After the retired boss enters the infinite stream

Longyin District.

Two young Taoist priests were looking at the faces of their uncles and aunts in the community. Suddenly, a van came down and a few tall men with big sunglasses, just said a few words, and 'invited' the two of them directly to a certain villa.

There are already several Taoist priests in the hall of the villa.

Someone is looking around.

Some people have envious eyes.

Some people meditate with their eyes closed, pretending to be noble and prudish, and are secretly despised by their peers.

They are all here for money, no matter what they pretend.

Many servants in the villa were serving desserts and drinks back and forth for the group of Taoist priests to eat and drink.

A white-haired old man sat in the upper seat, drank tea with a calm face, and shook his head in disappointment when he saw two young Taoist priests, "Young people nowadays are getting more and more depraved. Come out and cheat."

"You!" Zhang Yijing was about to get angry, but was held back by Zhang Yiqing.

"Stand quietly and don't pay attention to anyone."

"But, little uncle, this old man!"

"Stay quiet and listen."

Zhang Yijing nodded aggrievedly.

Zhang Yiqing ignored the old man's ridicule and looked around calmly. Suddenly, he seemed to see something interesting and took a second look.

After a while, a middle-aged man with a big belly came down from the upstairs, with a respectful attitude, "Dear priests, it really makes the humble house flourish by inviting you here today."

"Where is there." The old man who had just mentioned Zhang Yiqing and Jing stood up quickly, and his attitude was neither flattering nor flattering, and he spoke impartially and just right.

After a while of compliments, the man got to the point.

"To be honest, I invited everyone here because of my son's illness. I searched all kinds of hospitals, big and small, but there was no result. I had to ask you to see what's wrong with my son?"

The man had a sad face, like an old father who was worried about his children, and some people present couldn't help but feel good about him.

But Zhang Yiqing couldn't hide it from Zhang Yiqing's eyes. He showed a curious expression towards this man with superb acting skills, and watched the man give full play with meaning.

The old man comforted him for a while, and said to the man, "In this case, Mr. Cao will take us to see your son."

Zhang Yiqing followed behind a group of people. When entering a certain room, a rancid smell came to his nostrils.

"What smells so stinky."

Some of the Taoist priests present asked in a low voice.

Everyone's expressions were not very good, and the room was filled with the stench of some kind of meat that had been left for many days.

The old man walked in the front near the head of the bed. When he saw the person on the bed, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, "This!"

The old man's exclamation aroused everyone's curiosity, and they couldn't help but stretch their heads to look.

"I go!"

"My God!"

Amidst the surprised voices, Zhang Yiqing just squeezed in and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the symptoms of the person on the bed.

"That's interesting."

Mr. Cao was talking to the old man. At this time, Mr. Cao's housekeeper whispered something in his ear.

That kind face suddenly twisted twice, with a ferocious expression.

Mr. Cao waved to the housekeeper, "Tell him to wait downstairs."

After the housekeeper left, Mr. Cao said to the old man and others: "How do you think my son's illness should be treated?"

The old man stroked his white beard, but did not speak yet.

Another Taoist with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, who looked like a skinny monkey, said to Mr. Cao: "Mr. Cao, I know what disease your son is suffering from?"

Mr. Cao's eyes lit up, "Oh, tell me?"

Originally, Mr. Cao was respectful to the old man and thought he was in the dominant position, but the Taoist skinny monkey spoke directly, which attracted Mr. Cao's attention. Instead, the words that the old man was about to pretend to speak were stuck in his throat.

"This is a sore on the human face." The skinny monkey Taoist said proudly: "This kind of disease is easy to cure. It needs quicklime and luminous sand......"

Zhang Yiqing shook his head secretly, if there was such an easy cure, this person wouldn't be half dead until now, besides, this person obviously didn't know what it was, so he was messing around.

A quack doctor hurts people.

"Nonsense, even if it's a human face disease, it's not what you say. Quicklime and luminous sand are all deceptive. This method will not cure it, but will kill you!"

The old man jumped and scolded, and the skinny monkey Taoist was stunned by the scolding, with a guilty conscience in his eyes.

However, the old man's scolding attracted that Mr. Cao's eyes to himself.

Mr. Cao put on a respectful smile again, "Then this old gentleman thinks my son's illness, how should I cure it......"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a commotion downstairs.

"Master Fu can't enter, you can't enter!"

"Go away!"

With a bang, the door was forcibly kicked open, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look at the door.

A tall, handsome, and violent man walked in with long legs, glanced at the Taoist priests around him, and frowned.

The temperature immediately dropped to below zero.

Everyone had never seen a man with such a bad temper, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Zhang Yiqing looked at the man's facial features in doubt, and frowned.

This person--?

Zhang Yijing pulled the little uncle, "This man is so handsome!"

Zhang Yiqing was still entangled with this kind of person, but Zhang Yijing interrupted him, and out of anger, he gave her a slap.

Zhang Yijing was wronged and felt that her little uncle always became very fierce after going down the mountain.

"Fatty, if something happens to Ah Yuan, you wait to let your son be buried with him!"

"You!" Mr. Cao was furious.

