Temporary station for bad people.

Zhang Yanming was drinking tea leisurely in the tent. Things had already reached this point, and it was meaningless to worry about it. The appearance of old friends also caused many changes in things, including good and bad. Now we can only use good things to quell the depression caused by bad things.

"Zhang Shuai, the person has been brought here." Someone outside the account shouted.

Zhang Yanming said: "Bring it in."

"Please, please!"

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Huang Guiyun and Wan Li Xinkuan walked in. One person was panic about such treatment, while the other was calm and calm.

Zhang Yanming pointed to the seat next to him: "Please sit."

His form and words were quite casual, but the two young men did not dare to move around. Fortunately, Wanli was still aware of it, so he stepped forward and bowed: "Do you dare to ask the name of Ming Gong Gao?"

Wanli Xinkuan is a businessman. He has met many bad coaches in this state or knows his name. However, just now he saw the bad coaches in Ludao outside and could only stand outside on standby, which is enough to show that the man who looks not old in front of him is quite famous.

Bad people will not work across borders, and even if they cross the border, they will only send a few people to help. They will definitely not take away the local bad people's command of their operations. After all, they are local tyrants, so it is more convenient to do things.

Zhang Yanming said in a deep voice: "My name? You don't need to know it!"

No other pressure is needed, just the majesty of being in power for a long time is enough to make Huang Guiyun want to escape. Since he was a child, he has had an inexplicable fear of becoming an official, probably because he was scared more by his parents.

Wan Li Xinkuan also put down his calm attitude and bowed respectfully: "Why don't you know what happened to Ming Gong call us?"

The two of them were just about to find the way between Shisan and Chen Tingting, but they were stopped by several men in black after walking a few steps. The difference is that this time the man in black was not wearing a mask, but he was still a man in black.

Just as Wan Li Xinkuan planned to take the lead and pull the hidden weapon that had never been useful, the man in black took out the token of the bad guy and said that someone asked them to come over.

Wan Li Xinkuan initially speculated that the bad guys were probably the wreckage of giant ships destroyed in the sea, so they were tracked down here. However, as soon as they opened their mouths, he found that things were far from that simple, because what they were looking for was "Ask the young master of the Wan Chamber of Commerce and the descendant of the Martial God."

The identity of the young master of the Wan Chamber of Commerce is not mysterious, but the successor of the Martial God is different.

Many people know that the successor of the Martial God appears, but few people know what the successor of the Martial God looks like, right? Two of the three bad people I knew about have died in the sea, and the other one has just been captured.

For the first time, Wan Li's heart is broad-minded with the real strength of a bad person, and secretly pondered: "It is said that a bad person has a good hand and eyes, and they don't know anything about the world. When I see you today, it's true... It's better not to expose those things too early..."

Zhang Yanming smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. The two are Akun's friends. I have had a long-term relationship with Akun. After a while, there will be a little chaos outside, so I will bring you here, mainly for protection, and there is no other purpose."

The two young men were a little unfamiliar with the word "Akun" at first, but immediately remembered that Luo Yun called Thirteen.

In this way, this commander who occupies a high position among bad people is also a friend of Thirteen, or maybe Thirteen is a bad person?

Huang Guiyun was secretly happy and was about to ask. However, Zhang Yanming suddenly shouted "Come on", which scared the young man so much that he almost retracted his neck into his body.

However, the few people who came in were just holding some food, not knives and axemen, which made Huang Guiyun relax a little.

Zhang Yanming said kindly: "You must have not had a good meal these two days. You should first make your stomach. After the matter here is resolved, I will invite everyone to Licheng to enjoy the fun."

After the two young people thanked each other, they took their seats.

The table was filled with simple white rice, fried fish and vegetables, which were rich, but they still had color, fragrance and flavor. Moreover, for the two people who had been hungry for a long time, it would be good to eat something with the current conditions.

Huang Guiyun was not polite at all, and he picked up the rice bowl and started to storm the wind. Wanli Xinkuan picked up a few bites and put down the chopsticks.

Waiting for the next storm, or the sunshine.

The young man had a big appetite, and his stomach was still a little empty after a bowl of rice. However, Huang Guiyun was embarrassed to give another bowl. After putting down the bowl and chopsticks, he saw Zhang Yanming still drinking tea leisurely, without any intention of saying anything or asking.

Huang Guiyun grabbed the cheek and shouted hesitantly: "Ming...Ming Gong?"

He didn't know what to call Zhang Yanming, but when Wan Li Xinkuan asked, he shouted "Ming Gong". Although he didn't know what it meant, there should be no problem learning to shout.

"Hmm?" Zhang Yanming raised his eyes and looked at Huang Guiyun's eyes, "You are... Huang Guiyun? Is there anything wrong?"

Huang Guiyun froze, not knowing why he suddenly shouted.

The other party claimed to be Thirteen's friend, but he didn't even say hello when he came in. When he was eating, he always felt a little sad when he recalled this incident. But now he realized it and suddenly his mind was blank, and he didn't know how to speak.

After hesitating for a long time, Huang Guiyun thought of a sentence: "Is that... Uncle Thirteen also a bad person?"

"Are you interested in bad people?" Zhang Yanming did not answer the teenager's question, but instead asked another question.

Huang Guiyun said sincerely: "Yeah, I just signed up for the Licheng martial arts lecture hall."

"Oh? I just signed up, wouldn't I be able to participate in the assessment of bad people in three years?"

"If I can graduate successfully, I will definitely sign up for the bad guy."

Zhang Yanming laughed and said, "No need to be so troublesome. Although I am not a high-ranking official position, it is still okay to pull a few people into bad people. If you are interested, I can now include you in the ranks of my bad people."

The implication of this sentence is very obvious. Huang Guiyun immediately lit up when he heard it: "Really?!"

Zhang Yanming said readily: "Of course!"

Faced with such a straightforward answer, Huang Guiyun hesitated: "I heard that bad people have high requirements, and I have poor kung fu..."

Of course, it is just an excuse for being poor. Wan Li Xinkuan also revealed to Huang Guiyun that since the other party already knew that he was the successor of the Martial God, he was most likely coveting this magical skill. As a result, Huang Guiyun could not control himself immediately when facing a small temptation, and now it was too late to regret it.

In addition, Zhou Tianyu's unwilling face was still wandering in the boy's mind.

Bad people are dangerous jobs!

Zhang Yanming waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. The coach among bad people is much better than the martial arts lecture hall. Moreover, novices will arrange for veterans to take with them, so something will not happen so easily."

Wan Li Xinkuan suddenly said: "Yes, Young Master Huang, isn't it your dream to join a bad person? And if you can ask Mr. Zhang Ming to arrange for senior thirteen to take you, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

"A fine work with a very high level" - this is Wan Li Xinkuan's new speculation about the thirteenth identity. Of course, this sensitive identity of the detailed work must not be directly expressed, and can only be considered by the side.

The broad-minded approach made Zhang Yanming feel a little unhappy. How could such a trick fool him?

At this moment, another notice came from outside the tent: "Zhang Shuai, the people from the Wan Chamber of Commerce have arrived."

"Come in."

"please."

The curtain of the tent was lifted open, and two thin old men walked in side by side.

When Wan Li Xinkuan saw them, he was surprised and said, "Gold, Three, Silver and Four?"

Sure enough, pressure is motivation!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!