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Chapter 117 When you have a hammer, everything looks like a nail

[Operation ends, perfect tactics]

[Node settlement: Fantasy +3]

[Drop extraction in progress...]

[You obtained a seal (purple)]

"Good news, it's purple. Bad news, it helps you survive..." Feng Xue sighed helplessly as he looked at the rapidly growing fantasy dream. He was sure that the orange collection must have overdrawn his luck!
Although he said so, he also understood that this thing cannot be viewed simply in this way. Not to mention that 25 Fantasy Dreams itself is enough to buy two collections, one purple and one white (provided that they exist), first of all, this thing itself also has a certain value.

Just like the bottle of precious white wine mentioned above, it can be exchanged for a large amount of resources in certain occasions. From this perspective, it is worthless, but it can have a seal with a purple rating...

"What the hell! Could this thing be something like the imperial seal of this world?"

Looking at the seal made of high-quality jade, Feng Xue suddenly felt that this thing was not so embarrassing after all. While thinking about taking it out and trying it out when he had the chance, he looked at the next node.

"Another unexpected encounter? Is it the sequel to saving the girl? Or did he get hurt because he was thrown over the wall? That shouldn't be the case. I paid attention to the force, and he should have just fallen flat on his face at most... So, my godfather is going to become my father-in-law?"

All kinds of thoughts popped up in Feng Xue's mind, but he still clicked it honestly. Then, a picture of the emergency room appeared in front of his eyes. The light of "First Aid in Progress" was so dazzling that Feng Xue's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Shit, isn't there a scaffolding or something on the other side of the wall?"

Feng Xue's face turned pale, but he soon realized something was wrong, because the girl was now sitting on the chair next to him. She looked a little older than when she was thrown against the wall before, but now she seemed to be crying. Beside her, her adoptive mother was hugging her and crying together.

"Okay, case solved."

As Feng Xue understood, the belated words appeared before his eyes:

[Your adoptive father was seriously injured due to the betrayal of a traitor in the society. The rival gang Yulong Pavilion took this opportunity to invade the society's business. The people in your society are already in a panic. At this critical moment of life and death, you decide -]

[1. Take over the affairs of the society in the name of the young master, stabilize the situation, and proceed slowly.]

[Second, Dad is already in the hospital, why should we endure it! Kill all the hostile forces, won't the problem be solved?]

[3. Well, this should be a murder, right? Should we call the police?]

Looking at the three options, Feng Xue suddenly laughed. If he really traveled through time and space and became the young leader of a gang, he would probably choose the first one, because he knew very well that fighting and killing would not solve the problem. After all, in the current situation, the leader didn't even have a younger brother to visit him when he was having surgery. Either the gang had been controlled by a traitor, or the struggle had become so intense that no manpower could be spared. In either case, the best way was to be patient for the time being. After all, the old leader was not dead. Wasn't he undergoing surgery?

But now, who is he? Qingyun Baihong who charged into the battle alone! Just kill him!

What? Three?
Are you kidding? You are a gang! Even if you call the police and they come, do you still have to pay taxes and let your gang members go to jail? What happens after that? Can you still do business? Can you still run the gang? Can you still hold your head up when you see gangsters?
Just choose two!

He admitted that playing like this was a bit like being a war maniac, but who would use their brains when they could just rush through! Not to mention that the gold finger only dropped in battles, and if they were unlucky, they would naturally fight as much as they could!

The thought fell, the picture dispersed, and a new line of text emerged -

[You have always believed in not leaving grudges overnight. After your adoptive father's injuries stabilized, you sent your adoptive parents and their family to a safe house, and then led your men to attack the enemy's base camp.]

【A tough battle! 】【A Better Tomorrow】

"Why do I feel that this should be called The Knight's Journey?" As the darkness in front of his eyes dissipated, Feng Xue looked at the office building with the "Yulong Pavilion" sign hanging not far away, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"457th year of the new calendar..."

Feng Xue muttered something that was probably the year of this year, and took out a dagger and a Y32 semi-automatic pistol from his body, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

He was not unfamiliar with the Y32, which was a standard feature of the Qingyun Army. It had a capacity of 14 rounds and used 7.62mm pistol bullets. Together with the two magazines on his body, it held a total of 42 rounds.

"enough."

Feng Xue, feeling that he finally didn't need to use a pencil to type, took a deep breath. The slight hypoxia caused by emptying his lungs made his brain empty instantly. With the subsequent deep breaths, the oxygen that flowed in again made his brain slightly excited. Between this exhalation and inhalation, the basic suggestion of architecture was completed.

A faint light that was not noticeable in broad daylight lingered on his body, and a sunny and cheerful aura replaced the original gloomy and cold look.

Feng Xue’s acting skills are now acceptable, but considering that the enemy forces would definitely recognize him, he still imitated the feeling of a sunny and cheerful boy when he started the attack.

With his hands in his pockets, Feng Xue walked towards the office building with a calm face. The ostentatious plaque that was out of place in the office building was full of nouveau riche temperament. Coupled with the two ferocious-looking men with big tattoos on their arms at the door, the words "not a good person" were almost written on their faces.

Seeing Feng Xue approaching, the guard was obviously deceived by his sunny and cheerful temperament. He immediately raised his eyebrows, leaned forward, and pressed Feng Xue with the shadow of his body. He used this posture, which was commonly used by street thugs and was convenient for exerting a sense of oppression, to put pressure on Feng Xue.

"Kid, look carefully before you go in. This is not something a brat like you should…"

"Oh, sorry, I'm here to do some work today..."

Feng Xue immediately reached his hand into his arms, and just when the other party thought he was going to take out his business card, a cold light suddenly flashed.

"Ahem...huhu..."

A cough with a leaking sound came from his tightly covered throat, but Feng Xue had already easily avoided the man. Before the gangster behind him who was planning to watch the show realized what was happening, he had thrust the blade into his heart.

"Shh!"

He threw the knife casually, and a line of blood immediately appeared on the ground.

Feng Xue sheathed the knife and put it in his pocket, walking into the building as if nothing had happened. He seemed to feel something was wrong, and then turned around and closed the thick door that was carved with dragons and phoenixes and looked quite exaggerated.

"Little devil, dare to come to our Yulong..."

"boom!"

After shooting down the thug who stepped forward to stop him, Feng Xue tore off his sunny and cheerful disguise, locked the door, and cut off the handle. Following the sound of the alarm, he looked at the crowd that was gradually gathering around him, and a bloodthirsty look appeared on his face.

"Should I use up all my bullets before I kill people, or should I kill people to my heart's content before I start shooting? You guys are really giving me a big problem!"

(End of this chapter)