Beiyin Great Sage

"It must be a rich man. I heard that killing a super beast can directly promote a fifth-rank Yijin to a seventh-rank Heli."

"When I was young, I even heard that one person was promoted from the fourth rank to the seventh rank."

The essence contained in the super-grade beast is extremely terrifying. It is not surprising that it can help the fifth-rank to the seventh-rank, and the fourth-rank to the seventh-rank depends on luck.

Not to mention low quality, even he would inevitably be tempted.

"How to sell?"

"Brother Zhou wants to buy one?" Chen Ying chuckled:

"This kind of thing, if it can be brought out, it must have been negotiated with the host family. It must be too late to go now, but sometimes the gang will sell it."

"You can wait for the opportunity."

"Um……"

After thinking about it, she said:

"However, for you and me, killing ordinary super-grade beasts is not beneficial, but it is difficult to capture powerful beasts alive."

"Usually, the gang will not let people above the eighth rank take action."

Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

indeed.

With his current cultivation base, killing beasts may not be much faster than taking pills. For the Tianhu Gang, it is more cost-effective to let the people below kill them.

One is to inspire people's hearts, and the other is to make a publicity.

"Has Miss Chen ever killed?"

"Of course." Chen Ying nodded:

"Before the seventh rank, I mostly relied on my father to catch fierce beasts to kill and promote. I also killed a super-rank fierce beast. I was quite scared at the time."

"how?"

"Brother Zhou didn't kill him?"

"I haven't killed Chaopin." Zhou Jia shook his head.

He sort of understood why there are so many seventh-rank and above existences in the city. This is a world where the strong are always strong.

For ordinary people, it is already difficult to cultivate to the fifth rank.

And those who have a high position.

Even if it is boiled, it can reach the tenth grade!

In Huojiabao, ordinary people can overthrow the inner city, but in this stone city, ordinary people have little power to fight back against the powerful forces.

"Don't run!"

"Stop him!"

Just then, chaos broke out on the street.

A bloody figure rushed out from an alley, and fled forward in embarrassment.

Behind him, five or six people were holding swords, roaring and chasing after him, firing hidden weapons from time to time, even ignoring the pedestrians on the street.

"Ok?"

Chen Ying's beautiful eyes flickered:

"People from Tianshui Village, who are they chasing and killing?"

While speaking, his body was about to move.

The Tianhu Gang and Tianshui Village have never dealt with each other. If it is their own people who are chasing and killing, since they met, she will definitely attack.

Guo Ping?

Zhou Jia knew that person, Guo Ping who indirectly killed Xiao Chu.

It's been a while since I saw him, but he already has a sixth-rank cultivation base, and he learned a body technique from somewhere, which is quite mysterious.

"stop!"

A loud shout sounded from not far away.

Under the tea stand, the figure was like lightning, and the sword light was flickering. A hidden weapon was blocked in the air, and it fell lightly in front of Guo Ping:

"What?"

"If you commit murder in the street, you can't seek death!"

"Heitie." Zhou Jia's eyes narrowed, his face serious.

The person's temperament is not obvious, the swordsmanship looks plain but is simplified, and the cultivation base is so profound that he is a master of black iron.

"It's the head arrester from last year." Chen Ying said in a low voice, her voice was rare and dignified:

"This person has a weird temper and extremely good swordsmanship. He is known as the eagle-eyed catcher. Even Yuan Hufa has suffered from his hands."

"When I see you later, just ignore him."

"Oh!"

Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

It does seem a little strange for a black iron to drink tea at a roadside stall.

and……

He still looks upright.

"Let's go!"

Shaking his head, he put down the car curtain casually, without any curiosity about what happened next.

……

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The gambling house covers an area of ​​nearly [-] mu, with towering pavilions.

It is said to be a gambling house, but it is more like a Baihualou. There are melodious sounds in the building, and there are many coolly dressed women coming and going.

There are also guest rooms upstairs for people who are tired to practice.

There is a restaurant next to it, so you don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

As long as it is what you can think of, it is clearly prepared for you here, just for people to stay here until the last coin in their pockets is emptied.

"big big big!"

"Small!"

"Quick turn, quick turn!"

"I won!"

"Ha ha……"

The hustle and bustle sounded in my ears, and there was an aura that made people's blood boil. It seemed that once I came here, I couldn't help the blood rushing up.

"Medicine?" Zhou Jia was thoughtful.

"That's right." Chen Ying nodded, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes:

"Something to add to the fun."

"Director Zhou!" A loud voice came from the crowd, and a short, stout fat man parted the crowd to greet him warmly:

"Director Zhou is coming, why didn't he tell me in advance, I'm ready for it."

"My subordinate, Wen Zhong, manages the casino's financial accounts in a complex manner."

Wen Zhong's forehead was sweating, and he kept wiping it. He didn't know if it was because of nervousness or excitement, or because of his special constitution, it was just like that.

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." Zhou Jia waved his hand lightly:

"Find a quiet place."

"Yes, yes." Wen Zhong nodded again and again:

"The supervisor is here, and Ms. Chen is also here."

"I'll take a look at the fun." Chen Ying chuckled.

Going up to the second floor, the people in the casino have received the news, and all the people in charge, including Deacon Zou, have come to the room where the director is.

Wen Zhong brought some thick account books and placed them respectfully in front of Zhou Jia:

"Director, here are the account books for the last three months. Because of the conscription, the income of the gambling house in these three months has been lower than before."

Zhou Jia casually flipped through the account books and asked:

"Collect the bill, can you meet the requirements?"

"Director." Deacon Zou said:

"I used to be able to achieve it, but now the business is not easy to do. I'm afraid it won't work. I heard that you are the disciple of the master, the disciple, and the disciple. Can you say a few words?"

"We can do it too."

As he spoke, he showed a flattering smile.

Zhou Jia glanced at him, frowned slightly, and continued to ask:

"Second senior brother told me that from now on, the collection will have to be increased by [-]% on top of the original amount. Deacon Wen, is there anything you can do?"

"Thirty percent?" Deacon Zou said in a voice:

"Director, it's impossible. It's barely enough to be able to complete the original task. It's impossible for the subordinates to eat and drink. [-]% is impossible."

Deacon Wen showed embarrassment and nodded repeatedly.

"Snapped!"

Zhou Jia flicked the account book in his hand suddenly, and said angrily:

"Who is in charge of the accountant here?"

He pointed at Deacon Wen:

"It's you!"

Pointing to Deacon Zou:

"still you?"

"It's a mess, there are no rules and no rules, what kind of system is it!"

He asked about the account books, and looked at the surname Wen, but all he answered was Deacon Zou, but Deacon Wen didn't seem to understand anything, and he had no rules at all.

"This..." Deacon Wen's face froze, and he subconsciously looked at Deacon Zou.

"Deacon!" At this moment, a person pushed the door in without knocking:

"A master came from below, and he has already won [-] origin stones. The others followed suit and raised bets. We have already lost more than [-] origin stones."

"Hurry up and stop him!"

"Director." Upon seeing this, Deacon Zou spread his arms and said:

"You have also seen that although the subordinates are responsible for security, sometimes they will inevitably encounter some troubles, so they will help organize the account books."

"This is what Old Wen agreed to."

"That's right, that's right." Deacon Wen took a handkerchief and desperately wiped the sweat from his forehead, his wrists trembled, and he glanced at the ground:

"The subordinates are incompetent, all rely on Deacon Zou's help."

"Well!"

Zhou Jia nodded and looked at Deacon Zou:

"Let me ask you, can you increase the collection by [-]% in the future?"

"Do not……"

"Peng!"