The next day.

Black Feather Grill.

"Didi, Di!"

Xia Feng sat at his desk and picked up the phone, and a male voice immediately came from the phone.

"Hello, I'm looking for Lord Xia Feng."

"I am."

"Oh, hello Lord Xia Feng, I'm here for the Imperial Council, I wonder if you've returned from traveling abroad."

Xia Feng's tone was full of impatience.

"I'm back."

"Okay, that's right, you have been absent from the regular meeting of the Yuan Council before, and there will be a meeting in Lentinium in four days, so please be sure to come this time."

"Oh, depending on my mood, hang up."

"Wait."

The staff on the other end of the phone was in a quandary.

"Lord Xia Feng, I really hope you can come this time, you are different from other council members."

"Different? What's the difference, oh, you're trying to say I'm infected, right? ”

"This.... I didn't mean that, I meant to say..... Princess Verin has specially ordered you to come to this meeting, which is to discuss something important. ”

"Got it, hung up."

Hanging up the phone, Xia Feng picked up the Shenyue Knife on the table and stood up.

"Red Knife, let's go."

Red Knife leaned against the doorway and opened his eyes.

"Aren't you going to that meeting?"

"No, no."

Xia Feng wrapped the scarf around his neck, and walked out of the door with a gloomy face with the Shenyue Knife.

"The snow in front of my house hasn't been cleared yet, I don't have time to care about the Yuan Council, the identity of a nobleman is just a family, and Lao Tzu's job is a gangster."

....

....

Three days later.

A van entered Casimir's border and drove along the border to a small town in the west of Casimir.

There were a total of five people in the car, including Xia Feng, as well as Red Knife and the Three Wolf Brothers.

According to the information found by the rats, the group of mercenaries has not left Casimir for some reason, whether it is self-confidence or other reasons, and it seems that they are planning to wash their hands of gold and retire in this country.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with this choice, Casimir was a vast and sparsely populated country, neither as under imperial rule as Victoria nor as utterly chaotic as Ursas.

As can be seen from the fact that the main means of transportation in this country is horses, the transportation, technology, military, and economy here are not developed, and it is the most suitable for mercenary organizations that have made a lot of money and want to stay away from the battlefield.

But it's a pity that they think that the rat is a soft persimmon, but they don't know that the backer behind him is the master who never suffers.

...

After entering the small town, the van scurried down the street and finally stopped in front of a bar in the backstreet of the western suburbs.

Pushing the car door, Xia Feng walked in directly with the red knife and the three wolf brothers.

The size of this bar is not small, but there are not many customers in the afternoon, only a few tables of customers sitting in the corner.

Obviously, there were a lot of vacant seats in the hall, but Xia Feng still led a few people straight to a corner, pulled out a chair, and sat down at the next table for a group of people.

...

"Boss, serve the wine."

Seeing Xia Feng's fresh face, the seven or eight people at the next table stopped talking and glanced at this side a few times with inexplicable expressions.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a big belly walked over.

"Welcome, what do you want to drink?"

Xia Feng slapped the Shenyue Knife on the table and cocked his legs.

"Two bottles of the most expensive wine, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

The boss had a smiling face.

"Brother, we're in a bar, not a pub, and we only eat some snacks and fruit."

"What's the fruit?"

"There's our Casimir specialty, cantaloupe, and I can make you a fruit bowl."

Xia Feng looked at the group at the next table quietly.

"Your melon, are you ripe?"

The boss was stunned by this sentence, and it was the first time he had seen him drinking in a bar and asked him if he was ripe.

"Brother, I'm not a fruit stand, the fruit bowl is cut to ensure freshness."

Xia Feng didn't pay any attention to the boss, but suddenly stood up, and walked straight to the next table with the Shenyue Knife in his hand.

Standing in front of the table, Xia Feng said with a chuckle.

"Yo, they order this fruit bowl and there is a cantaloupe, I will taste whether this melon is ripe or not."

With that, Xia Feng pulled out a chair that no one was sitting on and sat down on the table.

"Huh!"

Shenyue unsheathed her knife and picked up a piece of cantaloupe from the plate on the table and put it in her mouth.

Xia Feng chewed exaggeratedly a few times.

"Yes, yes, it's cooked."

The air fell silent.

In the next second, seven or eight people on the table moved at the same time, and several source stone guns drawn from their waists were instantly aimed at Xia Feng's head.

"Click, click, click."

The sound of the loading is uniform.

Judging from the lightning speed of drawing guns, and the cold murderous aura that is as real as the substance, it is obvious that this group of people is not an ordinary hooligan gangster, but a professional mercenary who has been through a hundred battles and has wandered on the edge of hell.

....

The Red Knife and the Three Wolf Brothers, who were sitting at their desk, did not move, but sat quietly in their chairs.

A short-haired man closest to Xia Feng had eyes as sharp as a knife, and he pointed at Xia Feng's head with the source stone in his hand, and said in a deep voice.

"Boy, find fault, don't you, want to fight?"

Xia Feng turned a blind eye to the number of source stones pointing at him, and calmly took out a few photos from his trouser pocket that the rat had sent him before.

Looking at the photo and comparing the person in front of him with a gun pointed at him, Xia Feng seemed to have determined something.

"Tear up!"

Tearing the photo to pieces calmly, Xia Feng cocked Erlang's legs.

"Fighting? It's okay, I'm a person who likes to fight the most. ”

Seeing that Xia Feng could be so calm in the face of the source stone gun that was close at a moment's notice, these mercenaries only had two guesses in their hearts.

First, this kid is a ruthless man.

Second, this kid didn't know what the Source Stone Gun was.

Combined with the current state of affairs, the conclusion should be biased in favor of the former.

....

The owner of the bar was overwhelmed by the sudden situation, and the atmosphere of the bar seemed to freeze.

The silence lasted for a long time.

A man in a brown jacket lowered his gun, and as he moved, everyone lowered their muzzles at the same time.

The man, who looked like the boss, narrowed his eyes and stared at Xia Feng.

"Brother, which way is it? I don't know you, we don't seem to have any enmity. ”

Xia Feng grinned.

"Of course there is no hatred, I am here to do business with you."

"What business?"

Xia Feng glanced around at the weapons in these people's hands and their cold eyes.

"Looking at your equipment and professional quality, you should dare to do any business, I'll just say it directly, look for you and sell source stones."

The sensitive thing of the source stone was said directly, and the expressions of the group of mercenaries who had just slowed down became serious again.

"Who are you kid, selling source stones? Do you have one? ”

"Of course I have, 100,000 high-quality finished source stones, can you accept them?"

Hearing Xia Feng's words, the man in the brown jacket furrowed his eyebrows.

"Finished source stones, 100,000 pieces?"

"That's right."

"The price is outrageous, it's not so cheap."

"Heh, don't you dare to take it?"

In the face of this obviously provocative remark, the short-haired man just now raised the source stone gun again.

"Of course I received it, come, show us the goods first."

"No problem."

Xia Feng sat on the chair and bent over.

"Bang!"

The palm of his hand pierced directly into the ground below, and the rubble flew as he pulled out a floor tile with his bare hands.

"Bang dang!"

A broken floor tile was slapped on the table.

"Let's inspect the goods, this is the finished source stone, you see, the condition is good."

The short-haired man closest to him stood up angrily, and the source stone gun in his hand was aimed at Xia Feng's head again.

"How dare you play ....."

"Smack!"

In the next second, this floor tile was slapped on the man's head by Xia Feng, and at the same time, his smiling face was replaced by anger.

"You TM also know that this is not a source stone, I X your uncle's!"