In the black market, the waiter was obviously new to him. He saw that Murong and Yu were very calm and invited them to the reception hall.

Qin Hanxiao chuckled and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "I thought you still have the power in the black market. Now it seems that you are not very good. You see, they haven't recognized you."

The middle-aged man coughed lightly, rolled his eyes in disgust, and said coldly: "Can you stop saying such brainless words? The person who followed me back then was already thirty or forty years old. After all, he was also a backbone staff in the black market. How could he receive guests here?"

"Haha, master, it seems that you are not very pure and have no desires. How about it? Do you want to come out again?"

"Go to you, I'm so old. You don't want to let me retire and hide in vain. You even asked me to use a sword to use force. I think you, a kid, clearly think I'm long-lasting!"

“Where there, there.”

The master and apprentice chatted calmly, as if they were not buying information. The waiter couldn't help but look up and down in confusion.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been dissatisfied or asked.

But even if the people in the black market are just ordinary receptionists, they are all carefully screened. They have very accurate eyesight and have seen all kinds of people. They can tell at a glance that their identities are extraordinary.

He thought about it, bowed respectfully and asked, "Two distinguished guests, are you here to find someone or buy something?"

Murong Heyu's mouth raised slightly. After all, he was also the senior here, so he naturally had to maintain a friendly attitude.

He smiled and sat on the Grand Master's chair, holding his chin with one hand, exuding the pressure of the superior, and said in a deep voice: "Go and tell the Black Hawk that the King of Hell here is here."

"The King of Hell?"

The waiter recalled this sentence curiously, and looked at his extraordinary aura. For a moment, he seemed to think of something and suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.

"You, are you..."

"Okay, it doesn't matter who I am. Go and bring this sentence to Black Hawk and let him come to see me immediately."

"Yes, I'll go now."

The waiter left in a hurry, and was almost tripped by the door frame because of excitement.

Qin Hanxiao smiled and shook his head, slowly sat on the chair beside him, frowned and looked at the empty hall, and said, "It seems that the business in the black market is not very good today. Do you think this is a good thing?"

Murong Heyu chuckled, looked at the familiar environment around thoughtfully, and the old god said: "You don't need to mess with me. This black market is now your wife's. If you want to know something, just ask her directly, isn't it easier to come?"

"Uh, you're so relaxed. My wife is still angry with me now. If I talk to her, she will definitely not pay attention to me."

"Tsk, I can see that you couple. I guess even the end of the world, neither of you will be separated."

When I heard someone say that the couple was in love, the cold face raised the corners of their mouths proudly, and they were filled with smiles.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed in and headed straight for the man sitting on the Grand Master's chair.

"It turns out that you are here. I thought I heard it wrong. I remember you said that you would not return to the black market if you leave. Are you going to violate the oath you have made today?"

Black Hawk rarely smiled, but he was a little malicious, and the meaning in this statement was obviously not like a welcome one.

As long as it is a person on Dao'er, everyone knows that the King of Hell, who once had a black market, directly wiped out all the traitors at that time with his own strength.

Although his methods were cruel, no one dared to say that he was wrong. Instead, someone gave him a nickname on the Tao, called King of Hell.

This is not a derogatory term, but rather shows Murong Heyu's position in everyone's hearts.

On the Tao, the King of Hell is a good official who is in charge of life and death, but does not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

This is also very consistent with his temperament, so as soon as this nickname comes out, everyone will stand up in awe.

But now, Black Hawk is not nervous or afraid at all, because the man in front of him has another reason why he is admired by everyone, that is, he will not change as long as he has made a vow.

But now, he actually came to the black market. Isn’t this contrary to his promise to leave?

Murong Heyu flattened his mouth and said unhappily: "When did you like meddling in other people's business so much?"

"I'm not meddling in other people's business, I'm just curious."

Qin Hanxiao looked at the dark corridor, and a figure was approaching and said, "You seem to be in business, so let's find a quiet place to talk."

Black Hawk stood up, glanced at the person who was walking, immediately put away his smile, and returned to his serious expression.

"Well, come with me, let's go to the back hall to talk."

The three of them walked slowly out of the hall and walked towards the separate confidential space behind.

I saw that these were small rooms in rows, specially provided for guests who needed separate services.

However, it seems that the business is not very good today. The black market has been in the middle of the night before I received such a customer, and the whole corridor is very quiet.

Murong Heyu couldn't help but frown and asked with some concern: "Black Hawk, is the business in the black market bad now? Why don't there be even a person?"

"Oh, the black market here, I have been closed for several days to serve Mr. Bai, so many people don't know that the black market has opened. To be honest, you are lucky. If you came yesterday, there would be no one in the black market."

Black Hawk put his finger on the fingerprint at the door and clicked, and the door of the small black room opened and made a gesture of asking for help.

Qin Hanxiao and Murong Heyu walked in slowly, as if they were walking into their own door, and sat casually on the sofa.

"Haha, your black market decoration is not professional at all. Why do you make it look like a KTV private room? The light is so dark, can't you find a light bulb that lights up?"

With a click, Black Hawk pressed the switch at the door, and the light above his head immediately turned bright.

"Mr. Qin, isn't your golden cicada escaping too quickly? I thought you would have to come back next month."

"Ha, I will come back whenever I want. Do you think the Murong family can trap me?"

"Well, then, no one can trap Mr. Qin. You can calculate so well. Even if the person is not there, I really admire you. But I think your wife should be someone you can never calculate. Do you know who she caught this time?"

Qin Hanxiao smiled indifferently, took out two bottles of mountain spring water from the cabinet next to him, threw it to Murong Heyu, and said calmly: "How can't you calculate it? She is my wife, much smarter than me, and she is also very brave. She is very careful. As long as she sees a place of doubt, she will want to find the answer."
Chapter completed!