I'm Really A Newcomer

"Well, I saw it." Jiang Mian glanced at Ye Zheng casually, took Jiang Yaoguang's hand and sat in the back seat of Cullinan.

"What are you standing there for? It's your car."

Xue Jiang closed the car door and wanted to remind Ye Zheng, but found that Ye Zheng's body was unnaturally stiff.

"It's really boring to wear a suit in the summer. You don't need to sweat so much. Come to my stall and roast a few pounds of oysters for you when you have time." Xue Jiang shook his head and sat in the passenger seat.

Under the scorching sun, Ye Zheng seemed to be in an ice cave with biting wind.

That luxurious suit became extremely sticky due to sweat.

Ye Zheng shivered and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his lifeless face reflected in the dark windows of Cullinan.

Just passing by, Ye Zheng seemed to see the endless sound of golden leather in the yellow sand in the sky from his abyss-like eyes.

The armored soldier picked up a bloody head with his halberd, and that head clearly looked like his own.

The sounds of fighting and minced meat.

Red blood invaded Ye Zheng's vision, and a cold blade pressed against his fragile throat.

"Well."

Ye Zheng had never felt that he was so close to death. He was frantically running the mysterious method inherited by the Ye family for hundreds of years, and the thick white steam washed away the fear that filled his body.

Ye Zheng gasped and grabbed his chest in fear.

Across the car window, Jiang Mian rubbed the calluses on his fingertips and pursed his thin lips.

"These are just the general's eyes." Jiang Mian said softly.

After Ye Zheng got in the car, he took on the role of driver without saying a word. In his opinion, this unassuming young man must be a true master.

The world organization behind Xue Jiang is really terrifying, to be able to cultivate such a young master.

He must embrace this thigh for the sake of the prosperity of the Ye family for hundreds of years.

After a few minutes of greetings, Xue Jiang unexpectedly found that the famous major general was quite talkative. He thought that Jiang Mian, who had become famous at a young age, would be a little domineering, but it turned out that he was just a little quiet.

"Jiang Mian, just call me Xiao Jiang from now on. If you come to see me for anything, I will be there when you call." Xue Jiang promised, patting his chest.

"Let's call him Brother Jiang, it's weird."

"Brother Jiang, hello, Brother Jiang, hello." Xue Jiang excitedly geared up.

I never thought that I, old Xue, would have a glorious day.

"You guys should have a good rest at the Ye family first. If you want someone to take you to play, I will ask Old Ye to send a Ye family kid who is similar to your age to be a tour guide. Of course, you can go and play by yourself."

"We can just stroll around. Having a place to stay is already a big help." Jiang Mian said softly.

"That's fine." Xue Jiang nodded, "Then let me introduce the basic situation of the capital to you..."

Xue Jiang originally wanted to say something similar to the intertwining of power at the capital's feet, but he immediately felt a little embarrassed.

"There are only four top families in the capital, namely the Ye family, the Song family, the Tang family and the Qin family."

"Is it the kind of black and white methods that can reach the sky..." Jiang Yaoguang couldn't help but think about it.

"Hahahaha, what age are we in now? How can there be any underworld?" Xue Jiang laughed.

Jiang Yaoguang stuck out his tongue playfully.

"At most, they are just raising a few thugs." Xue Jiang said softly.

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The pure black Cullinan drove into a luxurious corridor, with lifelike stone carvings engraved on the walls on both sides.

At the end of the corridor is a spacious underground parking lot. As Cullinan goes deeper, the area projected by the exquisite spotlights in the basement gradually expands deeper.

As the spotlights shine, luxury cars parked in various areas inlaid with carved stone tiles and century-old paintings placed on huge load-bearing stone pillars come into view. Cullinan drove into a group of parked classic cars that were either luxurious or discontinued. Convertible sports cars such as Maserati and Cayenne are parked in another area, which is filled with carefully drawn anime and hip-hop graffiti, while some colorful modern paintings hang on the stone pillars.

Ye Zheng eagerly opened the two antique doors between the huge stone lions and copper jars that were symmetrical on the left and right, and Jiang Mian and the four of them saw the light of day again.

More than a hundred men dressed in black straddled the five-room-wide vermilion palace gate, and their awe-inspiring aura looked a bit aggressive.

These people are all members of the Earth Branch team.

The thugs raised by the Ye family are divided into two teams, the Tiangan and the Earthly Branch. There are ten Tiangan in total, almost all of them are masters at the initial level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. They are only used by the head of the family.

There are one hundred and twenty people in the Earthly Branches, the lowest is also at the peak of body refining.

Jiang Yaoguang had only seen this powerful scene in movies, so she hid behind Jiang Mian and observed secretly.

The young man in the lead was wearing a beautifully tailored black tunic suit. The black-haired man named Chu Huai did not have a single tattoo on his body, but there was an unhealed scar on his pursed thin lips.

Chu Huai was the child entrusted by Ye Zheng's late friend on his deathbed. He had reached the ninth level of foundation building at the age of only twenty-six. Ye Zheng was so fond of Chu Huai that he even handed over this team without reservation.

Jiang Mian squinted his eyes and stared at the glazed tiles on the red wall that became more and more dazzling in the sunlight. However, such precious glazed tiles looked a bit vulgar under the green color between Jiang Mian's fingers.