Mei Man Evil Sword Immortal

Fiske said he really couldn't understand what kind of opportunity could make an old man look decades younger in a short period of time. This was completely beyond his cognition.

But considering that New York was attacked by aliens before, and a group of strange-looking guys jumped out to save the city and threw a nuclear warhead into outer space, it seems that it is not impossible for Mrs. Gao to have such an opportunity. understand.

Maybe it’s alien technology?

Maybe this old woman is an alien.

But he doesn't care about all that. Like Xuan Jiuli, he is a pure person. He only cares about his business.

"Then I would like to congratulate Mrs. Gao on gaining control of the Hand. I also welcome you and your teacher to be invited to my dinner party. Everyone else is seated inside." Fisk made an invitation gesture.

Madam Gao looked at Xuan Jiuli, but he looked at Fisk and said with a smile: "Don't listen to her nonsense, she is the one who makes the decision for the Hand. Your affairs have nothing to do with me. I just come here casually." Look, don’t pay attention to me.”

Several people went upstairs, and several other Hell's Kitchen gossips were already seated at the dining table. Only one person was eating, but even while eating, he did not forget to talk about business matters with others.

For people like them, every minute is a business opportunity.

Seeing someone coming over, the few people who were still chatting about business stopped talking and looked at the two unfamiliar faces with burning eyes.

"Fisk, who are these two?" asked a man wearing glasses.

"This lady is Mrs. Gao from Shouhehui. It seems that she has taken good care of herself recently." Fisk said half-jokingly, "This is Mrs. Gao's teacher. She just came here to take a look."

"Mrs. Gao, you seem a little unhappy." Xuan Jiuli turned around and asked. Neither of them sat down, but the name Mrs. Gao was really awkward.

In fact, Mrs. Gao was not originally called Mrs. Gao. It was obviously just a title, but she had already forgotten her name in her long life, and slowly this title became her name.

"No, Master." Mrs. Gao shook her head.

"Tell me the truth." Xuan Jiuli frowned.

Mrs. Gao then pursed her lips and said, "Yes, I'm just a little dissatisfied with them for not respecting you and for making fun of my appearance. Originally I didn't care about this, but now, although I'm no longer young, I Still a woman.”

"I don't care about these, but there are some things I want to teach you." Competing for life, competing for opportunities with others, all that matters is the word "competition."

"Although it's called fighting, it's actually not fighting. It's about acting according to your heart and not being restricted. We dare to fight even with the sky, let alone humans. The reason why I don't fight or grab is because I don't like those things, so I don't care. Since you care about other people’s opinions, you have to make them obey.”

"What do you mean by this? Do you take us people seriously?" Another person shouted displeased.

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The big sword spun around in Xuan Jiuli's hand and returned to its previous position. The body of the person who questioned him suddenly froze. After more than ten seconds, it slowly split into two halves, falling limply. Fall to the ground.

"We have only one purpose for coming here this time. Handhehui plans to give up some businesses that are not very popular in Hell's Kitchen, so we want to find an agent to take over. No surrender is required, just ordinary cooperation. The one that Mrs. Gao is interested in The agent is you, Fisk. I want to know if you are interested in this. I don’t like to force others to do things they don’t like to do. If you are not interested, I think the person next to me should be able to do the job.”

Dong dong dong

A head was hit hard on the table by a strong hand, several times in succession, until the owner of the head fell down softly. Fisk then let go of his hand and wiped it with a napkin placed on the table. Wipe the blood splattered on your face.

"Now I am the only one who is qualified. I want to know how much share you can give." Fisk stared at Xuan Jiuli expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking at the moment.

A smile of unknown meaning appeared on Xuan Jiuli's face, but he did not answer directly: "I said, I just came to take a look. The real controller of the Hand and Society is Mrs. Gao. You should ask her."

Fisk shook his clenched fist and casually threw away the blood-stained napkin: "Mrs. Gao, I want to know how much share of the Hell's Kitchen underground market the Shouhe Association can take out."

"All of them, including all of the other boroughs in New York." Mrs. Gao smiled slightly, not knowing why she was happy, "Of course, add all of these two, so that you are the real underground of Hell's Kitchen. You are the emperor, and before long, you will become the underground emperor of the entire New York."

"I will send someone over to discuss the subsequent handover. I will leave the matters here to you, and we will leave first." Mrs. Gao said, turning her head to ask Xuan Jiuli for instructions, seeing him I felt relieved after there was no intention of rejection.

"Please wait a moment." Fisk suddenly stopped the two people. "I want to know that this gentleman took some of my money before. Although it is not much, I want to know the reason."

Mrs. Gao immediately knew where the handbag of cash that Xuan Jiuli had given her before came from.

"Just think of it as a misunderstanding. My master needed money at that time, and you sponsored him. Isn't that a good thing? The money is ten times what you lost, so just think of it as my reward for you. ." Mrs. Gao took out a check from her arms and threw it lightly on the ground.

Then Mrs. Gao and Xuan Jiuli left Fisk's villa together.

"Why did you give him money?" Xuan Jiuli asked. He didn't quite understand what the other party was doing.

"Didn't Master teach me to act according to my heart? I just want to do this." Mrs. Gao whispered, glancing at him from time to time.

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Xuan Jiuli felt that he seemed to be talking too much.

Anyway, now is the time to leave here and look for new opportunities. At least he has to find a blessed place to retreat, but the spiritual energy emanating from the dragon bone is not enough to even lift him to a small level.

Fisk asked his men to pick up the check that Mrs. Gao had thrown on the ground. After taking a look at the numbers on it, he asked people to take it away quickly and disposed of the two bodies on the ground.

At this time, Wesley, who had been standing behind, slowly walked out and stood quietly next to the underground emperor of Hell's Kitchen.

"Wesley, what do you think about this matter?"

"From a profit perspective, it is a very rare opportunity for us. It will save us at least ten years of hard work."

"What about from other perspectives?"

"Mrs. Gao is no longer on the same level as us." Wesley sighed, "She seems to have gained a new power, enough to regain her youthful power."

"That's right." Fisk punched the table hard, using his flesh and blood to smash off a corner of the marble tabletop.

"Power, that's what I've been pursuing. Wesley, go and check the information on cultivators for me."

"No problem." Wesley said and turned to leave, but was stopped by Fisk again.

"Wait a minute, and help me check the man's identity and accept the business. If you feel that it is too busy, you can arrange for someone you trust to do it."

"I see."