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Chapter 161: Unpredictable Dangers
Knock… knock… knock…
A series of loud knocks jolted Lezi awake from his slumber. As he crawled out from under the covers and peeked through the peephole, Niu anxiously informed him, “President Su, what’s going on? The police are at the door this early in the morning!”
“Ah? What the hell…” Lezi rolled over in fright, quickly pulling on his pants, grabbing his clothes, and slipping on his shoes, nervously saying, “Who the hell knows what’s going on? I’ve done a lot of things.”
“What should I do?” Niu asked pitifully, wrapped in a blanket.
Just as they had started to get close, Lezi absentmindedly asked, “By the way, what’s your name again?”
“Huh? I’ve told you several times!” Niu was annoyed.
Lezi slapped his forehead. “Oh… I can’t remember. There’s no time…”
He suddenly pulled back and opened the window. They were on the tenth floor; there was no way to escape. Just then, the knocking resumed, accompanied by a familiar voice: “Hey, Lezi, get out here.”
Huh? That sounded like Brother Hua. Lezi hesitated to run away and quietly crept back to take a look. To his shock, he swung the door open and nearly dropped his jaw when he saw Brother Hua standing there in full police uniform. Brother Hua already had a rather sleazy appearance, but in a police uniform, he looked even worse. Lezi was so stunned that he couldn’t speak for a long time.
“What’s up? Don’t you recognize me anymore?” Ruhua pushed the door open and sniffed the air before pointing at Lezi. “Kid, you’ve been smoking, haven’t you? Planning to jump out the window and run away? Who did you hook up with—a minor girl?”
“She’s of age!” Niu replied shyly.
"Phone, Address, name," Ruhua said with a laugh.
The girl was so frightened that she fell silent, whispering. Lezi got angry and pulled her closer, grinning as he said, "Damn, I hooked up with a beauty from the art school... Haha, I'll ask you out later."
"This... what is this..." The girl was confused.
"Hurry up, get dressed and let's go," Lezi urged her, dragging Ruhua out the door while stammering, "I mean, Brother Hua... what's going on? You can't just reincarnate and become a cop, right? That stolen police uniform... do you understand the law? Impersonating a government official can get you sentenced. Didn't Guan Guan teach you?"
"Open your eyes and take a good look... it's a legitimate Undercover Officer uniform. Do you know what an Undercover Officer is?" Ruhua retorted.
"Isn't that just a cop's accomplice?" Lezi replied.
"Oh, you're not stupid after all; that's good to know... Get rid of the girl and come eat with me. What the hell are you doing still in bed at noon? Your dad sent you to be a developer, not to lie around all day!" Ruhua scolded playfully, as if regaining the spirit of Mr. Sun.
Lezi finally calmed down after sending the girl away. He quickly tidied up the illegal items in his room and dragged Ruhua down from his rented apartment. Once they were outside, he finally caught his breath and looked at the serious and excited Ruhua, still completely bewildered. All his questions boiled down to one: " Brother Hua, what on earth is going on? Just because a cop opened a Black Society branch doesn't mean they would take notice of you!"
"Ha! So you're peeking through the door, huh? I caught a Trafficker King in Anhui Province, made a contribution, and this is a special quota for an Undercover Officer approved by the Task Force," Ruhua boasted.
"Then why aren't you staying there? Why come back?" Lezi asked.
"I couldn't find my team! I didn't dare go home, so I came to look for you in Suzhou and Hangzhou," Ruhua explained. He briefly recounted his trip to Anhui Province, leaving Lezi wide-eyed. He had just returned yesterday after drinking too much and realized this morning that his team was missing. With nowhere else to go, he decided to find Lezi to inquire about Xiao Mu's whereabouts in hopes of rejoining his team.
"I haven't seen Mu... wait a minute, did you really go work for the police with Xiao Mu?" Lezi asked.
"Of course! Xiao Mu is like this in the police," Ruhua said, giving a thumbs-up. He raised his hand and closed Lezi's jaw with it. "Are you shocked? Remember that Baldy? He's an instructor from the Anhui Provincial Criminal Police Team. One against ten... I've seen it all; I've found my life's goal again. So what do you think of me now?"
The words were spoken with great confidence, causing Lezi to feel a pang of discomfort. He remarked, " Brother Hua, compared to now, I'd find it easier to accept if you just jumped off a building."
