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The driver looked this young man up and down, smacking his lips and carrying a huge canvas bag on his back. Who knew how many years this young man had been covered with patches.

It was the first time an outsider had gone out. He was flabbergasted. This was unforgivable.

"A hundred." The driver laughed and reached for his bag.

"It's too expensive. Can it be cheaper?" The man backed away, shielding his bag with his hand, as if he was afraid someone might steal it.

"There are no more cars at this time. This price is already considered cheap. Why don't you ask the others how much they paid?" the driver said. A simple and honest smile.

The man was in disbelief. He looked at the chauffeur leaning against the car and asked, "Big brother, how much money would it cost to go to Green Spirit Mountain Village?"

The driver shook his head, not bothering to say anything.

The driver of the Hyundai said, "Two hundred dollars, no offer."

"Why are you so expensive?" The man didn't understand.

"F * ck, if you ride on the Mercedes-Benz, you might need five hundred yuan." the man said.

The man stopped talking. His face was slightly flushed.

"Let's go. Take your car." Men can go back to eating grass from their nests.

"One hundred and fifty." the driver said.

"Didn't we agree on a hundred just now?" The man was slightly surprised.

"It was just a moment ago. Now it is. I won't go for a hundred dollars. " The driver still had a smile on his face.

The man looked very anxious. After circling around twice, he finally hardened his heart and said, "Let's go."

The car slowly drove out of the train station and accelerated. The scenery on both sides of the road quickly retreated.

"Bro, what are you doing?" the driver asked.

"Nothing, just a relative." The man said, clearly unwilling to speak the truth.

The driver didn't ask any further. Halfway through, the car suddenly went out, and for some reason, the driver couldn't get it done even after tinkering around for a long time.

"The car is broken. You can go by yourself." the driver said to the man.

"How can I do that?" "We agreed to deliver it to the location." the man said.

The driver didn't mind and said, "Then you just stay here with me. I don't think we'll be able to finish repairing the car anytime soon."

The boy said, "Then hurry him. I can't wait here."

The driver said, "Yes, but you need more money. I'm not paying for this because I have time to wait. "

The man didn't say anything as he leaned against the car in a daze. As time passed, the driver had already fallen asleep while leaning against the car.

The man could no longer wait and said, "Master, please think of a way. I have urgent matters to attend to."

The driver lit a cigarette. "Unless you give me the money," he said, "I'm here on purpose to pay two hundred. It's not a car repair."

The man hardened his heart, took out two hundred yuan and handed it over.

The driver took the money and made a phone call. Fifteen minutes later, a black Hyundai stopped beside him.

A man got out of the car and said, "I've paid the fare."

The driver said, "You were looking for him. He told you to come."

The man looked at the driver, then looked at the man behind him and said, "Are you being unreasonable? How are you going to get my car fees from me for fixing the car?"

The driver smiled and said, "If I don't ask you for it, who will I hire? It'll be a hundred yuan for the fare, hurry up."

"No, I won't take this car. Give me the two hundred yuan." the man said.

"What the f * ck? If you say you don't want to sit, then don't. That's fine too, if you're willing to scram after paying up, then scram." The driver had already put away his smile.

"Give me the money. You still have to give me the money. Hurry up and give me the 200 yuan just now." The man was already out of the car, carrying a torn canvas bag.

"You refused a toast and refused a forfeit." The driver took out an oversized wrench and held it in his hand as he weighed it back and forth.

At this time, the man no longer had his previous honest smile. He put down his canvas bag and sinisterly said, "Since you have lived enough, I will accompany you on your journey."

When the driver saw the man's expression change, he felt that there was something wrong. However, the two of them were afraid that the man would lose weight.

"Why are you wasting your breath on him? Just do it directly." As he spoke, the man pulled a long machete out of the trunk of the car.

The man didn't say anything. He just stared coldly at the two people in front of him. He wasn't the slightest bit flustered.

Shua, the machete flashed with an icy cold light under the starlight and chopped straight towards the man's head.

The man looked at the machete in no hurry. When there was still three inches between the machete and his head, he suddenly raised his hand and used two fingers to catch the machete. He lifted his leg and kicked the man's left leg.

"Ah …" Seeing this scene, the driver with the big wrench in his hand knew that he was done for and quickly turned around to run away.

Unexpectedly, the man had already arrived in front of him. A hand reached out and grabbed his neck. Then, a fist landed on his lower abdomen. It was hard for him to breathe.

The man looked at the two men lying on the ground. He took out a box of cigarettes from the driver's pocket, lit it up, and silently exhaled a mouthful of smoke.

The old hat's appearance could no longer be seen. In its place was an ice-cold killing intent.

The man with the broken leg was screaming on the ground. The man who was smoking looked at him coldly and said, "Do you believe that if you make another noise, I'll kill you?"

The world was silent. Only the chirping of insects could be heard.

After the man finished smoking, he searched the two of them for all the money he had, about two thousand dollars. He put it in his pocket, got in, and said, "Drive. Don't make me impatient."

The chauffeur got up from the ground with a bitter look on his face.

When the carriage entered Green Spirit Mountain Village, it was already close to eight o'clock. The sky had already darkened long ago, and the people in the village had slept relatively early, so there was basically no one to see on the road.

The man was somewhat anxious. He thought to himself, I don't know where my uncle's house is. I should at least find someone to inquire about it.

He looked around him and saw that it was pitch black. The car was driving very slowly and they continued to drive forward for another few dozen meters before they saw a house with lights still burning at the entrance of the village.

He asked the driver to stop the car and walked to the front door. Just as he was about to knock, the door opened and a person walked out.

The one who came out was none other than Zhang Xiaojian. Because he couldn't sleep, he wanted to go out and take a look, but he didn't expect that he would almost bump into a person.

The moment Zhang Xiaojian saw this person's reaction, he knew that this person knew martial arts, and that this person was not an ordinary person. Although he tried his best to conceal it, he was still unable to conceal his energy and spirit.

What was this person doing in the middle of the night? Could it be Peter's men?

As Zhang Xiaojian thought of this, his dantian began to gather Inner Qi, and a layer of faint yellow light started to form on his fingers.

The man also felt something was amiss. He leapt five meters away and looked at Zhang Xiaojian with squinted eyes.