Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 332 I am the Great Lord Muchen

"Shopkeeper Liu, the 'instantly permeated the whole city' Liu Wei?"

He Songling certainly knew about Xiaozhan. Although its power was not huge, its tentacles seemed to be everywhere. One of the future Ten Lords was the owner of Xiaozhan. In this era, he also demonstrated unimaginable intelligence capabilities.

Old Zhong was able to directly contact the local forces on Ri Island in a precarious situation and deliver the intelligence to the Tang Clan. It can be said that this played an extremely important role in the subsequent life-and-death battle at the Toutian Cave.

However, He Songling has never had any need for intelligence in the thirty years since he traveled to this world, because he himself has a God's perspective and does not do any delicate work such as assassination, and has never bought intelligence from anyone.

Moreover, Xiaozhan was not a spiritual sect. They were just there to gather intelligence and practice some skills. Therefore, in the past thirty years or so, He Songling had never dealt with the people from Xiaozhan.

Why did it suddenly appear today?

"Mr. He may not know that Wuxi City is an important site for our inn, and many of our industries are located here."

As if he had seen through He Songling's doubts, the bald man spoke. He seemed to want to smile to show his friendliness, but under the double lock of He Songling's Qimen Bureau and mortar, the smile became a forced smile.

The bald man kept cursing in his heart, who said He Songling was easy to deal with? Damn it, I have to ask Liu to give me ten years of extra wages as a bonus, otherwise I will throw him over to face He Songling's gun.

"Oh..." He Songling dragged out the sound, and then looked at the bald man in front of him with ill intentions, "Local snakes, so because your industry is threatened, you become the running dogs of the devils, is that the truth?"

“No, no, no!” The bald man’s voice changed in a hurry, and his hands almost left afterimages:
"We have no intention of surrendering to the devils. Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of a country. Although we are weak, we also want to do our part. The shopkeeper means that since Mr. He is fighting the devils in Wuxi, although we are not talented, we can help with intelligence, so we will help."

"Is that so?" He Songling glanced at the bald man and said, "I have already killed everyone, and you just came out, saying that you have information. Is this how your inn works?"

"No, well, we have to root out the problem. We have found out everything about their biochemical experimental base, weapons depot, route map, plan, and the time for the arrival of foreign aid."

Under the threat of the mortar, the bald man spoke faster than the crosstalk performer that He Songling had heard under the overpass in Beijing. "We have limited strength, so we can only give this information to Mr. He and ask him to come and wipe out the bandits."

"Oh..." He Songling pondered for a moment, "That makes sense. We are all contributing to the country, so it's okay for me to go. What's your name?"

"My surname is Mu, Mu Chen."

"Mu Chen?"

Upon hearing this, He Songling retreated two hundred meters away like a ghost. His whole body turned pale, and his Qi was rising. He seemed to be transforming into a complete Qi state. He stared at the bald man in front of him with a vigilant look on his face.

"With your looks, can you be Mu Chen? From the Mu Territory of the Northern Spirit Realm?"

Although he said he didn't believe it, the Qi light kept flashing, and in an instant three heavy cannons were summoned out, with the muzzles pointed at the bald man. And his hands did not stop, still continuing to summon.

If this is really the Great Lord, even if he just traveled from the Great Thousand Worlds to the world under One Person for some reason and has not yet achieved the Lord Realm, it is terrifying enough. Not to mention the Lord Realm, even in the lowest level of the Three Heavens Realm, the Rongtian Realm, can shatter a mountain with one blow. This power is so powerful that even the fat man and the little boy nine years later do not have this ability.

"Ah? What Northern Spirit Realm? I can't go there. I'm from the Mu family... My family can't even be considered a Mu family. It's just a small family of three or five people."

The bald man was covered by He Songling's Qimen Bureau and pointed at by the heavy mortar. He felt as if his body fell into an ice cellar, not to mention that He Songling was firing at full power, playing all his cards, and pointing the triple magic, numerology and heavy artillery at him.

I can't stand. I can't stand at all.

Fortunately, this man was a real character. He couldn't stand, so he simply sat down on the ground. His lips were trembling, but he still controlled his muscles with great willpower and spoke complete words.

"My family was also in turmoil during the Qing Dynasty's bandit rebellion and was almost wiped out, which was very similar to your experience in your early years. Fortunately, the previous manager of the inn rescued my family. My eldest brother worked in the inn for 20 years, and now I am here to take over.

Fortunately, I did a good job and had a good relationship with Manager Liu. In the future, my son may continue to gather intelligence in the inn and make a living. Mr. He, I almost recited the family tree to you. Can you believe me? If you point these guys at me, I am really scared of being torn to pieces. If it takes longer, I will be scared to death. "

"..."

He Songling thought that he dared not let down his guard, but in fact he had already let down his guard. Because if this person was really from the Great Thousand World, according to the morality of that fantasy world, he should not waste time talking to him, but directly capture him or kill him directly.

Now that he can take the initiative to show weakness, it means that even if this person is really from the fantasy world, at least because of the rules of the world, his strength has been compressed to a very insignificant level, so he will bow to an "ant" like himself.

He put away the two cannons. Even if he could only fire three cannons at a limited time, it was still very strenuous for him to move three or four five-ton heavy cannons in a row.

What's more important is that this thing is not very convenient to hit people face to face. Before, he dared to use heavy artillery to bombard people at a short distance because he was confident that he could trap them, but now it's hard to say.

So the heavy artillery was replaced with heavy machine guns.

"What... is your name? Did Liu Wei really ask you to come to me?"

"It's absolutely true. My last name is Mu, and I'm not some famous person, warlord, or otherworldly figure. Is there any need to pretend to be that? Besides, my image is so conspicuous."

The bald man patted his own bald head and said, "Mu means shepherding sheep, and Chen means sinking. If you go out and ask around, everyone in Wuxi knows me. I am Manager Liu's best confidant."

The bald guy didn't know why his name caused such a big reaction from He Songling. I'm the one that the cannons and machine guns are pointing at, so what the hell are you afraid of?
"Sinking is like sinking..." He Songling finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be a misunderstanding. "Are you sure it's not the dust?"

"How can I call you the wrong name that my father gave me?" Mu Chen's face turned green, half because he was scared by the gun and half because he was angry. "Even if I make up a fake name, why should I make up a homophone? Can I change my last name?"

(End of this chapter)