"With you good brothers around, how could I bear to jump? That would mean I'm really not thinking straight," Ruhua replied, clearly displeased with the topic.
"The problem is, now that you've come to your senses, I can't help but have thoughts of ending it all myself. Don't bother me; just go back to Binhai after we finish eating," Lezi said, feeling troubled.
"No way. I'm looking for Xiao Mu; if I can't find him, I'm not leaving... Look at you! When I had money, you were running around looking for me eight times a day. Now that I've only looked for you once, you give me this attitude... Damn it, do you believe I’ll report you for drug use?"
"Alright, alright... I'll take care of it right away..."
Lezi hurriedly covered Ruhua' mouth, fearing he might shout something out loud. The two got into the car, and Lezi first tried to contact Big Gourd and then Xiao Mu. Strangely enough, it felt as if fate was conspiring against him; at the crucial moment, neither of them could be reached...
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On the highway from Binhai to Jinhushi, the people in the van were making their final preparations. The connections were going smoothly; Fang Dingjun, who had been captured, was very cooperative. On the day he arrived in Binhai, he contacted his superior known as "Old Man," a lackey of Xu Tonglei. This person had a criminal record in the crime information database; his surname was Qiu and his given name Guanghan, with a prior conviction for assault.
Such criminal organizations were common; for these second-rate personnel, as long as there was money involved, it was business. As long as everything went smoothly, they would do anything without hesitation—whether it was selling themselves or counterfeit money.
The camera was embedded in a button and the recording device was taped to his belly button; unless he stripped down completely, they wouldn't be able to detect anything just by touching him. The accompanying officers emphasized several warning points repeatedly. Fang Dingjun nodded frequently, eager to divulge everything he knew in exchange for his freedom.
"The agreement is for a transaction of five hundred thousand; it's 1.4 for ten. Is that correct?" Aeming asked while summarizing.
"That's right. For denominations below one hundred thousand, it's 1.6; above one hundred thousand is this price," Fang Dingjun replied.
"Then 500,000 cash can be exchanged for 3.57 million Counterfeit...more than 50 kilograms...two people will pick up the goods for you. Note that they are your Lackey, his name is Li Jian, and he Called Ren Guoqing... Be generous and use real money for transactions, so you are not afraid of inspection," Aeming said. Fang Dingjun nodded, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the detectives pretending to be "Li Jian" and "Ren Guoqing", and couldn't help but shudder. "Don't be nervous, those who sell Counterfeit Money are not that afraid, our people will always follow... How did you deal with them before?" Aeming asked, this is a question that has been asked countless times, just thinking about it It’s just the suspect’s current state of mind. "It's very casual. They threw it to me in the back of the car... four times in total, ranging from 5,000 to 15,000." Fang Dingjun said. "Have you seen them with weapons?" PartyAimin asked. Fang Dingjun shook his head. He shook his head here, and heard the sound of several guns being loaded there. The comparison of force was a clear advantage. Aeming comforted him: "Your crime is very light. If you catch these people, you will be considered a meritorious service." ...Ah, are you ready?" Fang Dingjun nodded and Aeming opened his Handcuffs. Entrapment, with the second car change, entered the countdown, real-time transmission back to the command center of the Special Training Division………………………………………………………… “Master, you See...how confident are you?" Lin Qizhao turned around to ask, frowning for a moment, then said slowly: "Risky chess?" Lin Qizhao was confused. , Fang Dingjun In less than seventy-two hours from the arrest to today, no one knew that he was arrested and transported to Binhai. Regarding the safety factor, Lin Qizhao is quite confident . "Qizhao, I don't mean to be harsh, a Criminal, especially like organized crime, they know the police far better than the police know them. If it's just bad luck, we usually For them, the criminal police have no chance of winning. For them, if they lose, they will either go to jail or lose their money. I don’t think it can be that simple to achieve the goal." Shen Lingchen said.
In front of others, Lin Qizhao was proud, but he never dared to show that pride in front of this master. He smiled and said, "Sometimes you really have to rely on luck. At least the suspect that appeared today will give us more clues."
"What’s the plan? Direct arrest?" Shen Lingchen asked.
"Catch them red-handed," Lin Qizhao replied.
This was a method that balanced both aggression and caution, relying on evidence to force progress. As long as they could obtain evidence, they could connect the dots and expand the scope of the investigation. The advantage of big data lay in this; the more clues they had, the more favorable it would be for solving the case.
