My Sister is Too Protective

"Okay, okay, my eldest master."

Chen Hu smiled jokingly: "What have you been up to these days? It's so dangerous."

Lin Feng sighed softly.

"The more dangerous ones are yet to come."

"Danger?"

Huoxiang Lixiang's small tongue licked her plump lips, her face flushed.

"Interesting pronoun?"

"Damn, sisters, you're too good at playing here, why don't we find a place to communicate and exchange feelings?"

"Just you? Too young."

"Little? Lao Tzu, this is a python, okay!"

Lin Feng had no intention of chatting with them, thinking about the next thing in his heart.

Outside of Screaming Ballet, Lin Feng was surrounded by people when he got off the car.

"Look, it's Lin Feng, this kid is really here!"

"Don't think that no one can find you hiding here, hand in your things quickly!"

"Boy, you'd better be acquainted. If you take things you shouldn't take, you can't afford the consequences!"

Everyone, you and me, made Lin Feng frown.

"Oh, what's the situation?"

Chen Hu ridiculed and lighted a cigarette.

Taking advantage of this effort, the mad dog squeezed from the crowd.

"Boss, why are you here? I just thought about calling you and telling you not to come over. I didn't expect it to be a step too late!"

"What the **** happened?"

The mad dog squeezed in front of Lin Feng and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I don't know. This group of people came half an hour ago and said what... Someone from the Antiques Association, they blocked the door and said that they wanted to see you. I have tried all kinds of methods, and I can't drive them away. !"

"Antique Association?"

Lin Feng's face became even more ugly.

How long has this Fang Yin been in my hand? Why did things spread so quickly?

"Stop talking nonsense!"

One of them suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Feng by the collar.

"Your kid quickly hand over the things!"

This person is tall and magnificent, and he spits out when he speaks.

Lin Feng only felt bored. Before he could do anything, Huoxiang kicked it up.

This kick directly kicked the man far away, and caused the people present to exclaim, and then he fell silent.

Huoxiang didn't think there was anything, with one hand in his waist and the other pointing to the nose of the people present.

"Who dares to move Lin Feng, this guy is your fate!"

When the words fell, a man's voice sounded.

"Lin Feng, all civilized people, let's talk."

With this voice, everyone gave way.

At the end of the road, in the shop screaming at Ballet, there were several people sitting with serious faces, all looking at him with indifferent eyes.

"Talk? Why talk?"

The leading man sneered.

Throw an agreement on the table.

"Lin Xingzhou personally wrote it, you will know why after reading it."

Lin Feng's complexion didn't change, and he strode over.

It was a yellowing and curled agreement, exuding a faint musty smell, and the writing on it was already a little fuzzy, so it can be seen that this thing is not a short year old.

With ten great words eloquently, Lin Feng saw from the beginning to the end, and finally saw the meaning of these people from the cracks in the words.

It is stated in this agreement that things coming out of the cemetery should not flow into the market in principle, but if someone really does this, or has to do so, then these things should be shared by all the antique families in Haicheng. A piece of the pie, to show the unity of the antique association.

Otherwise, it will take three swords and six holes to divide up all of his possessions and expose all his deeds, so that he will never have a foothold in Haicheng!

At the end of this agreement, Lin Xingzhou's name was clearly written, his fingerprints and private seal were pressed.

"Lin Feng, what your dad meant, you're a son, won't you fail to comply, right?"

The man in the lead gave a sneer, meaning he had a chance to win.

Lin Feng just thought it was funny.

"I just got the stuff right now. You guys are moving very fast. Are you prepared?"

The person who spoke earlier laughed loudly after hearing this.

"Your kid is really young, you don't understand a lot of things, you can't grasp it at all, I might as well tell you."

In fact, the people of the older generation of Haicheng know about the seventh underground level of Luosheng Street, that place is known as the safest place in Haicheng.

So, before that happened, almost everyone sent valuable things there, and there was never any mistake.

Until that night fifteen years ago.

The butler of the Lin family, Xu Hongshan, brought the people from the four major families of Haicheng and other forces into the seventh floor, for the Fang Yin that Lin Xingzhou had deposited before!

At that time, the battle was very fierce and attracted the attention of the Baidao underworld. Later, I didn't know which force discovered it. Heavy troops were sent to suppress it, and everyone returned without success.

This made everyone uneasy. At this moment, a skilled craftsman from the Wang family successfully sneaked into the seventh floor. Although there was no way to take the thing away directly, an information reporting device was installed while the guards were not paying attention.

Once someone takes out the things in the seventh floor, the device will start working and send a message to the Haicheng Antique Forum.

Later, because the incident was so serious that year, the people of Baidao simply used some relationships and directly buried the entire seventh floor in an attempt to cover up what happened that year.

Fifteen years have passed, and although it has become a thing of the past, it was the same thing that was still circulating in the antique world, and countless antique dealers were staring at the forum day and night.

Just wait for the thing inside to see the sun again!

Hearing this, Lin Feng's heart sank.

It seems that all of this has been designed long ago.

"Okay, I'll tell you what you want to know, let's hand it over now."

The middle-aged man looked confident, stretched out his fingers, and knocked on the table.

"What if I don't pay?"

Lin Feng's eyes were cold.

Facing Lin Feng's tough attitude.

The middle-aged man laughed instead.

"Lin Feng, we also know that you have been running smoothly in Haicheng these days, and even the four big families have been shaken by you, but sometimes people still have to abide by the rules!"

"What's more, this is a rule set by your dad. It is up to you to break it. I'm afraid this is not good!"

Others followed suit.

"That's it, we don't have to deal with other industries, but this is the rule that Lin Xingzhou established in the past. Even if he is gone, all of us have been following it until now. You are really a son of man!"

"Heh, what's a joke? Lin Feng had no father or mother when he was a child, no one taught him, no education, and unruly. Otherwise, how could those things be done before? Now this is normal."