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Chapter 181 Mala Cake (12 more)
Xia Ji and Pingdong sat in front of the surveillance screen and watched Ji Si's every move. When they saw him take out the dagger tied to his calf and cut off the four iron chains made of black iron like cutting tofu, they were stunned. Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Is this a high-grade magic weapon?" Pingdong asked, smoothing his white beard.

"At least it's a high-grade magic weapon," Xia Ji half-closed his eyes and said, "I never thought that this stupid undercover would have a high-grade magic weapon in his hands! I thought he was the cannon fodder sent by the people behind the scenes!"

The tall Ji Si on the screen had already carried the weak Xi Jiaocheng on his back, and walked out in hiding.

"Catch them?" Ping Dong asked.

Xia Ji: "No, our goal is to catch big fish with a long line," a naive undercover agent is nothing.

"Then you..." Why did you ask Meng He to come over?
Before Ping Dong finished speaking, Lan Menghe and the others pushed the door open and entered.

Xia Ji said to Lan Menghe and the others: "It's just in time, if you see if this guy is there, just pretend to chase them a few times, don't catch them!"

Blue Dream River: ...

Taking a closer look, she saw Xi Jiaocheng's face on the screen, and she jumped up: "Damn it, Xi Jiaocheng ran away??!"

"Yes," Xia Ji said calmly.

"Why did you let him out?" It can be said that Lan Menghe had suffered enough from the spirit-absorbing formation, and now seeing that the mastermind was about to be rescued, he was naturally very anxious.

"Don't worry, that's fake," Ping Dong comforted her.

"It's fake, that's okay," Lan Menghe breathed a sigh of relief, "We'll go after it, and I guarantee it's [-]% true!"

"Go," Xia Ji waved his hand while sitting on the chair, and when he glanced at a certain figure among the several people, he called out to them again: "Wait!"

"What?" Lan Menghe turned around and asked in confusion.

"Senior Ming, stay here, you go," Xia Ji said and muttered: "You dare to take Ming Ruo over, are you not afraid that she will chop him up directly?"

Cultivators have sharp ears and eyes, so they naturally heard his whisper, and Lan Menghe thought it made sense.

So Mingruo, who was still eating skewers, stayed.

"Speaking of which, does the underground auction start tonight?" Xia Ji looked at Mingruo who was sitting on a chair eating skewers, and asked Pingdong as he knocked on the side of the table.

Pingdong nodded: "Yes, tonight, I have sent people to guard the area around the venue, and I have collected the list of items for auction. Those are all national treasures! When the time comes, the guys who enter and leave the underground auction will look like Write down your appearance and name, and then teach you a good lesson, a group of people who eat inside and out!"

Speaking of this, a cluster of flames sprang up in Pingdong's heart, and he slapped the table hard, obviously very angry.

"I remember that our hidden secret was in the auction venue?" Xia Ji continued to ask.

"Yes, but we can't sneak in. Those guys saw a mysterious and strange cultivator passing by and immediately slipped away. They were terrified of death," Pingdong was angry and angry when he mentioned this, and there were no members of his team. I thought about a way to sneak in, but those designated by the invitation letter, if they took the invitation letter to the venue and failed fingerprint verification, they would not be able to enter.

Moreover, they also installed a spiritual power detector at the entrance. If someone with abnormally high spiritual power is found, the organizer will shrink back like an ostrich.

It took several years to infiltrate the dark thread that sneaked in, and I didn't dare to act rashly, otherwise everything I did before would be in vain. "

"Well, I remember that this venue has invited ordinary people."

"Yes, but where can we find ordinary people from the Special Administration Bureau..." Ping Dong remembered something halfway through speaking, and his eyes fell on Ming Ruo who was next to him.

Mingruo blinked: "What?"

"I still remember that the Ming family in Guangcheng received an invitation, and tried to get their invitation letter," Xia Ji said.

Pingdong: "Okay."

What was on his mind, he added another question: "Ordinary people entering the venue need to bring an auction item. Who should we let go?"

This underground auction was obviously a public welfare auction, and the first half was a serious auction. All participants had to bring one or two auction items.

The Special Administration Bureau has a lot of antiques, so I don't worry about not being able to find the auction items.

The question is which of the best antiques to send.

"Should we let Zhan Lu go?" Ping Dong patted his thigh and said, "If Zhan Lu goes, let alone kick a litter, five or six litters can be kicked!"

"Are you afraid that others won't know that it was our bureau that came to arrest people?" Xia Ji was helpless.

It is almost universally known that the famous swordsman Zhan Lu is one of Guangcheng's signature thugs.

Take Zhanlu there, anyone with a little experience can recognize him, after all, his sword is very special.

"That's right, who should we let go?" Pingdong frowned slightly, "According to what you said, we can't find too famous ones, but our Guangcheng Chengjing antiques are quite famous, why don't we go to an antique shop to buy one ?”

"I think there is a very suitable candidate," Ming Ruo suddenly interjected.

Xia Ji, Heping Dong all looked over.

It was night, Xia Ji drove Ming Ruo to the entrance of a brightly lit and magnificent hotel in a Bentley.

Seeing this, the doorman who had been guarding the door quickly stepped forward and opened the car door for her.

Ming Ruo exchanged glances with Xia Ji in the driver's seat, then stepped on a pair of low-heeled shoes and got out of the car.

Why not wear high heels? Because Mingruo tried several times and almost fell to the ground, so he refused to continue wearing high heels.

Mingruo came to the entrance and handed the invitation letter in his hand to the waiter. The latter looked at the name on the invitation letter and then looked up at Mingruo. His eyes became a little strange, but he didn't say anything more and bowed respectfully. Waist: "Miss Ming, please come this way!"

Ming Ruo carried the bag and walked over to him.

Xia Ji, who had just parked his car, received a call from Ping Dong: "Xia Ji, it's too bad, the venue not only checks practitioners but also ordinary people, and the venue has told all invitation letter owners that invitation letters are not allowed to be borrowed. , I don’t want to come here, so the juniors in the family can come and have a look, but if you find out that the invitation letter is borrowed from others, you will be at your own risk, if nothing happens, right?”

Xia Ji stood in front of the square not far from the hotel gate and looked around, and found that Ming Ruo had disappeared. He frowned slightly: "Ming Ruo is also named Ming, maybe they belonged to the same family 300 years ago."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and sent a message to Mingruo, asking how she was doing now.

Mingruo, who could see the content of the message without opening the phone, replied with one word: "Okay."

Xia Ji:? ? ?
What does the word "good" mean?

[They didn't suspect you? 】

Mingruo saw that message, so she didn't understand, so she thought for a while and said, "The waiter just looked at me a bit strangely."

【Then be careful, they may suspect you】

Waiter A: Wow, did you see that girl just now? She looks like Mr. Ming. Have you ever heard that he has a daughter?
Waiter B: Rich people will always have one or two illegitimate children, just get used to it.

(End of this chapter)