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Cen Wen had nothing to ask, and finally took their bracelets and bank accounts, and sent them on their way with satisfaction. Little Teng Tiao was also very happy to get the food reserves of two supernatural beings, and took Cen Wen to teleport them two times. Street, took a taxi and left.

After returning to the apartment, Cen Wen took out several kinds of fruits from the space, cut a large fruit box, and summoned the property robot to deliver it to Master A Hong.

These fruits are all in stock spanning three hundred years.

Back then, it was not easy to eat a normal meal behind the front line, so wood-type supernatural beings could have something to eat. In order to save trouble, she used the whole tree to collect the space after the fruit tree was stimulated, and she picked one if she wanted to eat.

At that time, she knew that the space's ability to preserve freshness was top-notch, but she didn't expect the fact that it was better than she thought, and three hundred years of time proved it.

Master Ahong received the fruit box and sent a message to Cen Wen.

Master Ah Hong: [? 】

Awen: [Old Yang, apart from his lack of generosity, what else do you know about him? 】

Master Ah Hong: [Someone harassed you? 】

Arwen: [It's not harassment, someone has mentioned to me his fans this day, let me be careful. 】

Of course, Cen Wen can't say that he just killed two fans, and he can only throw it to the boxers who came to treat him today. The person she treated yesterday is still hot, and anyone who talks to her today is human. Common sense.

Master Ah Hong: [Lao Yang relies on these supporters to rule out dissidents. He doesn't do anything himself. You really have to be careful of those supporters, they are all of the third-level strength. 】

Arwen: [Old Yang is so arrogant, no one is allowed to be stronger than him, how can the boxing ring bear it? Even if a fan does dirty work, he is also the mastermind of the order, can the boxing ring bear it? 】

Master Ah Hong: [He has a backer behind him, but no one knows who it is. 】

Arwen: [So mysterious? 】

Master Ah Hong: [Actually, we can speculate that it must be the boss behind the boxing ring, and at the same time one of the bosses behind the entire black market. 】

Awen: [Fuck, the boss of the boxing ring is reasonable, saying that he hugged the thigh of one of the bosses of the black market, which is unreal. 】

Master Ah Hong: [The boxing ring is one of the main businesses of the black market. It is normal for the owner of the boxing ring to be the boss of the black market. It can even be said that the boss of the black market has shares in the boxing ring. They are all bosses. Which one does Lao Yang embrace? Human thigh, no one knows. 】

Awen: [It's really tight. 】

Master Ah Hong: [Indeed. 】

Awen: [Okay, I have a general understanding, next time I will observe them carefully. 】

Master Ah Hong: [Pay attention to safety. In addition, the fruit box is delicious and the fruit is so fresh. 】

Awen: 【\u003c(￣︶￣)\u003e】

For the next three days, Cen Wen worked diligently in the business of selling vegetables and flowers. With her generous income, she happily bought a few pieces of high-quality fresh meat and stewed it in a big pot.

The atmosphere at Lao Yang's place was a bit uneasy. The two fans who were sent out to follow Ah Wen never returned, and they couldn't get through on the phone. They went home to look for no sign of anyone returning, and they disappeared completely.

In the black market, a person completely disappears without the possibility of running away from home, which means that there is a lot of bad luck.

"That Awen must be related to her."

After receiving the news from fans, Lao Yang came to a conclusion without thinking.

"I underestimated her, she is a hidden one."

"Don't be polite to her anymore, take advantage of the two days when she is at work, and find a chance to take her away."

Lao Yang gave an order to his remaining five fans, but he didn't believe it. Five third-level supernatural beings couldn't catch one of the first-level ones.

Three days passed in a flash, and Cen Wen went to work calmly.

On the basement floor, where therapists gather, there are many fresh potted plants. People with wood-type abilities instinctively like to be surrounded by green plants, and fake flowers are absolutely unacceptable.

With so many plants, it was convenient for the little rattan. The plant network was pulled up in minutes, followed Lao Yang all day long, and found out all five of his fans in the crowd.

【Oh hoo~】

【Um? 】

Cen Wen, who was busy setting bones for others, received the happy news from Zhi Chong.

[They want to do something to you. 】

【oh? 】

【The two missing ones made them vigilant. 】

[So you don't plan to observe anymore? 】

【Uh-huh. 】

【How are they going to do it? 】

[Still discussing, I want to pretend to be a taxi to pick you up when you get off work, and I can't help you when you get in the car. 】

[Good plan. 】

【what should we do? 】

[Nothing to do, follow the trend, get in the car and say it again, if they really are pretending, then control them. 】

【Uh-huh. 】

People who have come back from the battlefield, have never seen any dangerous situations, played all the tricks of Mission Impossible Impossible, and are afraid of an old hooligan?

Cen Wen finished his day's work step by step, and called a taxi on his bracelet to pick him up.

In order to give Lao Yang and his subordinates a chance, after she hailed a taxi, she called her errand boy to buy a few boxes of second-level tonics. When the taxi arrived, she asked him to take the tonics out with her. It is convenient to find a car by reading the license plate number.

As soon as he came out of the underpass, the boy who worked as a handyman sharply saw a taxi with the same license plate waiting a few meters away. After some busy work, Cen Wen got into the back seat of the car, closed the door and set off.

The taxi lifted off smoothly, adjusted its direction and was ready to accelerate, when the door suddenly locked and clicked.

Cen Wen looked calmly at the front rearview mirror. The driver's eyes were exposed in the rearview mirror. At the same time, the power pressure of a third-level power user belonging to the fire system was overwhelming her, and the hot breath made people breathless. Come.

"Lao Yang wants to see you."

The driver took his hands off the wheel and is now in autopilot, and he has a gun in his hand.

This sentence allowed Cen Wen to confirm that the real driver had been replaced, and the small cane on his wrist shot out like a spring, injecting the truthful venom into the driver's head.

"Where is Lao Yang meeting me? How many people are waiting for me? What preparations have you made?"

"In Lao Yang's private tea room, there are all fans. If you refuse to be included, you will be killed."

"What is the structure of the tea room? Is there a chance to trick the fans out first and control them?"

"Before entering the tea room, there is a preparation room. Lao Yang is also there. There is no chance to trick other people out."

"How many minutes until we arrive?"

"More than ten minutes."

With the current speed of the flying car, it can run tens of kilometers in ten minutes, which shows how far the tea room is. Lao Yang knows that his small actions are shameful, so he found a place so far away.

"How to get to his tea room after getting off the car? Is there someone to guide the way?"

"If there is a guide robot, just report Lao Yang's name."

"Okay, I hope you can hold out until we get off the bus."

After the venom enters the body, due to individual differences, the length of the last time varies from person to person. During the ten-minute drive, Cen Wen is not sure whether this person can persist until entering the tea room.