"Well, with the lack of clues, we can only do it this way. Right now, we need to find a breakthrough point in this web, which requires more suspects... Don’t ask for my opinion; I really can’t offer anything. If it were a group of thieves, I could give some suggestions, but this type of crime is not my forte. I can barely tell real money from counterfeit," Shen Lingchen chuckled and shook his head.
"What I need is your way of thinking... Heh, let’s wait and see. Maybe today will bring surprises. The counterfeit money they are transporting to Binhai is definitely more than what we've seized," Lin Qizhao said.
With such confidence, Shen Lingchen felt reluctant to pour cold water on him; he smiled silently and watched.
The contact was a regular Xia Li car. On the screen, they could see the road ahead and hear sounds from inside the vehicle. At twelve o'clock, the contact vehicle slowly parked at the designated location.
Haijin Expressway, section T7, forty-five kilometers from the signpost, at the first emergency stop point.
Once parked, the screen displayed an open environment around them. The lush green colors extended across the screen—rice fields, ponds, tea gardens, and forests. At first glance, such an open area seemed like an ideal trading spot; no one would dare to cause trouble here.
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A police car disguised as a minibus had placed warning signs five kilometers from the trading point. Behind tinted windows, officers lay in wait, ready for action. Meanwhile, at the highway exit, interception measures had already begun. With a trading location like this, it was as straightforward as driving straight down an alley; there was no chance of escape.
"Is everything going to be alright?" Xu Jian asked Aeming in a low voice.
Aeming leaned back in his seat and glanced at him, saying, "Catching thieves in a big city is different from our backward areas."
"Heh, Instructor, it's only five kilometers apart; anything could happen," Xu Jian reminded him. The terrain in this kind of weather was a bit challenging for the Police Force from Anhui Province.
Looking at the screen, Aeming felt a twinge of unease. He focused intently, falling silent.
Meanwhile, the two Scouts still sitting in the car began to feel tense. One checked his watch and asked Fang Dingjun, the Co-Driver, "It's past twelve; Brother Lei's Lackey is late."
"I... I don't know," Fang Dingjun replied nervously.
"It seems something's off. Is it possible there's a deal going down on this road?" The undercover agent playing the driver expressed his doubts. With vehicles constantly passing by on this road, if something went wrong, it would be a dead end. From his experience, thieves who didn't leave an escape route were always foolish.
And could those dealing in Counterfeits be any smarter?
"Make the call," the other investigator urged from the back.
"Oh." Fang Dingjun snapped to attention, pulled out his phone, dialed the number, and once connected, he followed the police protocol: "Brother Han, we've arrived but haven't seen anyone... If this doesn't work out, we might just leave; otherwise, we can turn back and discuss it."
"Heh, we got here earlier than you; just wait a moment, we'll be there soon," came the voice on the other end of the line.
Tension mounted in the back as they couldn't see anyone from the car's camera angle.
The rear team grew anxious and sought confirmation on whether to approach.
The atmosphere grew tense as the two Scouts failed to notice each other. In a moment of hesitation, several small black dots appeared in their line of sight. As they drew closer, both of their pupils dilated in shock. Motorcycles—three Dual-Wheel bikes and one modified Tricycle—were navigating the uneven terrain with ease. The lead rider emitted a plume of black smoke as he sped toward the highway, demonstrating exceptional driving skills. He zipped up onto the narrow Roadbed, stopping just shy of a meter wide, and removed his helmet.
The man was bald with a scarred face, resembling a fierce demon; his looks were intimidating enough to scare off any livestock. Leaning on one leg against the guardrail, he watched the occupants of the vehicle warily. Fang Dingjun smiled ingratiatingly and said, “Brother Han… it’s been a while since we last met.”
As he stepped out to offer a cigarette, Qiu Guanghan waved it away and asked directly, “Where’s the money?”
“Cash on delivery,” Fang Dingjun replied, gesturing to the two scouts behind him who were holding boxes.
“Things aren’t exactly peaceful right now. You’ve been away for half a year; who knows if you’re here to pull a fast one? No money, no goods—rules have changed,” Qiu Guanghan said, remaining unfazed.
Fang Dingjun glanced back for confirmation; one of the Scouts handed him a box. He opened it to reveal ten bundles, each containing fifty thousand, sealed with bank stamps. Qiu Guanghan inspected two bundles casually before giving a thumbs-up. “Hmm, looks solid… you’ve struck it rich.”
