Tianguanzhi

Chapter 109: Bad Reputation, Robbery, and High Road
Zhu Shao stood up straight and spoke first: "Um, Gu Jianqiu, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"I have something to talk to you about. Um, what are you driving?"

Zhu Shao frowned and pointed at the old pickup truck with peeling paint in front of him.

"There was so much cargo that we rented a pickup truck."

Zhu Shao opened his mouth, swallowed the words of disgust that were about to come out of his mouth, and just said: "After finishing the work here, go to the Old Street Beer House and find a one-eyed man named Fisher, and help me give this thing to him."

He handed Gu Jianqiu a radio.

"and this."

He threw another diamond-shaped silver key to Gu Jianqiu.

"There is another space truck in Area D, which is originally used to unload cargo. You can use it first."

Gu Jianqiu nodded without being polite. Zhu Shao reminded him not to forget his own affairs and then left.

Jin Gaoyin watched Zhu Shao leave, and seeing that there was no one around, she tugged at Gu Jianqiu's sleeve and whispered, "I've heard before that Zhu Shao is from the Zhu family of Taizhou, and his uncle Zhu Shirong is a third-rank commander of the Tianxiong Army. His career prospects are limitless, and maybe in two years, he'll be the leader of an army. Now the chief won't let him get off the plane, so he entrusted it to us. This is a good opportunity, Jianqiu..."

Gu Jianqiu glanced at Jin Gaoyin. Old Jin was indeed a seasoned official who had been immersed in the officialdom for many years and had a first-rate ability to read people's expressions. He immediately laughed and said, "I don't have any other problems. I just like to do good things. There's no harm in asking around."

He coughed dryly and added, "In fact, this Zhu guy just relies on his good family background. If you had his family background, Jianqiu, you don't know who is ordering whom around now."

Gu Jianqiu laughed in silence: "Brother Jin, you think too much."

He put his arm around Lao Jin's shoulder to show affection, then turned around to help unload the goods with Li Dongbao. Lao Jin licked his lips and hurried to help.

After finishing these chores, Gu Jianqiu did not return to the city immediately. He handed the key of the space heavy truck to Lao Jin and asked him and Li Dongbao to return first, while he would return the rented pickup truck later.

There was naturally no reason for Jin and Li to delay, and Gu Jianqiu was not in a hurry to leave either. Instead, he brought the half chain stick he had just bought and came to the welding table in the central area.

Because Solong Gaowa's welding work was only more than half completed, his servants still had the authority to enter the central area, especially Gu Jianqiu. He had been running back and forth between the core welding workbench and the F area in the central area these days, and everyone on the Tianbing machine had already gotten used to it.

Coming to the welding table piled with equipment and materials, he took out the Taishan gloves from his backpack, picked up the stick, and used the high-temperature flame to burn the rust on the surface.

Soon, the originally black stick began to reveal its bright red color, and a mottled and incomplete dragon body became clearer under the flames.

Shaolin Luohan Hall Famous Skill: Panlong Stick.

But only a small half...

The Panlong stick is an old name, which was discontinued a hundred years ago. It is made up of two sections, one long and one short, connected by a chain in the middle. It is considered an unpopular weapon. The stick in front of him was cut into two pieces by a sharp weapon. The piece in Gu Jianqiu's hand is the shorter one, which is only 80 centimeters long. The long piece is naturally missing, perhaps it was recycled.

Judging from the rust marks on the stick, this thing has been in the warehouse for at least 20 to 30 years. If it weren't for the solid material, it would have rusted and become unusable.

When the ablation was almost complete, Gu Jianqiu turned on the cutting wheel, used an engineering ruler to align the center, and split the stick into two again. He cut off another link of the iron chain, melted it with an overheated welding torch, and re-welded it. Soon, a light red double-section short stick was produced again.

The whole process takes no more than half an hour.

Gu Jianqiu took off his Taishan gloves, held the handle of the stick loosely, and made a throwing motion. When the nunchaku fell, he held it with one hand and performed a shooting star chasing the moon move. The remaining dragon on the stick suddenly emitted a scorching red light.

Gu Jianqiu couldn't help but reveal a look of satisfaction.

The material of this Panlong stick should be Taibai bronze with a purity of about 70 to 80%, and it is extremely dense. The part in Gu Jianqiu's hand alone weighs about 15 kilograms.

The Panlong Stick is an old famous weapon that is hundreds of years old. It is a cheap rechargeable weapon. Compared with the current famous power weapons, its lethality is not outstanding, let alone any unique killing moves that echo the high-level martial arts. It is just a weapon made of solid materials, handy and durable.

This is exactly what Gu Jianqiu needs.

He pinned the nunchaku to the bottom of the backpack and secured it with a nylon buckle. He returned to the traction compartment, started the old pickup truck, and set off for the ancient street in the city.

Gu Jianqiu could roughly guess what Zhu Shao was planning. He just wanted to investigate the reason for Qian Shaoqing's disappearance by himself, to find him alive or dead, and to regain his face. Zhu Shao was different from Jiao En. He was from a famous family and was born in the Tianxiong Army stationed on the mother planet. It was normal for him to have some acquaintances in McDonald.

