God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 23 I've Never Heard Such a Request
The middle-aged man came over and came to Zhang Chuan's side, "Please come with us." He said to Zhang Chuan respectfully.

Follow him towards the stairs above.

"Please hand over the weapon on your body." After handing the dagger to the man in black, he swiped his body a few times with the instrument to confirm that he was not carrying a weapon before allowing Zhang Chuan to walk in.

What a waste.

Inside is an old man sitting with his back to Zhang Chuan, looking at the waves outside at night.

"Are you the winner?" He turned his head, the dark circles under his eyelids were lowered, the eyes were bloodshot, the gray hair and the saliva from the corners of the mouth, like a patient suffering from Alzheimer's.

The face covered with age spots laughed, "I didn't expect to be an old man, hehehe, it must be very hard to live such a long time and not break through to become a martial artist."

He set up his crutches and limped towards Zhang Chuan.

"Where's the money?" The cold voice hissed like a poisonous snake.

"Behind you."

Stacks of banknotes are placed in the box, each with ten thousand yuan bills on it.

But Zhang Chuan did not walk over, "I'm afraid you won't let me leave like this, right? Tell me, what is your purpose?"

"It's just different talking to smart people. I want you to help me deal with someone."

The throat is like a broken blower, and the whirring sound of air leakage is accompanied by a few coughs.

Zhang Chuan frowned slightly, killer?He's not here to do this.

"Don't worry, whether you agree or not, the money is yours, even if you refuse now, and" he knocked on the ground with his crutches, another row of boxes were put behind.

"As long as you promise, the extra 100 million here will also be given to you."

The total is about 200 million. Compared with my own customers, it can only be regarded as a mosquito leg, but now the expenses are relatively high, and I can earn a little bit.

"Who? And I want the details of this matter."

Hearing Zhang Chuan's question, the smile in the old man's eyes deepened.

"I."

This answer was indeed beyond his expectation, please ask someone to solve him?

"You heard me right, I want you to solve me." As if telling a joke, the old man leaned forward and back with a smile, tears and snot flowed out, and saliva from the corner of his mouth dripped on the ground.

What a lunatic, after doing such a circle, just for this matter, it's better to find a hole and bury yourself.

After laughing enough, he coughed a few more times, "Of course, instead of standing here obediently waiting to die, I want you to fight me." At this time, the old man's aura seemed to be different, "Both Winning or losing is life and death!" His eyes were like torches, staring straight at Zhang Chuan.

"Host, this person is weird. He was still lifeless before, but now his body cells seem to be revived, and they are strangely active." The system was a little uneasy, "If you want to escape, I have teleportation here." , it’s not expensive, I’ll give you half the price, don’t waste it, after all, you have money to spend when you’re alive.”

Although I am very grateful that she is so worried about herself, and it is really disgusting that she does not forget to mention the money at this moment.

"Okay, but I want you to punch in the card in advance." A dark bank card was taken out. It was a dark card that he specially exchanged with the system, and his whereabouts would not be found.

"This is." Seeing the black card, the old man's face was obviously stunned, "The killing organization?"

The Murder Organization is a very mysterious organization of killers. The people in it are all called by their code names. Moreover, they do not kill unless they are strong, and do not kill unless they are rich. It is an organization with powerful and crazy members, which has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

However, are there any members in this organization who are in the "Martial Artist Realm"?This was beyond the old man's expectation. He had approached this organization before but ignored him because he was not qualified.

This made the old man even more excited. Since he was a member of that organization, he would definitely be able to help him.

And the face under Zhang Chuan's mask is also in a dazed state, killing the organization?He looked at the system.

"I don't know either. I just randomly checked for anything in this world that can be used secretly. This card looked a bit nice, so I copied it and gave you the name Dark Dragon."

Well, at least the code name is good.

A man in black handed the card back respectfully.

"The money has already arrived in your account, so we can fight without reservation." He waved his hand, and all the men in black next to him retreated, "Don't worry, even if I lose, they will still fight." I won't do anything to you, I promise."

Nodding his head, Zhang Chuan directly kicked the flowerpot next to him, took the lead, and stabbed with his five fingers together.

Well done!
The old man's eyes were bare, his thin body squirmed and his muscles bulged.

With the Deadwood Rejuvenation Technique, he had been able to seal off the acupuncture points in his body so that his true energy would not flow out, and he had been able to live for a while longer.

But he is over two hundred years old, but he has not yet broken through as a martial artist, so he can only rely on the perception between life and death to try to break through.

The sealed true energy flowed to the meridians again, and his strength skyrocketed all the way to the Great Perfection of a martial artist.

He slapped the flying flower pot away, and without dodging or dodging, he even faced Zhang Chuan.

The two took a step back at the same time. Zhang Chuan was slightly startled when he saw the scar on his palm, and he actually broke his tortoise shell skill.

Pushing forward, the old man hit him with a continuous palm, as if without any strength.

But Zhang Chuan didn't dare to take it hard, instead he hit the opponent's chest with his palm, which was to exchange injury for injury.

Sure enough, the old man changed his palm and grabbed towards the green dragon palm.

The five fingers stretched and bent, and grabbed the opponent's wrist, but they slipped away like a loach in the water.

Internal boxing?
The opponent overcomes rigidity with softness, rigidity and softness make progress, a bit difficult to deal with, but he hasn't learned how to handle it yet.

A bag of white powder was thrown out by him, blinding the old man's sight.

"Lime? No, it's flour!"

But just taking advantage of this little stupefied effort, Zhang Chuan resorted to a terrifying trick, which can be described as extremely cruel.

First he punched him directly, the old man instinctively felt the strong wind and wanted to raise his arms, but suddenly his lower body felt cold.

What!The pain in the crotch, the unspeakable severe pain spread to the limbs, just like the helplessness and despair of not being able to find a toilet when the stomach hurts.

Tickle your butt legs!
"You, despicable!" He really couldn't imagine that in such a duel, he would use such a vicious move, which would damage the dignity of a martial arts practitioner.

"Hehehe, since you dare to look for people like us, don't you understand? Of course, life and death are won by unscrupulous means. Only in this way can we respect our opponents." In the hoarse voice were righteous and lingering words.

Walking towards the railing outside the window, Zhang Chuan was ready to run away.

"You, come back! Our game is not over yet!" He stared at Zhang Chuan, as if he wanted to remember that face.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in a weak person like you."

Diving into the water is like releasing a dragon like a sea, and Zhang Chuan will swim away after a few tumblings.

"Dark Dragon! I won't let you go!" He called out the code name on the card.

The voice from afar left Zhang Chuan speechless. What does it have to do with you looking for Dark Dragon and me, Zhang Chuan?
(End of this chapter)