“Heh heh, we all prosper together… Brother Han, where’s the goods?” Fang Dingjun dared not let go of the box.
Qiu Guanghan whistled sharply, and the Tricycle below roared to life. It spun around as he lifted one of the four boxes tied to it, revealing stacks of cash inside. The scouts’ eyes widened as their hearts raced.
This unexpected contact and method had thrown all plans into disarray. Initially assuming their opponent would arrive by vehicle as well, no one anticipated such a large group coming from outside the road. These two-wheeled Tricycles could easily outmaneuver four-wheeled vehicles, and any attempt to capture them would likely fail; if they grabbed one up top, those below would surely escape.
“I need to… verify,” Fang Dingjun said uncertainly.
“Take the money down to check… hmm, these two can stay put; I don’t trust strangers. Please wait in the vehicle…” Qiu Guanghan said, blocking the two Scouts and only allowing Fang Dingjun to step down to verify the cash. The three hesitated slightly before he added with a smile, “The rules have always been this way: no more than three in a transaction; neither side looks at each other… You brought strangers this time; I’m already giving you face. Either verify that everything is in order and we’ll load it onto your vehicle or we part ways—I’m not greedy for your little sum.”
The scouts discreetly signaled for action while one reminded Fang Dingjun, “Brother Fang, go check it out; this guy seems honest; I think it’s fine.”
“Oh.” Fang Dingjun carefully carried the money down toward the road edge while the two scouts slowly returned to their vehicle.
When the door was opened, the motorcycle started with a roar, and the two people on the roadside walked down. Fang Dingjun who was getting off the road at the other end had just put down the cash box and was about to check the four boxes of goods unloaded from the car, but unexpectedly, behind him The motorcycle came straight towards him, and he was so frightened that he ducked. The man on the car ducked, picked up the cash box, and drove away quickly. On the other side, Qiu Guanghan laughed and said: "Fang Zi ...Carry it up yourself, Brothers won't wait for you." As soon as the car went away, Fang Kejun shouted in shock to the people above, and the two investigators rushed down. They had been delayed for more than ten seconds. They reported anxiously: "No. 1, the target stole money and escaped. Five people..." "Don't shoot...don't shoot..." The two investigators restrained themselves and did not draw their weapons. They squatted down and opened the box. , flipping through it... Oops, I feel like crying, except for the top one, the rest is all paper. "No. 1, No. 1, what they gave was not Counterfeit Money, it was all paper. They ran in four directions. Except for Qiu Guanghan, they all wore helmets..." "Stay where you are...Stand where you are... …" Aeming shouted in his voice. At this time, Minibus was rushing to the scene of the accident. He stepped on the brakes hurriedly, pulled over and stopped, and then punched the steering wheel angrily. . It was too late, and the heavy means of transportation were too late, and the dragnet laid out on the highway was completely ineffective. In such an open place, motorcycles are almost all-terrain, and it won't be long before they disappear into the dotted villages. It was too late, the command backstage Lin Qizhao slapped his forehead hard, speechless, wrong step, wrong step, never expected that these sellers of Counterfeit could be so fake, even Counterfeit There is no money , it is just a trap to rob people, and they have taken advantage of such a big loophole. The Police Force at both ends and the periphery are not enough to surround such a mobile motorcycle team. "Issue a wanted order to arrest Qiu Guanghan." He slammed the table and ordered. At this time, only a few minutes had passed since he was so complacent. When he accidentally turned his head, he realized that Shen Lingchen had been looking at him expressionlessly. He suddenly stopped himself from losing his composure and said a little depressed: "Master... ...I... let you see the joke." "It's okay, when I am embarrassed, I am worse than you... character is tempered," Shen Lingchen said. "I...hey..." Lin Qizhao had nothing to say, and said sarcastically: "Fortunately, I still have a backup plan."
"I smell a conspiracy; they might suspect Fang Dingjun and aren't prepared for the transaction," Shen Lingchen said thoughtfully.
"Then I want to see how far he can run... Activate high-frequency tracking, send the coordinates to Field Duty, and notify the stationed Police Force to intercept all routes," Lin Qizhao commanded.
