"Young Gang Leader."
"I've met the young gang leader."
"Young Gang Leader, are you leaving? Aren't you going to stay for a while?"
Compared to the disgraced father and son Lu Ya and Lu Ting, Lu Ming left in a much more grand manner.
Along the way, the gang members who originally turned a blind eye to Lu Ming took the initiative to greet Lu Ming, and Lu Ming responded with a smile, as if he was not a second-generation ancestor, but a highly respected person in the gang...
It wasn't until he and Uncle Ying boarded the carriage and the driver started the carriage that Lu Ming slowly stopped the fake smile on his face.
He suddenly looked at Uncle Ying and said, "Uncle Ying, does he think I'm a little too high-profile?"
Uncle Ying was stunned for a moment, then said truthfully: "It's indeed a bit high-profile..."
After saying that, he glanced at Lu Ming, who was sitting in the carriage, and a softness flashed in his eyes.
"Master, thank you for your hard work..."
"What's the hard work?"
"You have worked so hard to hide your incompetence, and yet you have become so famous at this critical moment. It seems that you, young master, have deep ambitions and high ambitions..."
"Pfft." Uncle Ying's inappropriate flattery made Lu Ming laugh.
He waved his hand.
"There is nothing to hide my clumsiness... I used to be really stupid, and I was really stupid."
After saying that, Lu Ming suddenly snorted coldly: "But the current situation is like this, if you continue to be an idiot and a fool, I'm afraid there will be no scum left to eat."
This is also Lu Ming's original intention to expose the ninth grade strength today!
He has to be high-profile.
It was so high-profile that it attracted the attention of some gang members!
Only in this way can we avoid the hidden attacks of enemies within the gang.
Just imagine, a second-generation ancestor who was nothing died.
Can the concept be the same as that of a sixteen-year-old ninth-level genius who was also the orphan of the gang leader?
Even if it can scare some people and make them a little softer when starting, this is still great.
Lu Ming knows very well that sometimes there are benefits to pretending to be a grandson, but sometimes you have to be so stubborn that you can't even take half a step back.
Because behind, there is a bottomless abyss.
Just then the coachman's voice sounded.
"Master, where should we go next?"
Lu Ming had already planned it.
"black market."
When the word "black market" came out, Uncle Ying was slightly startled.
"Why go to the black market?"
Lu Ming smiled and patted the brocade parcel: "Spend money."
"But if Uncle Ying can answer me a question, we can spend less money."
Yingbo: "What's the problem?"
Lu Ming's expression turned serious: "Why did Lu Ya want to kill me?"
"Besides Lu Ya, who else in the gang wants me dead?"
…
Strictly speaking, Lu Ming asked two questions.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he recalled the scene when he and Lu Ya looked at each other just now.
Lu Ya's deep eyes flashed with piercing and cold murderous intent - without even concealing it!
This made Lu Ming realize something...
The grievances between the two sides are far from being as simple as a conflict between juniors.
The vehicle drove towards the edge of the city, and Uncle Ying in the vehicle spoke: "For the position of leader? Lu Ya has always had ambitions for the position of leader... Maybe it is because of this that you, young master, have become a thorn in his side."
"This is wrong." Lu Ming simply refuted Yingbo's theory.
"I pose no threat to the position of gang leader."
Lu Yao is dead, and the former Lu Ming is still a waste.
Legally speaking, Lu Ming is indeed qualified to inherit the position of gang leader... But Lu Yao is dead. For the benefit of himself and the gang, who will push Lu Ming to the position of gang leader?
Who can?
Who dares?
Who wants to?
The answer is no one...
The original owner of the body, that trash, could not become the second leader of the Sanxiang Gang, and it would be impossible for him to get the support of any normal person!
This has nothing to do with morality, it is just the most basic law of survival at the bottom of the world!
——The wolves will only follow the strongest alpha wolf, not the weak heirs of the old wolf king!
Uncle Ying was not good at analysis, so he could only remain silent at this moment. Instead, Lu Ming kept talking to himself.
"No one has any need to kill me for the sake of being the leader of the gang."
"On the contrary, keeping me alive and treating me well can win over people's hearts and embody morality."
"So those who aspire to be the leader of the gang will not only not kill me, but will take good care of me and provide for me... But the reality is completely contrary to this logic!"
Jade Rakshasa sold him!
Lu Ya wants to kill him too!
Yu Qing couldn't see what it meant, but he obviously wasn't on Lu Ming's side either.
Two of the three hall leaders of the Sanxiang Gang want Lu Ming to die.
This is unreasonable.
Lu Ming suddenly spoke again: "Uncle Ying, do you know Song Laosan?"
Uncle Ying shook his head blankly: "I don't know, old slave."
"Um……"
Lu Ming groaned and stopped asking.
Just folding his arms and tapping his fingers on his elbows.
Until the carriage entered a narrow alley, Lu Ming suddenly said again.
"Uncle Ying, how did my father die?"
Yingbo fell silent for a moment.
After a long time, he shook his head: "I don't know."
"On the night when the master died, Lu Ya rushed to the scene faster than the old slave. He said that the master died of heart disease. The old slave took a vague look and saw that it was true from the master's face..."
"After that, Lu Ya took the master's body away."
"Not poisoned?"
"It seems not."
"There was no sound of fighting either?"
"No……"
"So in this Xuanshui City, is there a great master who can silently kill my father and cause his death to be due to a heart disease?"
"Absolutely nothing."
Lu Ming suddenly closed his eyes.
"That's it..."
…
Where there is light, there is shadow.
The black market is the shadow in a city.
The black market in Xuanshui City is located on a poor street near the south city wall. It belongs to the Sanxiang Gang and is managed by Tianzitang - smuggling and the black market are a perfect match.
The carriage stopped in front of the entrance of the black market. Lu Ming and Uncle Ying got out of the carriage. They hung a piece of black cloth on their faces and walked into the black market in a swaggering manner.
He came to a certain house and knocked on the door. The small door on the door opened, revealing a pair of bright eyes.
The man looked Lu Ming and Uncle Ying up and down, then said in a loud voice: "One tael of silver."
Uncle Ying handed over the money, and the door of the house opened. He walked into the house and soon, in a certain house, a tunnel came into view.
——The black market is open underground in this street.
Like a rat in the gutter, it cannot get on the stage.
Lu Ming is actually not unfamiliar with the black market. The second generation ancestor likes to find excitement, and there are indeed many exciting things in the black market. In addition, this is the territory of the Jade Rakshasa, and there will be people to help out if something goes wrong.
In short, Lu Ming has been here many times.
It's just that before, he came openly and openly, but this time, he had to cover his face with a black cloth and act in a low profile.
Take Yingbo into the black market.
As the field of vision gradually broadened, a relatively spacious and brightly lit underground street soon came into view.
Many people.
There are also many stalls.
Most people hide their faces, which is also the unspoken rule of the black market.
While watching and walking, Lu Ming moved very quickly - he had a clear goal and soon arrived in front of a certain stone house deep in the black market.
Lu Ming nodded slightly as he looked at the three characters "Yu Sha Lou" hanging on the door of the stone house.
"Let me see what you, the famous Yu Sha Lou, are really capable of."
