Just a fake one

Yin Hui was interested. He had only seen antique bargaining on TV before, discussing with his fingers in his sleeves when he was bargaining. It felt very mysterious. Today he was going to try out how he bargained.

He reached in and then felt the cold and harsh hand of the vendor. He was startled at first, and it was like a dead hand, without any trace of popularity.

After exploring for a long time, the small vendor could only take out his palm helplessly and sighed: "Let's do it, 300,000 is 300,000."

Yin Hui shook his head, "Three hundred thousand? I mean 300,000 yuan."

"Brother, you are obviously smashing my place. I won't sell this Yu Ruyi." After that, he snatched Yu Ruyi from his hand, wiped it carefully, and finally took it back into a large iron box beside him.

"Now I'll requisition your Yu Ruyi, we are from the National Security Bureau." Yin Hui asked Conan Doyle to take out the National Security Bureau's work certificate and swayed in front of him.

The small vendor didn't look at it right away: "Tsk, I'm a legal business, and I have everything from business licenses. Even if the emperor comes, I can't confiscate my things casually." These people are different from the small vendors who set up stalls outside. They operate without a license. When they see the police and urban management, they seem to see Yan Luo. With various proofs, these people are even more domineering than the local police and urban management.

"Oh, is that?" Yin Hui smiled faintly, then spoke in a serious tone: "You are disturbing official duties and you will bear the consequences."

Conan Doyle held up his work permit and shook it in front of him, saying domineeringly: "I am a real National Security Bureau work permit, and there is also the seal of Zhongnanhai of the People's Republic of China. You go against our will and are against the government."

"I can see that you are here to smash the situation today. Brother Ming, Brother Hu, Sandao, you all come to come to take over my things. Someone is here to pretend to be the National Security Bureau to requisition my things." The small vendor suddenly shouted, and his voice soared into the sky with a somewhat depressing and dull noise. Soon, three burly men came naked, naked, with complex tattoos on their bodies.

The voice of the antique dealer immediately attracted the attention of many buyers and sellers. Looking at the center curiously, the people around him consciously made a way out, so that the good show would be on the stage soon.

"Haha, there are such beautiful foreign girls in the National Security Bureau. Let me tell you, you are the National Security Bureau, and we are still from the CIA. What's wrong with the second son? Are they going to requisition your antiques just now?"

With three people supporting him, the two men were full of backbone and took out Yu Ruyi from the box: "I'm such a treasure, they invested 30,000 yuan. If I don't sell it, they took out the certificate from the National Security Bureau, saying that they are from the National Security Bureau and want to requisition my Yu Ruyi. What the hell do you think this is a fucking thing."

Erzi handed his hand into his pocket, with an angry expression on his face, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm, signaling slander to the two of them.

"Since you have collected your protection fee, we will naturally protect you. Don't be afraid, I will settle this matter for you." A tall man stood up, pointed at Yin Hui's chest, pushed it hard for a few times, and asked aggressively: "Tell me, boy, are you willing to resolve this matter peacefully or take bullets?"

Yin Hui became interested. He never took these people from all walks of life seriously, and he had been full of contempt for them since he was a child because he was bullied by gangsters when he was a child.

"How to solve peace? How to solve it by eating bullets?" Yin Hui spoke many times stronger than them, and she was obviously provocative.

Conan Doyle saw the situation clearly and knew that if the two sides really suffered a loss, they would definitely be Yin Hui. He immediately grabbed Yin Hui and whispered to him: "Yin Hui, don't worry, let's go first, call the local police and come again, and let's breathe well when the time comes."

"Don't be afraid, I'm there." He knew that Conan Doyle was worried about him, so he advised him.

A simple sentence made Conan Doyle feel extremely warm. Don’t be afraid, I am there.

This sentence is just about Conan Doyle's heart. No matter how powerful she is, even if she is the leader of the incredible group, she is still a woman after all, and needs the protection of a man. Although she is usually strong, she is only worthy of the position of the leader. In fact, she hopes that when she is in danger, she can say this to herself righteously and feels so good that she is protected by others.

She was immersed in the warmth of the words just now and stopped talking. Although she knew in her heart that Yin Hui had a girlfriend, she didn't care. At least at this moment, Yin Hui belonged to her.

"What's wrong with me? How could I fall in love with a married man? Is he really so charming?" Conan Doyle shook his head and smiled bitterly. She couldn't even understand herself.

"What about peaceful resolution? It's very simple. Give us a loss fee and get a gun? Hehe, let us get a plane for you and let you taste the taste of being walked through the back door." The big man's big fist clenched and stuttered, waking Conan Doyle who was intoxicated.

Conan Doyle was a little panicked.

"Brother, I'll leave this kid to you this time. I think that foreign girl is good, so I'll deal with this foreign girl. Haha, I've never played with foreign girls before." A slightly shorter and fat little man walked up behind him, staring at Conan Doyle in a lust, and his saliva was almost flowing down.

"You fucking say it again?" Yin Hui was angry. He did not allow anyone to insult his friends, especially Conan Doyle.