As the antenna rotated, several moving red and blue dots appeared on the screen. These were the trackers embedded in the money and boxes. Coordinates were sent to the stationed Field Duty units, covering areas from the T7 expressway to Fangcun, Liu Garden, and Tea Mountain Square. A group of Field Duty officers and temporarily assigned Police Force personnel chased after the motorcycle rider like wolves on the hunt.
Forty minutes later, the first suspect was caught. He pulled out a bundle of cash from his chest, still unopened. Before he could react, several detectives pinned him to the ground as he shouted desperately, "Ah... I didn't rob anyone; the money isn't mine."
"If it weren't yours, we wouldn't need to catch you... Cuff him," one detective said as they dragged him away along with his motorcycle.
Fifty minutes later, in Tea Mountain Square village, the pursuing Field Duty officers tracked down a tricycle loaded with cash—an improvised beach vehicle. They began chasing through alleys and jumping over walls to catch him. It took over forty officers to finally pull out the guy hiding behind a tea furnace. His hiding place was still intact; he hadn't had time to open the box.
The quick interrogation soon identified five individuals. Aside from Qiu Guanghan, the remaining four were hired drivers—young men who had long been accustomed to scamming drivers. They felt frustrated that so many police had come searching their village this time. The last one caught was only seventeen years old; he blankly asked the police:
"I didn't even touch any money; why are you arresting me? Is this reasonable?"
His reasoning nearly brought the detectives to tears from frustration.
The tracking and capture operation was halted an hour later; Qiu Guanghan had slipped through their fingers. They recovered three bundles totaling 150,000, but 350,000 remained missing along with the embedded tracker—Signal had vanished...
In the command center, everyone in the special operations team fell silent. The bait-and-capture operation had failed; they had not only failed to apprehend any suspects but also lost track of their hideout. This plan had turned into a joke where they lost both their target and resources.
"Open all frequencies and implement Plan C."
Lin Qizhao's face darkened to an extreme degree; he was genuinely angry. With his order given, everyone switched gears as Shen Lingchen's eyes widened at another Police Force deployment map. One by one, points connecting Signal lit up as orders were issued for a larger operation than just a simple chase.
This guy actually has a backup plan at a time like this?
After repeatedly failing yet continuing to fight, Shen Lingchen couldn't help but admire this young man.
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“...Okay, I understand, Old Man. You can leave for now; the Boss won't be back for a while. Let's pause the business and I'll notify you when it's time to ship... Got it, don't show your face; the police are definitely watching you... But it's fine; I've compensated you a bit for your travel expenses, so you should be satisfied...”
Inside a speeding car heading towards Jinhushi, the Co-Driver was on the phone. The attempts to make contact had indeed confirmed their suspicions; this trip was fraught with danger for them. After hanging up, he let out a sigh of relief, as if releasing the tension that had built up inside him.
The concerned driver asked, “Brother Lei, was that really bait from the police coming from Anhui Province?”
“Yeah, the Boss guessed right; it was bait. That damn Fang Dingjun actually exposed the Old Man,” replied the Co-Driver.
“Then let's avoid any further contact; it's too risky,” said the driver.
“Whether we make contact or not, we've already been exposed. Anyway, we're leaving soon; let's teach them a lesson before we go,” the Co-Driver stated.
“Haha, the Boss is impressive; he figured it out as soon as the call came in,” the driver remarked.
“It’s not hard to guess. More than half of the small businesses shipping from Anhui Province have disappeared. If they weren't wiped out, it would be strange. Fang Dingjun is just a lackey; when did he get such big ambitions? He can't possibly handle goods worth five hundred thousand... It’s obviously fake; that’s just someone who indulges in gambling and vice. He’s not cut out for anything serious,” the Co-Driver pointed out lightly, highlighting Fang Dingjun's flaws.
The driver chuckled but said nothing more.
As the vehicle sped down the highway towards Maple Town, villages and factories dotted the landscape, connecting several cities into one. The destination was an unremarkable Weaving Factory in Maple Town. When the horn blared as they entered the factory area, a man at the gate leaned into the vehicle and said something. The Co-Driver's expression changed dramatically, and he cursed, asking where everyone was at this hour.
The man at the gate replied obsequiously that when they came looking for him, the Brothers had locked him up in the storage room.
The reason for this was that someone had come looking for Landmine. Normally, they could brush it off, but today was special, and the two returning men couldn't afford to be careless. The Co-Driver paced around the yard a few times and called to the driver, "Let’s go check it out... Get a few more people."
