Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 73
Even though this printing plate is very important, there is no need for Zhuge Zheng and I to come here in person.

Moreover, why is the scene so familiar now?

What happened next completely verified Han Fei's conjecture.

A man with a turban and camphor brain walked in.

He looked around furtively, and then cautiously went to the second floor.

Han Fei was shocked. He recognized the man in front of him. His name was Mo San, and he was a lone thief.

But what matters is not who he is, but what motivates him to be here now.

A golden light flashed in Han Fei's eyes, and he saw the fake banknote printing plate hidden in his clothes.

But the question is, isn't Lockheed Martin's "Bliss Building Counterfeit Banknote Case" now?How did it become An Shigeng's "counterfeit banknote template case".

Han Fei, who originally thought that he had seen all the truth, was now in a daze.

It wasn't shown in the book or on TV, what's going on now?
"It seems that I can't trust the so-called plot too much."

Han Fei originally thought that this was just a mixed world, and the great thing was that the force value was a little higher.

Now it seems that things are not so simple.

After Na Mosan arrived on the second floor, he ordered a table of good wine and food, and then started to gobble it up.

Since Zhui Ming had already joined the Shenhou Mansion at this time, no one came to talk to him.

After a while, there was a sound of neat footsteps at the door.

A group of men in black with sharp knives and straw hats walked in.

Without saying a word, they went directly to the second floor, and then came to Mo San's side.

The leader sat down directly, and then asked in a low voice: "Where's the goods?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the inn listened, even though they didn't seem to pay attention to this side.

This is the buyer of the counterfeit printing plate, right?
But what Han Fei couldn't figure out was, if there was such a thing, why would he sell it?

Not to mention the extremely high risk, even if you really took the money, you might not be able to spend it.

However, Mo San seems to be unaware of this problem.

He wiped the oil stains on his hands with his clothes, and then took out something wrapped in a black cloth in his arms.

Open a corner so that the other party can clearly see what's inside.

The man's hand trembled slightly, and then he was about to take the printing plate.

Mo San quickly took it back, and said with a smile, "Where's the money? Remember, I don't want bank notes."

Counterfeit banknotes are prevalent everywhere now. If you are cheated by this fake banknote, you really have no place to cry.

The person on the opposite side waved his hand, and the person beside him took out a big black bag, and he took the bag and handed it directly to Mo San.

Mo San quietly opened it, and the contents inside dyed his face with a faint golden light.

It turned out to be full of 100 taels of gold, a big bag, at least 100 yuan.

Based on the conversion rate of the Ming Dynasty, there is a full 10 taels of silver here.

At this time, some people may have been shocked by the 1 taels of gold.

The breath on the body suddenly leaked out.

The people on the second floor immediately became vigilant, and the men in black immediately drew their knives and looked around to guard.

And Mo San was even more thorough, he didn't even take the money, he just grabbed the printing plate and jumped off.

When it fell to the ground, it instantly turned into eight figures, each of which rushed out in different directions.

It is this Mo San's specialty, clone technique.

Seeing that they couldn't hide it, everyone on the field simply stopped pretending.

Many people threw away their casual clothes, revealing their official uniforms.

It seems that there are six doors, Jinyiwei, Shenhou Mansion, etc...

As for the other group of people, they are people from the rivers and lakes who came for the printing plate of counterfeit banknotes.

Some of them chased after Mo San, and some became interested in the gold in the hands of the man in black on the second floor.

For a moment, the sound of things breaking and the sound of rushing mixed together, and the whole restaurant was in chaos.

Han Fei picked up the last siu mai on the table, threw it into his mouth, and then disappeared in place.

In fact, it didn't disappear in place, but his speed was too fast, it seemed as if he was in place, and suddenly disappeared.

He chased in one direction. Although Mo San's avatar technique was realistic, it was impossible to deceive the emperor.

Not long after, he saw the back of Mo San running wildly, looking very embarrassed.

With a dodge, Han Fei blocked the road in front of Mo San like a ghost.

The latter only felt a gust of wind blowing by, and then there was a strange person in front of him.

Although many people had chased them out before, Han Fei was always the first to arrive.

Mo San knew that he was definitely no match for this person in front of him. Although he loved money, he loved life even more.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have dropped the gold just now, because he was afraid that the gold would be too heavy and affect his speed of escape.

"Hero, let me go, I'll give you the printing plate."

After speaking, he took out the printing plate and handed it to Han Fei.

Han Fei took it, waved his hand, and signaled that he could leave.

Han Fei's goal was just this printing plate. As for Mo San, he didn't deserve to be taken seriously by him.

As soon as Mo San left, the pursuers had already caught up with him.

When they saw the black cloth in Han Fei's hand, they couldn't understand what happened.

So, everyone spoke directly:
"Boy, that's not something you should get your hands on, hand him over!"

"Yeah, be careful not to get into trouble."

"That's right, hand it over, that's not something you can have."

Of course, not everyone is so vulgar.

A person wearing a brocade guard official uniform directly kidnapped morally:

"Young man, this counterfeit banknote printing plate is harmful to the country and has caused many people to go bankrupt. Please give him to me."

Han Fei smiled: "Since Yu Guo is harmful, then I will hand it over, and the people behind the six doors behind you will be the same."

As soon as these words came out, Jin Yiwei's face immediately became ugly, and he didn't say any more.

On the other side, those gangsters don't care about face so much.

The person who took the lead just now shouted again: "Boy, if you don't want to die, hand over your things."

After finishing speaking, he also carried a big knife on his shoulder as a threat.

Han Fei took a look. This person was probably in his 40s, and his cultivation was at the beginning of a Grand Master.

In this regard, Han Fei directly identified it as: the posture of a middle-aged man.

Immediately afterwards, he said with a playful smile: "It's not impossible to leave it to you, I have a condition."

"What conditions?"

Han Fei raised the counterfeit banknote printing plate in his hand, and said, "You saw it just now, this thing is worth 1 taels of gold, I don't want more, just half of it."

"what do you think?"

Of course, that is not very good. When he was young, he took the spiritual fruit by mistake, and his skill increased greatly.

Later, a guild was established, and it made a lot of money. Up to now, it has broken through the Grand Master and become a strong one.

But these years have been extravagant, let alone a 1% discount for [-] taels, he can't afford another [-]% discount.

Therefore, he directly became angry from embarrassment: "You son of a bitch, you dare to ask your uncle for money. If you are sensible, you should hand over your things quickly, or you will be torn to pieces in a while."

Hearing this, Han Fei's face darkened instantly, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

In his previous life, he was a single family, and only his mother worked hard to raise him.

But later, he got sick from overwork and the family had no money, so he could only watch his mother die in the end.

This has also become an eternal pain in his heart.

So, he asked word by word: "Who do you say is a son of a bitch?"

The man didn't know that the scythe of death was already on his neck.

Instead, he continued to curse wildly: "It's about you son of a bitch, your mother is a dog, and you are also a puppy."

"Wow~"

Suddenly, a murderous aura shot straight into the sky, and even the air became oppressive.

At this time, everyone realized that the seemingly thin sheep in front of them was the most terrifying wolf.

　When will the bird egg epidemic end?I can't send out the internship report, and I still need to get my graduation certificate.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)