Gu Jianqiu did not comment on his behavior. He also felt a little uneasy about Qian Shaoqing's disappearance, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

There are many legends about treasures in the ancient street of Maharat, but those are just a pile of history from the era of Jin Taihua. Those Taobao shoppers who come here because of its reputation would probably go back disappointed if they saw what the ancient street looks like today.

The pickup truck drove through the sewage, and as soon as Gu Jianqiu got out of the car, he stepped on a used syringe.

"..."

Gu Jianqiu kicked the syringe into the sewer on the side. A rat as big as a fist was moving in the gutter, not seeming to be afraid of people.

The doors of each store were sealed with wooden bars, and the white roller shutters were tightly closed, with lists of unpaid bills and demolition notices posted on them, as well as yellow and black stains and a foul smell.

There were several scantily clad women standing in the glaring sunlight. Their ages could not be seen due to their thick makeup. They were smoking cigarettes out of boredom while boldly looking at Gu Jianqiu.

Both the Begonia people and the Golden Jasmine people have black hair and black eyes, but the curves of their facial features are slightly different, and their mannerisms are also very different. If they look at each other carefully, they can still be recognized.

He waved his hand to reject the woman who was chatting him up in Golden Jasmine slang and walked deeper into the ancient street, hearing some vague insults from behind.

Going deeper, the surrounding street scene became even more dilapidated. The sky darkened. Several slovenly men huddled in the shadows were lying in the corners, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive. Behind the barbed wire, some dishevelled children stared with their black eyes at the large backpack on Gu Jianqiu's back. When Gu Jianqiu's eyes met theirs, they shrank their heads like quails that had been electrocuted.

There were finally a few shops open at the end of the street. Gu Jianqiu looked along the street and finally stopped in front of a rose-style pub. A wind chime was hung on the oak door, which would ring when entering the door. The carpet was covered with a layer of mud, and it was obvious that it had not been cleaned for a long time. There were two lines of mottled letters on the window that were almost indistinguishable. Gu Jianqiu's rose language was not very good, but it was barely recognizable.

Give me coffee to change what I can;

Give me wine to accept what I cannot do.

Gu Jianqiu pushed open the oak door and rang the wind chimes. The drinkers who were standing or chatting loudly in groups of three or four suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on Gu Jianqiu.

"I'm here to find a friend named Fisher, as asked by someone."

"The person you are looking for is not here."

A tall and strong man with long hair who looked like a bartender responded in a hoarse voice with an unfriendly tone.

Gu Jianqiu didn't want to conflict with anyone, so when he saw the drinkers gathered around him, he added, "Zhu Shao asked me to come."

As soon as the name Zhu Shao came out, the air became even quieter. Everyone looked at each other, some moved their lips, as if they wanted to say something, and some looked at something deep inside the table, but they were glared at by the long-haired man and quickly lowered their heads. The tavern fell into a strange silence, and no one drove Gu Jianqiu away again. After a long time, a long sigh came from the room deep inside the table: "Let him in."

The voice was very hoarse, but it was still recognizably a female voice.

Everyone dispersed with their lips pursed. Gu Jianqiu said nothing and opened the door of the inner room. The smell of opium tincture made him frown. Sitting on the sofa next to the stove was a thin rose-born woman wrapped in a blanket. She raised her head, and the tourmaline gem in her left eye sparkled. She looked like a medieval witch.

She used her only intact eye to look Gu Jianqiu up and down. "Are you from the Sequence Army? You don't look like one at all. Are you a servant soldier?"

Gu Jianqiu didn't waste any time. He took out the radio that Zhu Shao gave him and handed it to Fisher.

"My mission is accomplished."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Fisher warned him from behind: "Be careful on your way. The ancient street is not peaceful. I heard that a few servants of the Haitang Army were dumped dead a while ago."

Just as he finished speaking, Gu Jianqiu had already walked out of the beer house. He walked all the way to the entrance of the ancient street. A skinny boy who looked only seven or eight years old ran away when he saw him. Gu Jianqiu turned the corner and was startled. The glass of the pickup truck he rented had been broken. A dozen men with daggers and power arm armors on their waists surrounded the truck, and some were even using cross socket wrenches to remove the truck tires.

The boy ran up to the thugs, tugged at the leader's pants, and pointed his finger in the direction he was coming from. The other man followed the boy's finger and met Gu Jianqiu's gaze. When he saw the large off-road backpack behind Gu Jianqiu, his eyes became fierce. He took out a dagger and took the initiative to meet him. Seeing this, the others immediately surrounded him.

Maybe we should bring a space truck? They wouldn't dare to act so recklessly when they see the Sequence Army's trucks, right?

Gu Jianqiu wasn't sure.

Gu Jianqiu subconsciously pulled out the nunchaku from under his backpack.

Suddenly, his hands glowed brightly red.

By the stove.

Fisher stretched out his skinny arm and turned on the radio. Soon, Zhu Shao's voice came from the radio.

