"It's a small business, it's nothing. You have to plan for yourself. Do you really want to spend your whole life expecting to do tasks to make money to buy elixirs?

How can you keep your shoes from getting wet when you often walk by the river, let alone, the mission is only reserved for lower-level third-level warriors."

The middle and third-grade warriors in China all do well and rarely break the law.

Except those in the cult!

But the warriors of the cult are being watched by the military and the detective bureau. Forget about Xiao Xiami. The third-level warriors will be dealt with quickly as soon as they appear.

So when you reach the third level, you have fewer tasks.

More often than not, they go to caves, serve in the military, serve in the government, or do business...

These are the guarantees for the future.

"How about it, are you interested? It's not a lot of money, but you can become a warrior soon, just next semester.

By then, the company will probably have just set up its platform.

That’s 50,000 a month and 600,000 a year.”

Wu Zhihao waved his hand and said: "It's not about money. Even if we become warriors, we are still at the first level..."

"It's okay, what you need is your identity as a warrior, and you are still a student of Nanjiang Wuhan University, so you are more popular here.

Nanjiang Wuhan University used to be inferior to the martial arts departments of the other two universities, but now, it is far superior.

In addition, Brother Wang is the president of the martial arts club, and the governor graduated from Nanjiang Wuhan University...

It can be said that with such an identity, it is more convenient for me to act than when I am far away in Mowu, and everyone will be wary of it."

No matter how powerful the genius of Mowu is, he is still as high as the sky and far away from the emperor.

But the warriors of Nanwu are local, and there are a lot of students in Jiangcheng who graduated from Nanwu. Who knows if the relationship between these people is complicated or not.

Hearing what Fang Ping said, Wu Zhihao became interested and asked, "We don't know how to run a business..."

"No need, just name it."

"The kind who eats for free and doesn't work?"

"If you're in trouble, you need help. If you're not in trouble, then don't."

"..."

Wu Zhihao asked about the company's situation for a while, and finally said suddenly: "Yuanfang, I seem to have some impression. Someone said before that there is no such kind of takeout delivery in Nanjiang... Is this it?"

"Um."

At this time, several people were surprised. They were not completely unknown, but rather a somewhat famous company.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ping had only entered Mowu for less than a year. Not only had he made rapid progress, but his business had also become prosperous.

Wu Zhihao was so envious that he couldn't help but said: "There are really no shortcuts in martial arts?"

Fang Ping said with a smile: "Is there any shortcut? Even if there is, it's not something you can count on.

Practice down-to-earth, don’t look at me, I’m different, I’m a genius…”

"roll!"

"Isn't it? I'm the deputy admiral of Yangcheng now. Be careful what you say, or I'll put on your shoes.

Uncle Tan is working under me now!"

Fang Ping joked, and Tan Hao hurriedly asked. When they heard that he had visited the governor and the governor had given him the title of deputy admiral, both Tan Hao and Tan Tao were jealous.

If they had such a name, they could really run away in Yangcheng, and my father would be so excited that he couldn't sleep for a few days.

Let's talk about it. After finishing the meal, Fang Ping's face became more serious, "In the next year to one and a half, Nanjiang may face a crisis related to warriors. You must know it yourself.

Also, do you still have any memories of the previous attack in Ruiyang?"

Several people nodded quickly.

"These cult warriors have recently begun to operate in Nanjiang. The main reason I came back this time is to take on some such tasks and clean up the cult warriors.

But there were other things at school, and it took a long time, which delayed things, so I gave up for the time being.

When you go out, be careful.

However, Jiangcheng is the provincial capital, and several masters are in charge, so the probability of appearing in Jiangcheng is low..."

Wu Zhihao said hurriedly: "What about Yangcheng?"

Yangcheng is not big, just a county-level city, there are not many warriors, and its strength is weak.

If something happens in Yangcheng, it will affect their families.

"Yangcheng... I will go back to Yangcheng first this time to talk to Admiral Bai. If there is a situation, I will handle it.

If I can't handle it, you can go to Brother Wang."

Everyone felt much relieved when they heard that Fang Ping was going back and that Wang Jinyang was also from Yangcheng.

Two warriors from the actual combat faction, one of whom has entered the middle level, is not weaker than the average prefecture-level city admiral, and can solve some problems without any problem.

…

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Ping and others dispersed.

"It's a pity that I didn't drive out..."

Fang Ping walked towards the station, feeling a little helpless.

This time when we went out, everyone drove a business car, and the car was driven back by Fu Changding and others.

Fang Ping also bought a car himself. He asked Li Chengze to buy it last time, but he didn't drive it this time.

Now I have to take a bus home.

…

Jiangcheng Bus Station.

Fang Ping didn't go to the train station, which was troublesome, and he also had weapons with him that needed to be checked, unlike the bus station, which rarely checked at this time.

After buying the ticket, there was still some time before driving, so Fang Ping was not in a hurry to get on the bus.

I stood next to the car and looked around. There was a lot of people at Jiangcheng Bus Station and it was quite lively.

But almost all of them are ordinary people, warriors have a high status, and few of them ride in cars.

Fang Ping didn't drive either, so he chose to take a car.

Fang Ping glanced around and sighed slightly. If there was no threat from the cave, such a life would be happy enough for ordinary people.

But when I think about it, once the entrance to the cave appears in Nanjiang in the future... will these people still be like this?

Every time the entrance to the cave appears, it will cause a catastrophe.

Natural disasters are inevitable. Once there is a loophole in the defense, it will be a huge trouble.

In recent years, it is not uncommon for cave creatures to enter the surface world, and sometimes there are some fish that slip through the net and are not cleared up immediately.

As a result, these cave creatures killed people they encountered, causing murders.

This kind of creature will usually be killed in the end and treated as mentally ill or otherwise. However, dead people will not be resurrected.

With these thoughts in his mind, Fang Ping became slightly distracted.

This distraction caused Fang Ping's Qi and blood to disperse unconsciously, and he didn't care. The intensity of Qi and blood dissipation depends on his own control.

I can't control it, and it doesn't matter if I spread it out a little bit.

It is normal for low-level warriors to be unable to control the dispersion of Qi and blood.

As a result of this divergence, Fang Ping suddenly twitched his brows and glanced sideways not far away.

"Warrior..."

Fang Ping was slightly suspicious, did he feel wrong?

I looked around again in the direction I just sensed. I just felt that there was a power of blood that exceeded that of ordinary people, but it was not very clear...

"The warriors who ride in cars...are either poor or cultists!"

Fang Ping complained and included himself in the category of poor people. He was indeed quite poor.

After glancing around again, Fang Ping finally cast his eyes on a middle-aged man wearing glasses over there.

He's polite and looks harmless to humans and animals.

"It's not a fun thing!"

Fang Ping suddenly made a definition, no other, just intuition!

Of course, the main reason is lack of coordination...

Yes, it's not very coordinated.

This man stood among a group of ordinary people, but he didn't seem to fit in.

"Martial artists are all like this..."
To be continued...