Chapter 180

"Damn it," I blurted out, "Are you an idiot!"This man full of hair said in a mocking tone: "Damn, are you stupid!"I am speechless, I hurriedly went to see how a mole is doing.Seeing her, I let out a b...>

When Qianlong heard this, he burst into laughter and ordered someone to give him a pure gold rice bowl. With this golden rice bowl, it was an imperial decree to beg for food. Whether it was a prince or nobleman, or even a local wealthy person, no one dared to refuse his request for food.

At the same time, when his great-grandfather saw the true dragon, he felt fortunate to have been born three times. In his later years, he passed down a family motto, that his descendants from the Liu family could only be beggars in the future.

Having learned about his background from the beggar's mouth, I couldn't help but sigh. No wonder a beggar could be so skilled in martial arts and yet possess so much wealth.

Originally, he was from a prestigious family. After being bestowed with a golden bowl by the emperor, he became the King of Beggars.

He pushed his wheelchair by himself and coughed twice.

The beggar squinted his eyes and saw us, immediately becoming alert.

"It's Wang Xiangshen! Gave me a fright, you guys came faster than I expected," he said, then glanced at Douyazi and Zhao Xuanyan and asked who these two kids were.

"Let me introduce, Mr. Liu. These two are our new team members."

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"Oh" Liu the beggar sized up Dou Yazai and said, "Where are that girl and her brother"

He looked grim and said, "This is why we came to see Lord Liu. I'm in a wheelchair because of the Long Spring Society's revenge. Xiaohong and Sundao are now missing."

The beggar Liu put away his enamel mug for begging, and said with a gloomy face: "Looks like Little Braid is still alive. Those people have come out. The coastal areas are weak points for the Chun's influence. You ran there and got caught up. It seems things are more complicated than I thought."

After a moment's pause, the beggar Liu extended his hand and said, "Xian Sheng ah, as an old friend, I give you two pieces of advice on your matter."

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First, I'll find someone to lead the way and ask what Changchun really wants from you.

I'm not afraid of Changchun, they wouldn't dare to do anything to me. You can stay in Handan, I can protect you temporarily, no problem. But if you want to solve this from the root, it ultimately depends on your team.

At best, I can only be a middleman.

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Second, one path leads to ruin. Choose to fight Changchun to the bitter end. Changchun is no longer the Changchun of fifty years ago. Most of those who left in 1988 are still alive. Joining them for warmth would be better than fighting alone.

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Having heard the beggar Liu's words, he nodded at me.

I looked at the beggar Liu and bowed, saying: "To Lord Liu, Xiao Zihou is a treacherous person who has repeatedly harassed our team. After what happened to Hong Jie, there is no possibility of reconciliation between us and the Changchun Society."

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So, we chose the second path.

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"I, Xiang Yunfeng, am young and weak, but our line of work is the most profitable. By joining that group's power, we can provide financial support to ensure our own safety."

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"Haha," the beggar, Liu Dajiao, laughed. "Good! You guys are just like timely rain for Song Jiang."

Those people are also short of money now, and I promised to introduce you guys.

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At this time, the head tried asking: "Sir Liu, I guess among those who left in 1988, there was someone surnamed Zhao, right"

The beggar Liu nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, I am Zhao Qingwan, the 31st descendant of the famous martial artist Zhao Kan."

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Seeing the head of this beggar, Liu waved his hand excitedly and said: "Besides the descendants of the martial arts champion, there are many other people. As long as these people speak up to guarantee your safety."

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Even those old geezers in the Changchun Society wouldn't dare touch you. robbers encountered this, they would almost certainly have to take a detour. No trick, including using a grappling hook or any other tool, would work. Even masters who were skilled at discerning the...