obviously!
The Zhenlinglong Group planned a big operation this time.
Ye Lan was not fished out by the three elixirs, so they immediately changed their minds and forced him to show up through the Zhao family.
And this plan is quite secretive.
Neither Sikong Tiantian nor Yan Feifei received the message.
However, there was one problem that Ye Lan still didn't understand.
Why doesn't the Zhenlinglong Group know that pure Yang body can relieve cold poison?
Could it be that the reason why they hunted him was not because of his physical constitution?
What happened twelve years ago? What was the reason?
Under the nourishment of pure Yang Qi, Zhao Xiaoya's body quickly recovered.
However, she was still asleep.
After some fiddling, Ye Lan found the secret room left by Zhao Xiaoyang, placed her in place, and went straight to the freight market outside the Third Ring Road.
Beichen Freight Market.
It was very prosperous in the early years, but as the city expanded northward, it has now been abandoned.
The iron gate has long been rusted, and the original parking space is overgrown with weeds.
Broken cargo boxes were scattered on the ground, and the neat facade signs had collapsed.
Ye Lan wore a cap and a mask and climbed in from the nearby wall.
He did not deliberately hide his aura.
Therefore, after just a few steps after entering, there was a sharp shout from behind.
"who?"
Ye Lan turned around and his pupils suddenly shrank.
It was the middle-aged man with a crew cut who was at the auction just now.
Although Ye Lan had dressed up, he still recognized her at a glance.
"It's you?"
The middle-aged man's face darkened and he cursed, "Who asked you to come?"
"You guys!" Ye Lan said, taking out the note from his pocket.
"You didn't tell that old antique from the Zhao family?"
Ye Lan calmly shook his head.
"idiot!"
The middle-aged man cursed fiercely.
He thought the person in front of him was just an ordinary auctioneer.
But the person in the plan didn't show up.
Ye Lan's eyes were tiny, and he resisted the urge to kill, "Why did you do this?"
The middle-aged man did not answer, but glared at him, "Follow me!"
The two walked through the abandoned freight market one after another, walked to a small building, and went straight to the third floor.
The door opens.
Ye Lan's pupils shrank suddenly.
In the dark room, there were more than a dozen people standing densely packed.
Beside every window, there is a killer with a sniper rifle.
This is the tallest building in the entire freight market. Standing in front of the window is enough to monitor the entire freight market.
The bald old man sitting on the chair slowly raised his head and asked doubtfully: "Long 90, who is he?"
The middle-aged man with a flat head spat angrily and cursed: "A sentimental trash auctioneer, he didn't even give the note to the Zhao family!"
The bald old man frowned, "So, the plan failed?"
"Nonsense!" Long 90 said impatiently.
"Long 90, you made this plan, but it hasn't achieved any results now!"
"Huang, do you think it's my turn to make irresponsible remarks?"
"Long 90, we are an equal cooperative relationship, as Mr. Long 8 said!"
Long 90 snorted coldly, turned his head and ignored it.
At this moment, the bald old man looked at Ye Lan and said calmly: "Are you the auctioneer of the Zhao family?"
Ye Lan hummed noncommittally.
The old man nodded and raised his head arrogantly, "Kneel down and declare your allegiance to my Huang family. I can make you the general manager of the auction in the future."
"Not interested!" Ye Lan shook his head indifferently.
The purpose of his coming here is to investigate the plan of the Zhenlinglong Group.
Now it seems that the Zhenlinglong Group has reached a cooperation agreement with the Huang family by some unknown means.
"Old Man Huang, what are you talking about? Since the plan has failed, why don't we kill him first!" Long 90 said disdainfully, lighting a cigarette.
A trace of disdain flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said: "The Zhao family is now strictly guarded. We need a dog to find the way!"
Long 90 blew out a smoke ring and turned his head away.
At this moment, Ye Lan spoke.
"Who injured Xiaoya?"
"Xiaoya?" The bald old man smiled faintly, "It seems that you like that little bitch of the Zhao family! Kneel down and be loyal, and when the time comes, I can make the decision to give her to you!"
Long 90 was unhappy and interjected: "Old man Huang, are you looking for death? I have already booked that girl. Who doesn't know that I like that green smell?"
The bald old man almost died of anger.
This stupid killer can't even act on occasion.
He deserves to be a low-ranking killer for the rest of his life!
At this point, he could only say with a straight face: "This is what Mr. Long Ba told me!"
Long 90 seemed angry. He smashed the cigarette butt hard on the ground, stood up and was about to take action.
Ye Lan's indifferent voice came again.
"I asked, who did it today?"
Both of them were stunned, and Long 90 sneered: "What's the matter? Do you want to avenge your sweetheart?"
"I just don't know. Will your heart be broken when you see her enjoying herself under me in the future?"
After saying that, he burst into laughter.
The bald old man had a gloomy look on his face, and he wanted to slap him in the face.
However, when he thought that the other party was a killer organization in the cultivation world, he could only hold back.
What's more, whether the Huang family can go further depends entirely on their faces.
At this point, he could only give in.
"Young man, I'll give you another chance. Do you want to die or live?"
Ye Lan smiled faintly, dragged a chair and sat down, "I will give you another chance. Who did it tonight?"
"Hey, you are so crazy! What? Do you want to show off?" Long 90 said with a smile.
The bald old man had a dark face and sighed: "Maybe he's scared!"
He still wants to recruit the young man in front of him to be a traitor.
"Afraid?" Long 90 frowned.
"Boy, you have to take care of yourself. When I ravage that little girl, it will be so boring without an audience!"
After saying that, his eyes sparkled and he grinned crazily.
"I ask again, who did it!" Ye Lan repeated.
Under the dim light, bloodshot eyes had slowly crawled into his eyes.
"Damn it, I hate you the most. Kneel down!"
Long 90's face was full of anger, he stepped forward and slapped him down hard.
"Snapped!"
A loud slap sounded, but the perpetrator covered his cheek, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The bald old man reacted immediately, pointed at him and stammered: "You are... you are..."
Ye Lan glanced at him indifferently and suddenly grabbed Long 90's neck.
"Who did it?"
"It's just me..." The originally arrogant Long 90 was like a little chicken, struggling desperately for help.
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the bald old man, and he gestured towards the killers around him.
The next second, gunshots rang out!
Three seconds later, the gunfire stopped suddenly.
The bald old man looked at the corpses everywhere in horror. His whole body was trembling and he was speechless.
"I ask one last time, who did it?"
Ye Lan walked forward slowly and asked word by word.
He was still holding Long 90 in his hand, but at this moment, the killer's body was covered in blood holes, his eyes were wide open, and he was dead.
"Long 8...it's Mr. Long 8, he said..."
The bald old man was horrified and wanted to tell all the information, but Ye Lan's mind was filled with destruction at the moment. How could he have the patience to listen?
His arm reached out and squeezed hard.
The shining bald head collapsed with a click.
In an instant, Ye Lan was the only living person left in the room.
