Wrong, my team members are from daily life

"Hi, meow!"

"Also, over there, don't stay in the store if you don't want to eat!"

Sensing the terrifying murderous intent emanating from Mia's mother, Yasfi left the tavern in shame.

Yasifei sighed with a dejected look on her face: "Ah~ damn Lord God, why do you have to make me do this!"

"Ah, Yasfi-chan~, you're here. I was looking for you."

On the second floor of a small shop, Hermes took off his hat and greeted.

Yasifei stamped her feet in anger: "Do you really have to do this?"

"Don't you think it's interesting? An unexpected encounter. Ah, this is the beginning of a heroic story."

"It's really bad fun."

Yasifei pouted in dissatisfaction and muttered, "Since you are so interested, why don't you be the villain yourself? I won't accept this kind of prank next time."

Hermes raised his face, smiled maliciously, and said, "Of course it's because I want to see Yasfi-chan's expression now."

……

The next day.

A sand boat was slowly approaching in the desert covered with yellow sand.

The carriage was surrounded by more than a dozen sturdy monsters, which were cleaning out the sandworms that emerged from the desert from time to time in an orderly manner.

Next to the sand boat, there was a young man running non-stop. The ground he stepped on was glittering with starlight. He seemed to be using this method to restore his magic power.

Xia Jia has been traveling with the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce for four days, passing through a big country, crossing the desert, and is finally about to arrive at the legendary center of the world, Orario.

The edge of the desert.

The president of the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, Old Mai, got off the carriage, patted Xia Jia's shoulder enthusiastically and said:

"Hahaha, we are all thanks to Captain Xia for helping us along the way. If it weren't for you, I really don't know how I would have dealt with the sandworms on the road."

"And your batch of wine, I think you have seen it, it is very popular in the desert country."

Xia Jia also smiled back: "That's all thanks to you, Old Mai."

Old Mai also complimented: "No, if it weren't for Captain Xia, I wouldn't be able to make so much money. Don't worry, when we get to Orario, you will definitely get a share!"

……

At the edge of the forest, Shaka watched the caravan members carrying the goods.

I kept thinking about the information I had obtained in the past few days:

Old Mac seems to be an okay guy, not a bad person, and he doesn't seem to have any knowledge of certain things, but he is not very familiar with his subordinates and often calls them by the wrong names.

The most reasonable evidence is that the names of the people he used to command all started with "that person".

Some people in the caravan didn't seem to really buy into Old Mac's ideas, and Old Mac wouldn't deliberately try to restrain them...

This is very suspicious.

Is it possible that someone is relying on the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce as a cover to hide his identity in order to achieve his own goals?

"It's time to find a chance to talk to Old Mac alone."

……

The caravan quickly regrouped, changed their means of transportation, and set off in horse-drawn carriages.

Inside the luxurious carriage, there was a long table in the middle, and on both sides of the table were cabinets filled with wine and drinks.

Old Mai took out a bag of peanuts from under the table, tore open the package and poured them onto a delicate plate.

He packed the snacks, held out his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Whatever you want."

Xia Jia sat opposite him, his eyes deep:

"Since we are going to continue to deepen our cooperation, I think there are some things that we should be frank about."

Old Mai ate a peanut, took a sip of wine, took a long breath, and said in a helpless voice:

"Captain Xia, I won't hide it from you. My team did have some problems. Sigh..."

He shook his head, as if he didn't know how to explain.

"Take your time..." Xia Jia straightened his back and spoke in a clear voice, "I have plenty of time."

"Hey." Old Mac took another sip of wine, and then another sip.

His face quickly turned red, and he said under the influence of alcohol: "Just treat the following words as drunken talk. I didn't tell you on purpose."

"You've seen it over the past few days. Many of my guys are not under my control. They are all sand mixed in by other forces. They may be spies or something else, but they all have their own purposes."

"Oh?"

Are you going to exchange your true heart for your true heart? I'd better bring a knife! ... Xia Jia raised his eyebrows and listened carefully.

Old Mac shook his head and continued:

"To be honest, I did make my fortune in the beginning by relying on some unknown guys. You know, if you don't have some strength and influence, you can't run a chamber of commerce when traveling between countries. So, when someone came to me, I didn't refuse and used them to develop the chamber of commerce."

"I also know that they are not legitimate, but I didn't care too much at the time. But, but, I didn't do anything for them. At most, I just transported some goods, of course, they were all normal goods. I didn't care what they wanted to do. I just made money. I kept to myself."

"It's just that, Brother Xia, the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce has gradually grown and I have recruited many trusted subordinates, but I can't get rid of those people anymore."

"Hey……"

Hearing this, Xia Jia took a goblet, filled it with Coke, and clinked glasses with Old Mac.

How should I put it, Old Mac is a bit like the business tycoons of a few years ago. Back then, they were all made with sticks, knives and guns. When you took a train, there would be a bunch of robbers at the station. It was not as peaceful as it is now.

As he gradually became more successful, the group of younger brothers he had recruited before had become powerful. Although they were still using Lao Mai as a cover, they actually no longer relied on him.