"Fu Yun!"

At this time, another young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes came in outside.

Zhang Yijing couldn't help being a nympho again, "Little uncle, it's that good-looking little brother."

Jun Yuan grabbed the furious Fu Yun, there was a wound on his forehead tied with gauze, which would not affect his handsome appearance at all, "I'm fine, don't worry."

The man who was furious like Shura just now, the moment he saw Jun Yuan, his eyes were aggrieved, "He bullied you!"

"It's okay, I'll come, good boy."

Jun Yuan comforted Fu Yun, who was running away violently, before he raised his eyes to look at Mr. Cao, his exquisite eyebrows infiltrated the cold air.

His sharp eyes scanned everyone present, and he said inexplicably, "Everyone still wants to know what this Mr. Cao's beloved son did to make him look like this, and it won't be too late to treat him again." , if you don’t discriminate between black and white, and help the tyrant to abuse, I’m afraid it will delay your practice.”

"Jun Yuan, you bastard, you actually..."

Before Mr. Cao finished speaking, he was slapped to the ground by Fu Yun.

A fat and stocky man suddenly fell to the ground, and the floor shook.

"How dare you call me Ah Yuan!"

Those eyes were full of hostility, and the coldness was overwhelming, making everyone present shiver uncontrollably.

"Security, where is the security!" Mr. Cao held back the pain and hurriedly got up and hid behind the crowd, for fear that Fu Yun would come again.

Half of his face was swollen up, and the corner of his mouth was cracked. His already ugly face was even uglier now.

Jun Yuan smiled and said: "Swallowed my own sister's inheritance, repeatedly designed to kill my nephew, Mr. Cao, you think we don't have your evidence, and want to kill people, or use our brains, this time I was lucky. There was a car accident, but it’s okay, mine has already called the police, and I believe the police will come to the door soon.”

Mr. Cao furiously said: "Aren't you afraid of revenge from the Cao family?!"

Jun Yuan glanced at him, "Revenge?"

Just three hours ago, Jun Yuan was sitting in Fu Yun's car, when suddenly a car rushed out and collided with Fu Yun's car.Jun Yuan subconsciously stood in front of Fu Yun, a piece of shattered glass popped out and cut a gash on Jun Yuan's forehead.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise, the end is very likely to be disfigured, or coma.

When Jun Yuan was sent to the hospital to be bandaged, someone called Fu Yun, and after Fu Yun hung up the phone, he ran away with an expression on his face.

When Jun Yuan was in a car accident, he kept staring at Fu Yun. When he saw Fu Yun running away, he knew that this guy's illness had flared up again.

Then there was the scene where Fu Yun went to Cao's house to question Cao Shi today.

"That's why your son is probably being punished by the present world. I'm curious, will Mr. Cao dream back at midnight, and those people you are sorry for come to ask for their lives?"

After Jun Yuan finished speaking, he took Fu Yun and left.

Cao Shi blushed with anger, looked at the late bodyguards, and shouted, "Catch them!"

Jun Yuan was still comforting the runaway Fu Yun.

Zhang Yijing looked anxiously from the side, "What should I do, little uncle, the two of them can't win against such a tall man, let's get a bodyguard, let's go to the hero to save the beauty, no, it's a heroic step forward!"

Thinking about the scene of being knocked into the air that day, Zhang Yiqing held Zhang Yijing who was about to move, "Wait a little longer."

Zhang Yijing: "?"

Immediately afterwards, a group of people saw a miraculous scene, and saw that the bodyguard's fist was about to approach the back of Jun Yuan's head.

Jun Yuan was lightning like a snake, and directly slapped the big man in front of him away.

All Taoists: "!"

Zhang Yijing: "!" Is this movement still familiar?

Zhang Yiqing: Sure enough.

Jun Yuan rubbed his wrists, and cooperated tacitly with Fu Yun.

The two stood back to back, with excitement in their eyes.

Jun Yuan grabbed a big man and threw it out, smashing a Tsinghua porcelain vase.

Cao Shi's heart was bleeding, "My blue and white porcelain from the late Ming Dynasty!"

Fu Yun stepped forward and kicked a big man out, smashing a table.

Cao Shi: "My No. [-] Pear Flower Tree!"

Jun Yuan and Fu Yun kicked the two big men flying together and knocked over the special cabinet for collection.

One of Cao Shi's hobbies is to buy some famous paintings and ancient porcelains at high prices, but he doesn't want to destroy them all today.

Cao Shi's eyes went dark, and he passed out completely.

The Taoists looked at each other.

"This? The client is dizzy, shall we stay here?"

"Yes, we haven't got the money yet."

Hearing these words, Zhang Yiqing couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Looking at the chaos around them, the two troublemakers walked away swaggeringly.

When Cao Shi woke up, it was already 05:30 in the afternoon. Afterwards, the police came to the door and asked Cao Shi a lot of questions, but they did not take him away directly. After the recording, the two policemen left by themselves.

The main reason why he was not taken away was that the case was big or small, the victim just called the police, and there was no strong evidence, and the police couldn't find any evidence for the time being, so they had to ask the police before leaving.

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