I, disguised as a white dragon, was supported by the state.

"Old Liang, are you in trouble?"

Seeing the menacing look on his face, Liang Shangwu pretended to be calm and said in Daxia language, "Old Liu, these guys stole my wallet. Call the police for me."

"Are thieves in London really this rampant now?" Liu Sheng asked, looking at the group.

Seeing that the group moved their feet, seemingly trying to surround him, he turned to Liang Shangwu and said, "I really didn't expect to run into you here!"

Liang Shangwu thought to himself, "When did this guy become so reckless?"

The two used to be colleagues and had a good relationship.

Liu Sheng studies archaeological excavations from the pre-Qin period, while he focuses on the study of dinosaur fossils.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land should have made him happy, but how did this guy end up getting involved so directly?

These guys are clearly taking advantage of the thick fog and the fact that the police aren't paying attention to them, trying to turn theft into robbery.

As he expected, the burly man turned to Liu Sheng and said, "Your friend owes us money. Are you going to pay it back for him now?"

To Liang Shangwu's astonishment, while the other party was speaking, Liu Sheng looked to the other side as if listening to something, then nodded inexplicably, and then grabbed the tall, strong man.

He was thin and shorter than the tall, strong man.

This sudden action left Liang Shangwu stunned.

To his even greater shock, Liu Sheng actually grabbed the tall, muscular man by the collar and pulled him in front of him.

"What are you doing!" the tall, muscular man roared in anger.

He reached out to attack, but Liu Sheng lightly pressed his left hand down.

Liang Shangwu rubbed his eyes, feeling that he might be seeing things.

When did Professor Liu, who used to be out of breath after running 400 meters at the school's staff sports meet, become so amazing?

Liu Sheng casually pulled off the dark pendant hanging around the other person's neck and asked, "Where did you steal it from?"

"Give it back to me! I bought it, you robber!" The tall, muscular man reached out to snatch it.

This time, Liu Sheng didn't hold back. With a gentle twist of his left hand, he bent the other's arm at a 90-degree angle.

He learned the "Dragon Fist" from Zhang Yu and practiced it every morning and evening, developing a physique far beyond that of ordinary people.

Dealing with a foreign thug with a muscular build like this was a piece of cake for him.

Liang Shangwu was dumbfounded.

"Speak!" Liu Sheng stared at the tall, muscular man. "Where did you steal it from?"

He added, "This is your last chance!"

The tall, strong man was in excruciating pain and instinctively wanted to deny it, but then he saw his companions standing motionless like wooden statues, and a chill suddenly ran down his spine.

He shuddered, realizing that his injured arm didn't hurt as much anymore.

This is witchcraft from the East!

He had even imagined himself being turned into a little frog.

"It's Sir Charles!" he shouted. "I got it from Sir Charles!"

"Who is Sir Charles?" Liu Sheng asked.

Before Gao Zhuangnan could speak, Liang Shangwu said, "Sir Charles? I know him!"

In his field of vision, Liu Sheng stared blankly to the side, then nodded to him and said, "Take me to him."

……

Chapter 109 The Old Nobleman and His Origins

The thick fog still lingers in the streets of London.

Liang Shangwu was as excited as a child, constantly chattering and asking questions.

"Old Liu, when did you become so strong?"

"Why did those people suddenly freeze? Could it be hypnosis?"

"Holy crap, how did you do that? I didn't even see it!"

Professor Liang, who always maintains a composed demeanor in public, suddenly started swearing.

The shock this old colleague brought him was so great that he still feels like he's in a dream.

That strong man had his arm broken so casually by him.

What he found even more unbelievable was the situation with the others. He hadn't even seen them make a move, yet they remained motionless as if their pressure points had been struck, leaving him feeling somewhat surreal.

Liu Sheng shook his head and said, "Let's talk about this later. First, let's talk about Sir Charles. What exactly is his identity?"

He looked at the dark pendant in his hand as he spoke.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have come here, and he wouldn't have run into this old colleague.

Liang Shangwu's curiosity was almost overflowing, but he knew he wouldn't get any answers now.

He composed himself and explained, "Sir Charles is an old nobleman from Ying, a hereditary viscount, who has a passion for antiquities. The Jurassic dinosaur fossil that I excavated in Africa with my international team a few years ago was ultimately bought by him for his private collection..."

After mentioning the other person's preferences, he continued, "Their family is very wealthy, but their health is not very good. I heard from the English scientist I worked with back then that few people in their family live past forty. By the way, he is thirty-eight years old this year."

The keywords "rich" and "short-lived" came to mind.

He looked at the dark pendant in his hand, wondering if the two were related.

After Liang Shangwu finished speaking, he asked Liu Sheng, "Why did you suddenly come here?"

"I came with the boss to handle some things," Liu Sheng said.

“Zhang Yu?” Liang Shangwu said. “I’ve heard of him. Where is he?”

“He’s the big boss,” Liu Sheng emphasized.

Liang Shangwu seemed to understand something: "Is it a leader from above?"

Liu Sheng looked up, glanced at the document, and nodded.

"Where is your big boss? Didn't he come out with you?" Liang Shangwu asked curiously.

Liu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's everywhere."

Liang Shangwu was amused by his words: "Why don't you say your leader is a god?"