"What should we do?" the driver asked, noting that they were busy loading two large trucks ready to depart.
"Find out where they're from. If there's a problem, knock them out and find a place to dump them," said the Co-Driver, suggesting the most straightforward way to handle it.
The driver gathered several people while the Co-Driver stayed back. A few entered the workshop, and upon opening the door, two of them dragged out someone who had been temporarily detained from the storage room, kicking him against the wall with a warning: "Behave yourself, damn it."
With long hair, a floral shirt, ripped jeans, and a lean build, the leader bent down to scrutinize him closely.
Slowly lifting his head, Xiao Mu examined his captors in return. Although large and fierce-looking, he didn't seem like someone in charge.
"What's your name?" the leader asked.
"I'm Crooked Toad's brother," Xiao Mu replied.
"Who... who is Crooked Toad?"
"Li Jingbo is handling things for you. Someone got killed; you guys are being really inconsiderate—didn't even give us any funeral money."
"Hey... what the hell."
At that moment, someone cleared their throat, and the man's expression changed instantly. He smiled and said, "You must have come to the wrong place; here, the wages are paid daily. If there’s anything outstanding, you should have the person come themselves."
What a ridiculous situation—asking a dead person to come collect their wages? Xiao Mu wiped his nose and said, "You’re not in charge here; let the one in charge speak... The one who just coughed, to be honest, I've been around for more than just a day or two. You all might be in serious trouble and still here wasting time."
His words carried a threat, and the man truly felt out of his depth. He turned to look at the boss, while Xiao Mu caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and reminded him, "Now that I've found my way here, you don’t think I’m lacking in sense, do you?"
"You’re not lacking; you just have too much sense," the boss said as he parted the crowd. It was the same man who had been with the Co-Driver earlier. He stopped a few steps away from Xiao Mu and spoke cautiously, "Since you're also in this line of work, do you know what happens when you block someone’s path to wealth?"
He was slightly plump with a round face and two thin mustaches. His pig-like eyes rolled around shrewdly, resembling a cunning businessman. Xiao Mu replied, "If I wanted to block your path to wealth, I would have exposed your little den long ago... Give me some money, and I’ll save your life."
"Hey now, who the hell pulled you out of the latrine? Reaching out for money like that—do you know who I am?" The boss said with a mix of laughter and frustration.
"Xu Tonglei, they call you Landmine on the streets... Everyone thinks you're abroad, but have you even left the country? You probably just bought an identity to fool people," Xiao Mu stated.
The main character—Xiao Mu's leisurely tone confirmed his suspicions were correct. Xu Tonglei looked genuinely surprised but remained surprisingly calm as he squatted down and asked with a smile, "How do you plan to save my life?"
"You’re about to run into trouble; the police are closing in on your old hideout. Don’t think you’re hidden so well. You've been active in Suzhou and Hangzhou, Binhai, Golden Lake—you’ve even personally gone to meet people more than once. Do you really think the police won’t find this place?" Xiao Mu explained.
Xu Tonglei inhaled sharply, clearly nervous as he blurted out, "Are you trying to con me?"
"What would I gain from conning you? I'm just giving you a heads-up; someone like you moving two Cargo Vans is asking for trouble. Even if they don’t catch you on-site, how can you avoid traffic surveillance? With so many people around, can you guarantee everyone will keep their mouths shut?" Xiao Mu teased.
Xu Tonglei asked suspiciously, "So how do you plan to save me?"
"You idiot! Use the sea route! Go openly by land but secretly by sea; even if they check it’ll be an empty truck. Just change your landing spot... But hey, I can't tell you this for free; you'll need to pay me," Xiao Mu replied.
"Get up." Xu Tonglei shouted Xiao Mu and stood up, casually asking: "How much do you want?" "100... don't be nervous, you can just give me some money, I can sell it myself." Xiao Mu patted the dust off his body and stood up. "Qianpizi" is a slang term, which means Counterfeit. "This price is quite fair... Ho ho, come with me." Xu Tonglei turned around, as if he wanted to take Xiao Mu away. Xiao Mu Just took two steps, there was a bang, he rolled his eyes and lay down softly... <div style="text-aliger;margin-bottom:30px"><a id="pb_shouye" .akxs6.odules article="" addbookcase.php?bid="5852&cid=3349397""> 《</a id="pb_shouye" .akxs6.odules></div style="text-aliger;margin-bottom:30px">
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