I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

……

Outside Panjiayuan.

In the old alleyway, the streetlights had poor contact and made a crackling sound, casting mottled light and shadows.

Qin Feng paused slightly as he reached the alley entrance.

In the dim shadows ahead, a few scarlet cigarette butts flickered on and off.

With a series of chaotic footsteps, six or seven figures dispersed, blocking the retreat route.

"Qin Feng! You finally decided to give it up?"

Zhang Qiang emerged from the shadows, half his face swollen like a steamed bun, but that couldn't hide his smug, self-satisfied expression.

He was standing close to a burly, blond man.

"Hey, this is the kid!" Zhang Qiang shouted in a high-pitched voice, his delicate fingers practically jabbing Qin Feng's nose. "He stole my luck and even hit me! If you don't stand up for me, how can I swallow this insult?"

Seeing this commotion, several vendors selling late-night snacks nearby quickly packed up and ran away, afraid of getting into trouble.

Who in this area doesn't know "Mad Dog Yellow Hair"?

That's a truly ruthless character who dares to dismember people.

The blond-haired man spat out the toothpick he was holding in his mouth and tilted his head to look Qin Feng up and down.

He was thin and dressed in clothes that cost less than two hundred yuan, but his eyes were deep and serious.

"So you're the one who messed with my brother?" The blond-haired guy cracked his neck, then waved his hand. "Brothers, teach him a lesson. Cripple both his legs, and he'll remember it."

Five thugs carrying extendable batons grinned menacingly as they surrounded them, their pace quickening.

Qin Feng stood still, hands in his pockets, not even lifting his eyelids.

"superior!"

The wind howled.

A baton whistled through the air and headed straight for Qin Feng's head.

If that force had landed properly, it would have cracked my skull open.

If it were the old Qin Feng, he would probably be lying down by now.

But now.

Instead of retreating, Qin Feng advanced, taking a step forward and plunging into the crowd.

In his mind, the meridian diagram of the Thirteen Ghost Needles lit up, and the 360 ​​acupoints of the human body were like 360 ​​bullseyes in his eyes.

Saving lives is like a needle, killing lives is like a needle.

"Extreme Spring!"

Qin Feng brought two fingers together, moving with lightning speed, and struck the thug wielding the stick under his armpit.

"Awooo—!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, instantly ripped through the night sky.

The thug felt as if half of his body had been electrocuted by a high voltage, instantly going limp. His baton crashed to the ground with a clang, and he collapsed like a rag doll.

"Quchi, Jianjing, Hegu!"

Qin Feng weaved through the shadows of the staff, his movements so fast that they were impossible to see.

Every strike was accompanied by a scream.

In just ten seconds.

Apart from the buzzing of the streetlights, only a muffled wailing could be heard in the alley.

The five thugs who were so arrogant just moments before were now lying sprawled on the ground.

Some huddled together trembling, some had their arms strangely stiff, and some even opened their mouths wide, only to find that they couldn't utter a single note.

Acupressure to stop the pulse!

Qin Feng stood amidst the pile of fallen people, patted non-existent dust off his sleeves, and his gaze fell on the blond-haired man.

The blond-haired man's hand, which was holding the baton, froze in mid-air.

The cigarette butt in his mouth fell onto his pants and burned a hole, but he didn't even feel the pain.

My back was covered in cold sweat.

He's a seasoned veteran; he's seen tough guys before, but he's never seen anything this wicked!

Without any external injuries, and without even seeing much exertion, the person was rendered useless?

Is this some kind of legendary internal martial arts?!

Hitting someone, striking their pressure points, dislocating their tendons and bones?

This is no poor student; he is clearly a hidden master of ancient martial arts!

"Yellow...Yellow-haired guy?"

Zhang Qiang, still oblivious to the situation, was foolishly fanning the flames: "What are you standing there for! Go! Kill him!"

The blond-haired man suddenly shuddered.

This idiot is going to get me killed!

A master of this caliber, let alone five people, even fifty wouldn't be enough to fill a tooth gap for him!

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

Zhang Qiang was spun around three times by the slap, and before he could stop, Huang Mao kicked him to the ground with a powerful kick to the chest.

"Brother...why did you hit me?" Zhang Qiang was completely dumbfounded.

"Hit you? I'll cripple you!"