"Mm." Liu Sheng nodded.

"You rascal!" Liang Shangwu said helplessly.

He felt that his former colleague had become mysterious. Just a few days ago, this guy had asked him about the dinosaur fossil excavation sites and whether anything else had been found. He had even carefully sent him some information, but now he was keeping things from him.

Thinking of this, Liang Shangwu's tone became somewhat resentful: "It's only been a short time since we last met, and you're already speaking in such an official tone!"

Liu Sheng chuckled dryly, about to offer an explanation, when Liang Shangwu said, "We've arrived."

He turned his head and followed the other person's gaze, and saw a narrow doorway on the side of the road.

The wooden door has an ordinary design and seems to be quite old; there is no doorbell installed on it.

“These old nobles are quite nostalgic,” Liang Shangwu said. “They can just knock on the door.”

He knocked on the door repeatedly, and it opened quickly from the inside.

A man who looked to be in his fifties, with his hair neatly styled, wearing a tuxedo and a headset, stood ramrod straight inside the door.

"Welcome, two guests from the East. Do you have an appointment?" the man asked calmly, with a polite smile on his face.

“We found something that Sir Charles lost and brought it over specifically,” Liang Shangwu said.

"Sorry, Sir is still resting. Please make an appointment if you need anything." The man took out a gold-embossed business card. "You can make an appointment by scanning the QR code or by calling the number on this card."

Liang Shangwu was about to speak when Liu Sheng handed him the dark pendant, saying, "This is what we got from some thieves. Give it to your lord; he'll be interested."

The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Please wait a moment."

He tilted his head, gave a few instructions to the collar area, and soon a maid came over, carrying a tray and taking the pendant away.

A moment later, a voice came through the man's earpiece.

His expression turned slightly solemn, and his smile became more genuine. He gestured and said, "Honored guest, please follow me."

As he led the way, he said, "I am the knight's butler..."

Led by him, the group walked through the corridor and into the reception room.

A thin man with gray hair was already waiting there.

He was wearing a black suit, leaning on a cane, and his expression looked meticulous.

His loose skin and sunken eye sockets made him look older than the butler.

The butler explained that this was Sir Charles, the owner of the place.

After he introduced them, Sir Charles smiled and said, "Welcome to our two friends from the East..."

After offering a formal welcome, he invited the group to take their seats.

The maids had quickly laid out tablecloths and placed drinks, fruit, and a cluster of fragrant roses on the small table.

Liang Shangwu winked at Liu Sheng, as if to say, "Look how refined this nobleman is."

Liu Sheng secretly rolled his eyes, expressing his disdain for such formalities.

Sir Charles sat down with the woman's help, handed her his cane, and gestured for the others to step aside.

He behaved politely, with a reserved and gentle smile on his face.

But Liu Sheng always felt that this guy was hypocritical, and his eyes and actions revealed arrogance.

Such as this moment.

Sir Charles had barely sat down when he pointed to the black pendant on the table and got straight to the point: “This piece of jewelry was bought by my father at an auction house for a large sum of money, but he passed away not long after. Every time I see it, I think of my father, so I gave it to a friend. I never expected it to end up in your hands.”

“Thank you for your kindness, but I think it’s fate that you two received it,” he said, pushing the dark pendant forward. “Please accept it, my friends!”

Liang Shangwu was taken aback.

He looked at the pendant on the table.

It is about the size of a baby's palm, and like obsidian, it reflects a bright and dazzling light under the lamp. It is inlaid with gold around its edges, and it looks very valuable.

A sudden surge of greed arose in Liang Shangwu's heart.

Just as he tentatively reached out his hand, he suddenly heard a loud "smack".

It was Liu Sheng who slammed his hand on the table.

"Nonsense! You still won't tell the truth?" he shouted sternly.

Liang Shangwu was startled by his rebuke and became more sober.

As he looked on in astonishment, he suddenly heard Sir Charles in front of him exclaim in disbelief, "You...you know?"

Liu Sheng glanced to the side for two seconds, then stared at Sir Charles without saying a word.

Before I knew it, the fog had filled the room.

Charles looked into Liu Sheng's calm gaze and suddenly felt a little afraid to look him in the eye.

He had just looked down when he noticed that the water glass the butler had brought him not long ago was now empty.

In his memory, none of them drank a drop of water from beginning to end!

To Liang Shangwu's astonishment, Sir Charles suddenly knelt down on the ground.

"Honorable guest from the East, please, please help me!" His eyes were red and his face was full of pleading, all traces of his earlier elegance were gone.

Liang Shangwu turned to look at Liu Sheng, only to see that his expression remained unchanged. He simply nodded and said, "Tell me about its origin."

Sir Charles didn't dare to get up, but said with a pained expression, "It was something my ancestors obtained by chance. It contains a demon's curse. Everyone who sees it will be trapped in it, and like me, their health will deteriorate day by day..."

"I made a huge decision to get rid of it, but it always finds a way to come back to me..."

He clutched his hair in anguish, looked up, and pleaded, "Please, great guest from the East, take it away, destroy it! I'll give you lots and lots of money..."

Seeing that he was becoming increasingly incoherent, Liang Shangwu's expression grew even stranger.

He suddenly remembered the fleeting thought of greed in his mind, and his face immediately turned pale with fear.