Wu Tie's body mixed in thousands of illusions of wind and sand, easily threw away the group of girls and turned into an alley.

In the alley, the smell of blood is pungent.

Several corpses of gorgeously dressed men were lying on the ground. More than a dozen powerful monks surrounded a middle-aged man with a plump and rich look. One monk pinched the man's neck with one hand and pressed him against the wall. The other hand held a dagger and slowly cut a thin piece of flesh on the man's thigh.

The plump man screamed: "When I sell this goods, I will double the rewards for you... double the additional..."

"You can't blame me. I didn't mean to blame you for your rewards... As long as my batch of goods are taken, I will double your rewards!"

When Wu Tie ran into the alley, he heard the man screaming at the top of his lungs.

More than a dozen monks heard Wu Tie's footsteps and looked back at the same time.

Wu Tie's aura was restrained and there was no magical breath leaking. These monks looked at Wu Tie, and one of them waved his hand: "Brother, have you ever seen him asking for wages?"

Wu Tie stood there for a while, but these monks were too lazy to care about him, and all their attention was on the plump man.

The plump man kept hissing and begging, and he kept promising to increase everyone's rewards, from twice to three times, then four times, five times, six times...

The monk holding the dagger told the plump man straightforwardly that they didn't want any reward. Anyway, the plump man did not pay the reward on time, which was already a breach of contract.

Since they have breached the contract... then they want to fill all the goods the man brought this time.

"Boss Jin, do you want money or die?" The monk holding a dagger looked at the plump man with a smile: "Come on, tell me the order to pick up the goods... Sanliancheng's warehouse is the industry of the Honglian clan. We dare not break in and forcefully take away your goods."

The plump man refused to speak out the order to pick up the goods in the warehouse.

The monk slowly cut a piece of flesh from his thigh.

Wu Tie looked at the corpses of the gorgeously dressed men on the ground, and then looked at the group of people. He asked hesitantly: "Actually, you are killing money, right?"

A monk turned around and waved at Wu Tie impatiently: "Yes, we are trying to kill ourselves. Who made him spend all his money and have no money to eat for his brothers? This matter has nothing to do with you...get out!"

Another monk turned around and shouted at Wu Tieleng: "Brother, no one has ever meddled in Sanlian City. All the people who meddled in other people's business are dead... You won't care about our business, right? Hum?"

Wu Tie was silent for a while, looked at the plump man with a pale face, and then looked at the fierce monks, and finally rushed out.

Several afterimages flashed, and more than a dozen monks were punched in the chest at the same time. Each of them was broken seven or eight ribs, and they spit out blood and flew out.

Wu Tie walked out of the alley with the plump man, threw him to the ground, and turned around and left with great strides.

The plump man was stunned. His eyes rolled, and he stood up and followed Wu Tie with all his steps.

"Sir, are you interested in doing a big deal?"
Chapter completed!