Tomb Raider: The Saint of Wanjiang and Her Guardians

On the other side, Wuxie received bad news as soon as Chi Gu left. Bai Haotian was set up.

It was Xue Wu who did it. Wu Xie asked Bai Haotian to find him a storefront, and Bai Haotian named that place Haoshanju.

Before he had done anything, Xue Wu's people came to his door to trick him. The fat man found two bottles, one real and one fake, and wanted to sell the real one, but Piaopiao got away with the excuse that she had something to do.

Bai Haotian was just lured away from home and signed a contract, but he accidentally sold the fake bottle.

Xue Wu simply smashed their storefront, demanded double the compensation for the fake product, and even more than that, he paid an extra 50 yuan.

Wu Xie picked up the porcelain pieces on the ground and sighed: "We are in trouble this time. We can't call the police."

Bai Haotian: "Why don't you call the police? This is obviously a trap for us."

Wu Xie handed the porcelain pieces to the fat man: "Because these things are not ours, they are smashing their own things."

The fat man nodded: "Yes, Xiaobai, how can you get such high-end goods? You came prepared and you are willing to spend money."

Wu Xie nodded: "Most of these things come from shady places. If we call the police and they check, we'll get into trouble."

The fat man patted Bai Haotian on the shoulder and said, "Fifth sister, you have been in Warehouse 11 for too long. You don't know how dangerous the world outside is."

Wu Xie walked to the door, sat down and sighed: "Xue Wu... He once had a very good master. He learned painting from him. Later, he met a rogue seller who insisted that his master was selling fake paintings. His master was so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage. Later, Xue Wu persuaded his master to retire and stop doing this.

But his master said that Xuwu had a bad temper and was worried that he would suffer in his absence. His master's condition worsened day by day and his health became worse and worse. Xue Wu was very sad. In order to treat his master's illness, he sold all his treasured paintings, but in the end the money was not enough and his master died of illness. From then on, Xue Wu believed that poverty was a very terrible thing and he began to do whatever it took to make money. "

The fat man spat out a mouthful of melon seed shells and said: "He is also a pitiful person. There must be something hateful about pitiful people."

Wu Xie nodded: "Xue Wu's daughter is getting married tomorrow, we have to get the money back, but the decision will be made the day after tomorrow."

Chi Gu sighed and drank a sip of milk tea. Xie Jia ran over anxiously with a tablet in his hand.

"Miss, the circuit of Boss Jiao's villa has been connected."

Chi Gu nodded: "There's no need to go through so much trouble. Just charge in directly. If you keep dithering like this, by the time we find the person, he will be nothing but ashes."

Xie Jia smiled and scratched his head: "Miss, I know your ability, but we must also be fully prepared."

Chi Gu jumped out of the car. She looked up at the starry sky and nodded: "Hmm...it's a dark and windy night, perfect for...killing people."

Chen Chuchu in the villa stared at the person in front of her fiercely. Her limbs were tied to the chair, and she was constantly sending electric currents towards him.

The pain stabbed every nerve in my body.

Boss Jiao sighed: "It seems that you are still unwilling to help me with this small favor."

Chen Chuchu was a little angry, but more helpless: "I really don't know where he is. I want to find him more than you do."

Boss Jiao nodded: "Since we don't know where he is? We all want to find him, then..."