"Fisher? Help me look up information about the Auto Rovers Club. The more detailed the better."

……

an hour ago.

"Aotuxiao?"

"It's the transliteration of the Jilin word for outlaws, a group of desperadoes who drive heavy motorcycles."

Zheng Yuanfu crossed his legs and said to Jiao En on the other end of the phone proudly, "My efficiency is pretty good, right?"

"How dare they rob the Sequence Army?"

Jiao En was a little bit incredulous.

"What's so strange? Those desperadoes took too much drugs and they can do anything if they don't have money. If you don't have any objections, I'm going to ask the sheriff to arrest them. Or do you plan to send someone over?"

Jiao En knocked on the table and asked softly, "How did you find out? Can you confirm whether Qian Shaoqing is still alive? What is his exact location?"

Zheng Yuanfu was startled, then a little unhappy: "Someone found an empty medicine bottle with the Haitang Army logo in the back alley of their lair. I didn't alert them and sent people to monitor them. What do you mean?"

"Please don't worry, Your Highness. But the reason I asked for your help is to find Qian Shaoqing. I want to find him alive or dead. As for the medicine lost in the Tianbing plane, it is not important."

Zheng Yuanfu was silent for a while before asking, "So should I arrest someone now?"

Jiao En said in a deep voice: "You'd better send more military police. Qian Shaoqing was on combat readiness before he lost contact. This matter is not that simple."

Zheng Yuanfu curled his lips and said, "I know."

He hung up the phone in a depressed mood, then suddenly sneered and said to the waitress beside him, "Now I finally know why the Haitang people were defeated on Taibai Ancient Star. How could such a cowardly army possibly defeat the ferocious Jinju people?"

In the control room, Zhu Shao, who had been listening, couldn't help but volunteered: "Captain, let me..."

Before he could finish his words, he met Jiao En's stern gaze and swallowed the rest of his words.

"You should stick to your post now."

Zhu Shao cursed in his heart, but still saluted respectfully and left the control room.

Jiao En was sitting alone on a chair in the control room. He suddenly started rummaging through a heavy document bag. After a long time, he pulled out an old Jin Taihua design layout drawing. He looked at it for a while before he exclaimed.

……

"Ah~~ah~~"

The man showed his mouth full of rotten teeth, hugged his soft knees, and backed away while howling in pain.

The bloody short stick in Gu Jianqiu's right hand naturally drooped down, and the strong man who rushed up to stab him with the knife first was lying on his back at his feet. Half of the man's face collapsed, his eyeballs burst, and he was obviously dead.

The shrill sounds echoed throughout the streets. These people only had the strength to shout because their limbs were broken. Many more people were hit in the heart, with blood gushing out of all their orifices. Some had collapsed sternums, and some had twisted necks. It was obvious that they were all dead.

The electrocardiogram level of these people is average, the highest is only 15 points, and the lowest is only 6 or 7 points, but they are ruthless and the power weapons in their hands are also powerful, at least one level stronger than the weapons of the same specification on the mother planet. If it were an ordinary martial artist who had just started, even if he had 20 electrocardiograms, he would probably still suffer.

The biggest difference between the universe and the mother planet is that violence is everywhere, from small-scale street robberies to large-scale space pirates. The universe has no shortage of desperadoes, but it lacks rules and people who abide by the rules. It is foreseeable that this kind of thing will not be uncommon in Gu Jianqiu's future for a long time.

However, it was beyond Gu Jianqiu's expectation that such a thing would happen in the Mahalat Ancient Street, which had been famous in the past few decades.

He walked past the bandits and headed straight for his truck. The child's legs went weak and he fell to the ground, moving backwards while waving his hands for mercy. Gu Jianqiu's eyebrows were almost frowned together, and he stared at the disheveled boy with a cold look. The sticky blood on his coiled dragon short stick dripped onto the ground, making irregular jagged shapes.

Gu Jianqiu didn't make the move in the end. He was about to jump over the boy when he suddenly noticed several hexagonal red scabies on his neck and chin. If you didn't look closely, you would have thought they were moles.

"..."

Gu Jianqiu took out the canned grains that he had prepared for his own dinner from his backpack, threw them into the boy's arms, opened the damaged door, started the truck, and left Maharat Ancient Street.

It took the boy a long time to calm down. After confirming that Gu Jianqiu had gone far away, he stood up with difficulty, spat viciously in the direction where Gu Jianqiu had left, and without caring about the corpses and groaning people all over the ground, he struggled to pull the pull ring of the can, wolfed down a few bites, then closed the lid and hurriedly ran into the dilapidated residential building.

Even though the accelerator was pressed to the bottom, the pickup truck continued to drive slowly on the bumpy road, and the smashed glass split Gu Jianqiu's face into pieces.

Six-star scabies, a cosmic spirituality confirmed by Doumu Palace, exists in the form of an infectious disease, and people with low heart rate are more susceptible to infection. The cause is unknown, and the number of deaths from this disease on the mother planet has exceeded one million each year. They are brought back to the solar system by the celestial officials who travel through the wormhole...