Yellow Hair kicked him twice more, yelling, "Are you blind?! You dare offend a true god like Master Qin? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Huang Mao was also a ruthless man. He was ruthless when it came to his own people, and every blow was solid, as if he was afraid that Qin Feng would be dissatisfied.

"Master Qin! I was blind to your greatness! This kid tricked me into coming here, saying he was an easy target. I really didn't know he was a true saint like you!"

While beating Zhang Qiang, Huang Mao kept glancing at Qin Feng's expression.

Zhang Qiang was beaten black and blue, but he couldn't bear the mental blow even more.

He was devastated when he saw his older brother beat him up for someone else.

"Waaaah... You've changed! You weren't like this before!"

Zhang Qiang covered his face and let out a shrill wail like a eunuch. He twisted his buttocks and scrambled away into the depths of the alley, looking utterly ridiculous.

Several daring onlookers couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"That's enough," Qin Feng said coldly.

The blond-haired man immediately put on an extremely obsequious smile, pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, and handed it over with both hands: "Master Qin, please have a smoke."

Qin Feng didn't take it, waved his hand, and turned to walk into the night market.

"I know this area like the back of my hand!"

The blond-haired guy was a shrewd fellow. He followed Qin Feng around like a little puppy, acting as a tour guide. "Mr. Qin, what would you like to see? Porcelain? Calligraphy and paintings? I know which shops around here sell the genuine stuff."

Qin Feng ignored him and activated his "Elementary Treasure Appraisal Divine Eye".

My gaze swept over each stall.

[A Republic-era famille rose floral and bird dish, valued at 1500 yuan.]

A string of Qing Dynasty copper coins, in ordinary condition, valued at 800 yuan.

[Modern-styled antique jade pendant, value: 15 yuan.]

It's all garbage.

Or it could be a pittance.

He now only has three chances a day to snag a bargain and gain treasure points.

If you waste money on these things that cost thousands of dollars, when will you ever accumulate 100 points of treasure value?

Qin Feng frowned slightly, somewhat disappointed.

Huang Mao had been observing Qin Feng's expression, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

This gentleman seems to have very high standards; these ordinary items are simply beneath his notice.

As he was walking, Qin Feng stopped in his tracks.

He stopped in front of an inconspicuous miscellaneous goods stall, his gaze falling on a brush washer covered in mud.

[Item: Mid-Qing Dynasty Blue-Glazed Brush Washer]

Condition: Excellent

[Value: 1.6~1.8]

[Vendor's Price: 800]

A leak that's neither too big nor too small.

Although it's only a drop in the bucket when it comes to increasing your aura value, it's good for establishing authority.

Qin Feng pointed to the brush washer and said to the blond-haired man without turning his head, "Go and bargain for that brush washer. You can get it for 800."

The blond-haired man was taken aback: "Huh? That broken bowl?"

"Take this and go to that 'Treasure Pavilion' up ahead. The owner knows its stuff and can offer 18,000." Qin Feng's tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the nice weather tonight. "Consider it a fee for your help leading the way tonight."

The blond-haired man's eyes widened in surprise.

real or fake?

Can it be resold for twenty times the price?

He ran over with some skepticism, bargained hard, and bought it for 800 yuan. Then he ran all the way into Jubaozhai.

Less than three minutes.

The blond-haired man ran out carrying a thick stack of red banknotes, his hands trembling. His gaze toward Qin Feng had changed from fear to fanatical worship.

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible! The shopkeeper immediately gave me 16,000! Master Qin, you're like my own grandfather!"

This time, Huang Mao really wanted to kneel down. This wasn't just a master; he was clearly a walking God of Wealth!

If you follow someone like that, you'll surely take off.

Qin Feng remained indifferent, but sighed inwardly.

If it's just this level of leakage, when will we be able to help Su Qingxue remove the toxins from her face?

"Is this all the stuff you've got at Panjiayuan?"

Qin Feng glanced around the bustling night market, his tone tinged with disappointment, "It's all obviously fake junk, or just loose change."

By now, the blond-haired guy had completely embraced the role of "number one henchman." Sensing his boss's displeasure, he quickly leaned close to his ear, lowered his voice to a whisper, and said mysteriously:

"Mr. Qin, you're an expert. These ordinary, mass-produced goods certainly won't meet your standards."

The blond-haired man looked around and lowered his voice to a whisper:

"Have you... heard of the 'ghost market'?"