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"Let's go back and talk." Cheng Qing patted Li Muzhao on the shoulder. This guy's ability to do things was evident. If Chen Qingzhu and Wu Hongshan were to have a fierce battle, then Li Muzhao would have probably entered the battlefield before Wei Xiangzi.
"All of you are fine?" When Li Muhao asked this question, he could already see that the two of them were indeed fine, but he still stood on the spot and didn't leave.
"What are you going to do?" Cheng Qing looked at him suspiciously.
Li Muhao said with a serious expression, "Funing Street is already our territory and even the restaurant has been reduced to this state. Someone has to clean up the mess and restore order here …" He couldn't possibly wait for the people from the yamen to arrive, right? Furthermore, the yamen's people may not dare to come to Funing Street now. "
Cheng Qing turned his head, and saw that there were many spectators outside the restaurant. They were all pointing at the restaurant and discussing about it.
Cheng Qing nodded. "I was careless. Go and do it."
Li Muhao nodded, "One more question." What do we call the gang now? "I'll take care of things in the past and announce that we're the new owners of Funing Street. There must be a famous name for us."
Cheng Qing thought about it.
Lin Xin blurted out, "Qing Gang?"
Li Muhao: "This …"
Chen Qing smiled. "We might as well set up a sect called the 'An Tian Sect'."
"The An Tian Sect..." Li Muhao ruminated for a moment, "This one is resounding."
Thirty steps away, on the rooftop of a building on the street, two silhouettes stood facing the wind, facing Cheng Qing's group. They were standing in the middle of the brightly lit Funing Street.
However, whether it was the pedestrians on the street, or the spies secretly set up by the Wei family and Wu family, none of them noticed them. It was as if they didn't exist.
"Is it him?" one of them asked.
This was a woman with a perfect figure. She wore a white robe, and her long hair reached her waist.
Her hair was a fiery red, and it fluttered in the wind like a burning flame.
Her eyes were clear and pure, like a spotless snow lotus.
She held a snow-white longsword in her hand. The sword scabbard and hilt were embedded with beautiful gems of various colors. It was extremely extravagant.
"It should be." Another man answered.
This scholarly young man had a handsome looking leather bag. He wore scholarly robes and was equipped with a scholarly sword. His sword was very ordinary and looked just like ordinary iron.
"What should be?" The red-haired woman holding the snow-white sword frowned.
The scholar sighed, "Because according to Master's instructions before he left, this child should be beaten half to death by now, lying on the bed, waiting for you and me to save him …" But now, he's standing on the street as if nothing has happened. "
"It's more than just that, he's already at the third level of the Nazi realm." The woman said.
"This is the strange part." The scholar said.
"This is very strange." The woman said.
"In a remote city thousands of miles away, a youth that we don't know is related to the rise and fall of our sect …" If this didn't come from Master's mouth, I wouldn't believe it at all. " The scholar said.
"I still don't believe it." The woman said.
"This is the conclusion Master came up with after deducing the three thousand Heavencraft Boxes. Whether it is Master or the three thousand Heavencraft Boxes, it is impossible for them to be wrong." The scholar said.
"Didn't you bring the three thousand Heavencraft Boxes with you? If I take it out and take a look, wouldn't I know if it's this young man or not? " The woman said after a moment of silence.
"I've already seen him just now. His eight words are correct, but his fate is a little … "Strange."