle-aged man stretched out his broad right hand.

Ye Hetu narrowed his eyes and held the middle-aged man's right hand without hesitation for a moment. He reached out and did not hit the smiling face. Other people's manners were in place. Of course, he could not be rude.

"My nephew has something wrong. Go back and teach him a lesson. Please don't pay attention to it." The middle-aged man pointed to Peng Qiang behind him and said to Ye Hetu in a sincere tone, which was very different from the attitude of Ye Hetu who had just seen him.

Ye Hetu said indifferently, "I'm not interested in children's affairs."

The two were like old friends who have not seen each other for many years. Peng Qiang, who waved goodbye and sat in his seat waiting for his uncle to vent his anger for him, did not expect that this kind of ending would come to an end. Now he clearly realized that the young man opposite him who didn't seem to have any hostility was not a role he could afford to provoke, and he could only let it. Uncle took himself away.

After witnessing the three people leave, Ye Hetu turned around and said, "Wait for me here. I'll talk to Uncle Fu about something."

When Ye Hetu's words fell, Uncle Fu, who had not seen him for a long time, walked out of the kitchen, wiped his greasy hands with a rag, and smiled to Ye Hetu and said, "Xiaoye, go, go outside."

Ye Hetu will smile.

There are some mysteries, and it's time to solve them.