For some reason, he always felt that his relationship with Conan Doyle was more than ordinary friends, just like his sister or sister, but it seemed that it was not appropriate. He couldn't tell what the relationship was now.

"Haha, you kid are you a fucking flower protector." The fat man walked up and didn't know when there was an electric baton in his hand. The crackling sound of electric sparks made people frightened. The people watching on both sides quickly retreated, fearing that the electric baton would hurt them.

"Yin Hun, let's go and call the security guard at the door." Conan Doyle was really scared this time. The strong dragon could not defeat the local snake. As a team leader of the National Security Bureau, she clearly understood the importance of this point, and she also played this point to the fullest, able to bend and stretch. As the saying goes, the prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach.

"Don't worry, I'll handle this." Yin Hui calmed Conan Doyle, then set her eyes on the guy waving the electric baton: "Are you sure you really want to swipe with my friend?"

The short and fat man nodded proudly, thinking that Yin Hui was scared, and nodded in surprise: "Haha, boy, you are scared, but don't worry, if you are willing to cooperate with us obediently, I will not make things difficult for you. Hahahaha." The guy laughed out loud.

Yin Hui smiled faintly.

No one noticed that Yin Hui was holding the Three Realms Treasures in his hand, and he was muttering something in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying. The three guys were all stunned by Yin Hui's strange behavior. Look at me and look at you, and finally the tall and thin man who had never spoken cursed: "Okay, stop praying to God, kowtow to grandpa, I will spare you." After that, the arm like an eagle claw actually grabbed it.

The moment his hand grabbed Yin Hui's clothes, his hair actually floated. His eyes, which had just closed slightly, instantly released endless light, his eyes turned bloody red, and a strange evil wind blew at this time.

Bang.

Yin Hui's right hand stepped forward and directly grabbed his arm and knocked it off. With a scream, the tall and thin man flew 360 degrees and finally fell on the worn copy of the small vendor. The table was torn into pieces with a thunderous sound, and he also spit out a mouthful of blood.

Conan Doyle noticed that the guy's arm was actually broken into three pieces, hanging down from the side.

She felt that Yin Hui's actions and spells were so familiar, and finally muttered in surprise: "Three Realms Treasures?"

Indeed, Yin Hui used the function of summoning the soul of the Three Realms Baochao, and he asked the ancestor to give him temporary power.

As always, there are only three minutes, so he needs a quick battle.

He rushed forward without hesitation, grabbed the arm of the guy who was about to rush up with a flashing electric baton, and lifted it hard, the guy's body soared to five or six meters high, and finally fell to the ground and vomited blood.

In the end, the leading guy turned around and ran away when he saw something was wrong. He seemed to see something, and the people in front of him were not that easy to mess with.

"Hmph, I want to escape." Yin Hui's eyes were blood-bloated and turned into blood-red. He flew up with big steps and kicked heavily on the back of the leading guy.

With a click, the guy's body hit another table heavily. The table flew out, and all the antique porcelain on it fell on him.

The noise attracted the attention of the police and security guards at the door, and rushed up one after another. Looking at the three guys lying on the ground, they immediately looked at Yin Hui and Conan Doyle, and rushed up to arrest them.

Conan Doyle showed the proof of the members of the National Security Bureau. The police and the security guard were stunned. They didn't dare to say a word, but just let go of them and then tortured the three people who fell to the ground.

Yin Hui walked up, opened the iron box from the messy antique fragments, took out Yu Ruyi from it, and then walked to the treacherous antique dealer who had been trembling with fear, and asked, "Young man, now I want to requisition your Yu Ruyi, I don't know if you want it or not."

The young man looked at the three local snakes who had been lying on the ground with a bright bracelet on them, and nodded repeatedly: "If you are willing, take it away. I will give it to you for free."

"Tsk, I don't want it. Let me tell you, we are requisitioning, taking it from the people for the people, and we will return it to you." He mischievously tapped the guy's head with Yu Ruyi, then walked to Conan Doyle, and shook Yu Ruyi in front of her: "Look, we have another large amount of money left to the government."

Conan Doyle looked reproachful for caring: "When is it that he is still showing off." As a result, Yu Ruyi held him in her hand.

Bang.

Three minutes passed, and he also used all the power in his body by using the Three Realms Treasures and fell to the ground all at once, as if a person without bones could not support his body.

"Yin Hun." Conan Doyle shouted in a hurry, then lay on him, trying to help him up, but because of panic, Yu Ruyi in her hand fell to the ground and fell in half.

ah.

The people watching the fun on both sides were stunned for a moment, and then made a sound of regret. Yu Ruyi was broken, but that was 500,000.

An old man with a silver haired look walked up and took the broken Yu Ruyi in his hand and weighed it. Finally, he shook his head and muttered: "It's just a fake, it's just a 40 yuan sold at a stall outside."

When Yin Hui heard this attacking language, he used his last bit of strength to curse: "I'm a sage."
Chapter completed!