On the streets of the West District.

Su Xing and Big Fatty wore smiling masks and kept waving the fruit in their hands as they walked, without any intention of concealing it.

Behind the four people were the inspector responsible for night patrols and the Qi-training monks guarding the bank.

Although these people saw the actions of Su Xing and the others, they never dared to step forward to stop them due to Su Xing's powerful force.

Not long after, these burned fruit deeds were scattered all over the place.

…

When Su Xing and others set fire to the bank, it was the third watch of the day, but now it was dawn, and the sky was already showing a bit of white fish belly.

As the owner of a fried fish shop on the streets of the West District, Old Man Li wakes up early every day before dawn.

——Although Old Man Li is not a monk and cannot afford ginseng fruit, his son is fortunate enough to become a third-level Qi Refining monk.

So, four generations of their family worked together to borrow some spiritual stones from a bank in the West District and buy a ginseng fruit to live in.

It was precisely because of the ginseng fruit that Old Man Li had to get up early every day just to earn some spiritual coins to reduce his son's burden.

As usual.

Today, Old Man Li is still the first to come to the fried dumpling shop.

But just when he took out the key and was about to open the door of the shop, he saw four people wearing smiling masks and behaving strangely running towards him on the street.

As the four people walked, they kept waving the burned papers.

Some writings can be faintly seen on these papers.

Out of curiosity, Old Man Li picked up a piece of burned paper, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully...

Soon, a look of shock appeared on his face.

Isn't this the fruit deed everyone signed when they bought ginseng fruit? How could these fruit deeds be in the hands of those people?

And it was still burned.

Could it be that....

Old Man Li suddenly remembered the noise coming from the direction of the bank last night. It sounded like there was a fire there.

So, these are the fruit deeds that were burned last night?

The more Old Man Li thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't even take care of business. He couldn't wait to share this happy event with the rest of his family.

At the same time.

Mortals like Old Man Li who picked up burned fruit deeds on the street also showed expressions of excitement or joy.

As time went by, countless people began to rush to tell each other, and the entire West District market was as lively as if it was the Chinese New Year...

…

Shared ginseng fruit area.

Su Xing's residence.

After distributing the fruit deeds in their hands and getting rid of the monks who were following them, Su Xing and his party immediately returned to their residence.

in the house.

Shuai Yi said with a worried look on his face: "Boss, if we do this, the bank will not be able to recover the spiritual stones, and then the inspection department will not be able to pay salaries... Without the inspection department, bandits will not be rampant in the entire Western District.

Bar?"

"rest assured."

Su Xing analyzed: "The money that the bank cannot recover is directly transferred to the hands of mortals and low-level monks, rather than being taken away by us, so you don't need to blame yourself... Furthermore, compared to ginseng fruit, this money

Shang, what the upper echelons of the tree world get is just a drop in the bucket."

"What the boss said makes sense."

Huizhi, who likes to hang out in low-end places, knows the ropes.

He added: "Those ginseng and fruit dealers randomly distribute some spiritual stones, which is enough for the inspection department to pay the salary, so this is not what we have to worry about at all... The question we have to consider now is, what is the existence of this entire Western District?"

No chaos? Are those ginseng fruit merchants still paying attention to us?"

"Don't worry, the West District will be in chaos soon, and those people won't have the energy to notice us."

Su Xing said calmly: "We are still keeping a low profile these days. We will wait and see and let the bullets fly for a while."

"Bullet? What does bullet mean?"

"This is not important..."

…

That afternoon.

After Old Man Li's son came back from the bank, he looked happy.

As soon as he returned to his fried pancake shop, he said with great excitement: "Dad, the bank's deeds were really burned, and not only ours, but also the deeds of other neighbors... The bank was suddenly destroyed.

With so many bad debts, I’m afraid it will be difficult to make up for it again!”

Old Man Li was startled when he heard this, and after a while he said happily: "So, our fruit will no longer need to be returned to the spirit stone in the future?"

"No need to pay it back, Dad! We really don't have to pay it back in the future!" Old Man Li's son was talking, and suddenly burst into tears: "I can finally go back to the happy days before, as long as I don't have to bear the ginseng fruit anymore, even if it's

I am willing to shorten my life by a few years!"

Hearing his son's emotion, Old Man Li also felt uplifted and seemed to have more hope in life.

He looked around, suddenly waved his hand, and said boldly: "Dear guests, my old Fried Fried Rice Shop will not accept spirit coins today, so this breakfast is my treat for everyone!"

As soon as this was said, all the diners cheered and some people congratulated the old man from time to time.

"Congratulations to Lao Li, you finally got through it!"

"Lao Litou is so refreshing. I will come to take care of your business next time!"

Listening to what the neighbors said to each other, Lao Li felt even more comfortable.

He turned his head and said to his wife who was helping in the store: "Old lady, go get the firecrackers from home. Today I am going to set off firecrackers to celebrate!"

"okay!"

At this moment.

Old Man Li was not the only one on the streets of the West District. The other low-level monks and mortals who had borrowed a large number of spiritual stones from the bank and spent their money to buy ginseng fruits also celebrated like a festival.

People rushed to the streets to tell each other, and even the story of Su Xing and others wearing smiling masks and burning the bank was spread on the streets.

By that night, Su Xing and the other two people had been spread by the ordinary people and low-level monks in the West District to be miraculous.

The four were even dubbed the 'Four Warriors'.

There are even more good people who want to imitate the behavior of Su Xing and others. For a time, all the smiling masks on the streets of West District were sold out by these people...

…

The lower west area of ​​the tree boundary.

Inside Wanshou Building.

Shan Yan glanced at everyone present and asked again: "Let me ask again, do you really know nothing about the four thieves who set fire to the bank last night?"

Hearing Shan Yan's question, all the ginseng and fruit merchants lowered their heads, not daring to look at Shan Yan.

Only one of the ginseng fruit merchants had the courage to say: "Sir, all of you here have more or less a certain share in the ginseng fruit market, how can you destroy the Great Wall?"

"snort,"

Shan Yan snorted coldly and said dissatisfied: "There are backup copies of the Guo Deed books in the bank. If they are just ordinary thieves, the most they can do is burn the Guo Deeds in the bank... Then the backup in the secret room

The information is extremely confidential information. If the four thieves are not moles, how can they possibly find it?"

Shan Yan became angrier as he talked, and finally slammed the table and shouted: "Investigate! This matter must be investigated strictly! If the evildoer is not eliminated, our Wanshou Building will never be able to rise again!"

"Lord Shanyan, please calm down."

After Shan Yan calmed down a little, the ginseng and fruit merchant boss bravely said: "Let's not talk about who the four thieves are. The plan for now is to solve the current dilemma first...
Chapter completed!