Gao Wu: I can plunder everything

Jiang Mingyang smiled and nodded, and the girl smiled lightly and calmly, and stepped forward without arrogance and said: "Mr. Jiang, please take care.

My name is Wen Qingyun, this is my business card, and I look forward to serving you next time."

The girl only introduced herself, even if it was a self-introduction, it seemed that as long as she said the three words Wen Qingyun, everyone would know her.

As a talented warrior at the age of only 17, she did have the capital to be proud, but she didn't know that Jiang Mingyang had never heard of her, so her thoughts were biased.

"My Lord, if someone is too nice to you, he is either a traitor or a thief. This little girl definitely has bad intentions."

Jiang Mingyang did not take the business card, but instead put on a sly smile and asked, "Miss, why are you so nice to me?"

"I want to know."

Wen Qingyun smiled sweetly, stuffed the business card into Jiang Mingyang's hand, and said playfully, "Contact me and I'll tell you."

After that, Wen Qingyun left gracefully, and Jiang Mingyang was stunned on the spot, "Damn, it seems that I was flirted with."

Jiang Mingyang got into the taxi and couldn't wait to send a message to Wen Qingyun. They chatted very speculatively.

Wen Qingyun did not give a clear answer as to why she indulged Jiang Mingyang so much, but she gained a lot of information about the Jiang family.

"Ten years ago, one of my uncles saw with his own eyes that the old man of the Jiang family was chased by five warriors."

Wen Qingyun's simple words not only made Jiang Mingyang fall into deep thought, but also gave him a strong sense of crisis.

The old man is still alive now, and the five warriors must have died.

But why did Old Master Jiang hide his strength, why didn't he teach his three sons martial arts, what conspiracy and purpose did he have.

The Jiang family has not made any moves so far, is it related to him?

Surrounded by countless questions, Jiang Mingyang is helpless, and no one helps him explain, he can only rely on himself.

He has no time to waste, he must race against time...

In the Jiang family's ancestral home in the suburbs, a group of Jiang family members sat in the living room, arguing and roaring like a vegetable market.

Jiang Changyuan questioned Old Master Jiang why he didn't let him touch Jiang Mingyang.

Jiang Changren, the third son of the Jiang family, was sarcastic and dismantled Jiang Changyuan's stage, and the two brothers cursed.

Dozens of uncles and uncles also split into two factions and quarreled endlessly, and Jiang Wenyu and his children and grandchildren lowered their heads to play with their mobile phones.

Jiang Hualei, the old man of the Jiang family, lay on the rocking chair in the main seat, rocking gently, as if he didn't hear the quarrel of his children and grandchildren, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

He was thin and wrinkled, like a dying tree, and seemed to be dying at any time.

"Jun'er's life and death is unknown, but no one asked about Jiang Mingyang. Doesn't this make you sober?

What's the point of fighting for worldly wealth? Only those who master powerful power and become warriors are the real elites and nobles!

Otherwise, your wife and daughter will be bullied, and your children will be ravaged, and you can only watch helplessly."

Jiang Hualei lay on the rocking chair, his dry lips trembling slightly, and his voice was barely audible.

The noisy living room suddenly became quiet, and the Jiang family members were extremely aggrieved, but helpless.

Jiang Mingyang can defeat the quasi-warrior now, and he will definitely become a warrior in time.

The Wu'an Bureau has been watching, and the Jiang family has no way to hire a killer, so they can only swallow their anger at this moment.

The Jiang family's grandfather said again: "It's very simple to become a warrior. I don't know if you are willing to try."

The living room was silent, and the Jiang family members all had strange faces. The eyes they looked at the old man Jiang were like looking at a hysterical madman.

If they could become warriors, they would have been able to rise to prominence when they were young, and why would they hang around in the small city of Donglin?

"Dad, you are not old and confused. Let alone the whole family becoming warriors, even if one person became a warrior, the Jiang family would not have to stay in Donglin City."

Jiang Changyuan's tone was unfriendly, and the Jiang family members woke up from their fantasy. Warriors are out of reach, how can they be achieved casually.

But at this moment, the secret door of the living room was pushed open, and a man in a black robe walked out slowly, shocking the Jiang family members to retreat again and again.

They were very familiar with the ancestral house, but they didn't know there was a secret passage here. How many things did their old man hide from them!

"It's hard to become a warrior, but it's easy to have power."

The black-robed man walked to the rocking chair, and the wide hood was pitch black, and a hoarse sound of gravel rubbing came out.

The Jiang family members were so scared that they dared not speak. Jiang Changyuan licked his lips subconsciously and asked hoarsely: "Who are you? Can you save my son? What price do I have to pay?"

Jiang Changyuan has been struggling for so many years and knows that there is no help without reason. The black-robed man must have some plan.

"You will know who I am soon.

Giving all of you power is a deal between me and your father. He has already paid the price. It depends on whether you dare to accept it.

As for your son, let him speak for himself."

The black-robed man's tone was indifferent and cold, as if he was telling a fact. There was no need to deceive them.

Jiang Changyuan looked ecstatic, and the Jiang family members were also excited, but they still had a trace of reason.

"Dad, what is going on?"

Jiang Changyuan asked with suppressed excitement.

"Calculate the time, the hospital should call."

Jiang's grandfather answered irrelevantly, but a moment after he finished speaking, Jiang Changyuan's phone rang.

"What! Jun'er suddenly got better, I'll go there right now, right now!"

Jiang Changyuan was ecstatic, and heard a snatching sound from the phone, followed by Jiang Wenjun saying: "Dad, where are you, I'll find you.

I feel full of strength, it's time to teach Jiang Mingyang a lesson!"

Jiang Changyuan hung up the phone and looked at the man in black robe excitedly, and the Jiang family members were also excited.

Jiang Wenjun, who was dying, could not only recover but also become stronger. What about those who were healthy?

"It seems that you have already decided."

The black-robed man slowly stretched out his hand from his sleeve. His hand was dry and black like a ghost's hand, which made people feel palpitating just by looking at it.

There were dozens of metal beads the size of longans floating on his claws.

It was not accurate to say that they were metal balls. At least half of the beads were made of flesh and blood, and there were small but ferocious tentacles dancing.

"What is this thing!"

Jiang Changyuan was frightened and retreated repeatedly. The black-robed man said indifferently: "Open your consciousness to accept it. There is only one chance."

The more the black-robed man ignored him, the more impatient the Jiang family members became.

Even if the black-robed man was very strange, even if the beads were even stranger, who could overcome their greed?

Becoming a warrior not only gave you status, but also extended your life!

But what if there was danger?

This was easy to deal with.

Jiang Changyuan forcibly pulled out a junior and ordered him to eat the beads in a tough manner, and the problem was naturally solved.

After the junior took the beads for a while, his muscles began to contract and swell, and his momentum became much stronger.

The Jiang family members were ecstatic and rushed to the black-robed man. They grabbed the beads and stuffed them into their mouths, fearing that they would be robbed of the opportunity if they were a step late.

The beads were like insect eggs. They hatched and multiplied after entering the body, growing countless ferocious tentacles and merging with the Jiang family.

The rocking chair rocked slowly, and the old man of the Jiang family seemed to have lost his vitality. The black-robed man laughed low and harshly.