It can be said that there are two possible endings for Old Mac now. One is to retreat at the peak of his career and then be hacked to death by his younger brothers. The other is to be pushed to a higher and stronger position by his younger brothers and finally have to become the boss of the gang.

After understanding the whole story, Xia Jia looked at the slightly drunk Old Mac and asked:

"Then why did you tell me? According to you, making money is not your intention anymore."

Old Mai gulped down another bottle of wine, looked at Xia Jia with complicated eyes and said slowly:

"Because you are the leader of the Astralia clan..."

Xia Jia was stunned.

Old Mac went on to say, "You're right. It doesn't matter how I make money now. To be honest, I have several million in savings. This may not be a big deal for an adventurer, but it's enough for an ordinary person to live for a lifetime."

"I want to get rid of those people right now... If they are from the Astraea family, they should be able to help me."

Xia Jia did not promise anything on the spot, and what Lao Mai said was just one-sided...

The convoy staggered towards Orario.

As the sun was about to set, the golden-red light shone through the shade of the trees and spread across the official road.

A figure wearing a pitch-black cloak and with her face completely covered by a red mask stood in the middle of the road. Her shadow was lengthened by the setting sun until the night swallowed up the setting sun, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

The figure disappeared in an instant.

"You are...uh-ah!!" The caravan's entourage had no time to figure out what was going on.

Blood splatters...

This is a massacre...

Chapter 83: Ryu: Ah, Alyse~

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The rapid beating of drums and gongs and wailing sounds were heard in front of the convoy.

The sound of gongs and drums, clang clang clang, stopped abruptly after only two hits.

The faces of the two people sitting in the carriage changed. Xia Jia was sure that the person who reported the news had been killed.

Xia Jia immediately mobilized the monsters lying in ambush in the surrounding area and ordered them to surround this place, while he took Lao Mai out of the car.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Old Mai asked anxiously, pulling a guard whose face was covered in blood.

The guard was terrified, struggling with a look of terror, trying to escape, and kept saying:

"Devil, that's a devil! Kill anyone he sees, kill anyone he sees!"

Xia Jia also frowned slightly. He looked into the distance and saw chaos ahead, with figures running in all directions. He also sensed that the monsters he ordered to surround this place were being defeated at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Trouble!"

Xia Jia held Lao Xia and said calmly: "Now is the time to gather the people you can trust and leave the others alone."

"But."

"Leave the rest to me!"

Although Xia Jia has not yet determined the character of Lao Mai, perhaps he is a deep-water barbed wolf, but not all the people in the caravan are bad. It is easy to see that many of them are ordinary people trying to make a living.

Under Lao Mai's command, these people gathered towards Lao Mai one after another, but most of them chose to flee in all directions.

Xia Jia also observed the situation calmly and tried to calm himself:

First of all, the enemy is very strong, not just ordinary strong, and their target is Lao Mai’s caravan, not me.

Secondly, those guys who looked dishonest obviously did not trust Lao Mai's ability, or they were very familiar with the identity of the visitors and knew that Lao Mai could not protect them.

So what I have to do is to temporarily protect the ordinary employees behind Old Mac, even if there are some who take advantage of the situation. That is something that needs to be investigated later. What I have to do now is to save their lives.

Now I have the Flying Thunder God Kunai and this Immortal Blade, plus space magic. I can definitely assassinate any adventurer by surprise, and if that doesn't work, I can always escape.

But the opponent was just as fast. After just a few quick glances, I could only see an afterimage. It was difficult to seize the opportunity, and running away was the stupidest option.

Those who just scattered and fled are the best example. Judging from the screams coming from around the forest, the outcome will definitely be bad!

Then there is only one choice. I need to hold him back for a few seconds, find a way to talk to him, and then find a way to extract information or persuade him to stop.

Since the attackers' target was the evil party as mentioned by Old Mai, Xia Jia had a vague feeling that such a tactic could be implemented.

Decided on the plan.

Xia Jia clenched the Flying Thunder God Kunai and looked at the surrounding woods nervously.

Russian qing.

The screams and wails around stopped in an instant, as if the giant hand of the god of death was gradually devouring everyone.

Some people were already crying loudly, and some even knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Save me! I don't want to die yet——"

"My wife said I'm pregnant, and I want to go back to attend her full moon party."

"Ahhh - my wife said that too, but I, I haven't been home for two years."

"Well, I haven't been home for a year..."

The crying sounds came one after another, and then stopped abruptly and awkwardly.

"Stop crying." Xia Jia cursed impatiently.

The crying affected his perception.

But the crying still couldn't be stopped, as if they thought that if they cried less now, they would not be able to cry anymore later.

"I said stop crying! I will protect you!"

After these words were spoken, the crying suddenly became much quieter, but there was still some sobbing.

Da da da.

That was the sound of leather boots stepping on dead leaves.

Xia Jia knew that his opponent had dealt with the others and it was finally his turn.

The convoy was very long, stretching for 20 meters, but this 20-meter distance made Xia Jia feel like he was living a year in a day.

He saw the figure wrapped in darkness approaching step by step, and the blood-stained wooden sword in her hand was dripping blood drop by drop.

The only recognizable thing is the eyes that are filled with murderous intent deep under the cloak.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Xia Jia's forehead.