Chapter 2: Five Thunder Strikes

At this moment, Bi Fang, who had been silent all along, interjected: "He can change fate, but he cannot defy the heavens"

I raised my hand: "Report to the government, does our country have a Dragon Group?" I see in novels that the Dragon Group is the most powerful department in our country, filled with many formidable uncles.

Hearing him mention their master, Xiao Li Zi, even someone as dull as I could sense the melancholy in his tone, causing my heart to pause and my mind to wander for a moment

I flipped through the photos and found something resembling a compass, which piqued my curiosity: "Take it? Clearly, it's stealing. I almost misunderstood it as asking us to pick up a package. We do not engage in illegal activities, and besides, why would anyone want to steal a compass?"

Wang Lao Er's temples were bulging with veins: "Shut your mouth, I'll let him tell you himself. All my decades of cultivation have been wasted on you little bastards." As he spoke, he pulled out a Nokia N97 from the pocket of a coat that looked like it was dyed, leaving Bi Fang drooling.

At this time, Yueyue also returned, carrying a large bag of hot pot ingredients and having bought my favorite beef jerky. As soon as she entered, she began to look at this and that, except for me

Little Li suddenly exclaimed: "Not good, we have been played again, let's see what is missing"

Wang Dehai stroked his chin and said, "Indeed, the name of an organization is extremely important. Just look at the special forces, with names like Wolf Fang, Sabre, and Green Beret. How imposing and fierce they are; one can tell they are quite formidable without even seeing them."

Are you suggesting that we work for others? They only need to pay, and we must do whatever they ask?

"Director Wang, are these the few talents you recommended to solve the problem?" The newly arrived entrepreneur from the township, surnamed Chen, organized his thoughts and then greeted Wang Laor Er.

Xiao Lizzi was in a good mood, touching his nose: "Well, if the old man comes, we might still win against him. Let's just take a break. You know what kind of person the old man is; his disciple can't be any worse, right? One cultivates character, the other cultivates the mind; they all lead to the same goal. Would you dare to let him take a fortune-telling for you? However, I am puzzled; how can one cultivate the mind to achieve his kind of virtue?"

As soon as he left, our sharp gazes all turned towards Wang Lao Er

With this question, Wang Dehai and I nodded vigorously, and Xiao Li raised the question we wanted to ask.

Xiao Li raised his head after putting down his English book from the second year of junior high and asked, "Are you an official person?"

Seeing so many people staring at him, the little Chen in Wang Lao Er's mouth was clearly taken aback. He then wiped his face with his hand, adjusted his glasses, straightened his hat, and pulled up his pants

Wang Dehai's eyes glinted with menace: "Damn it, the total value of all my phones over the past few years doesn't even compare to his."

Director Wang? It seems that the gatekeeper has now been renamed the Reception and Communication Department, right? So, Wang Laor Er is still a departmental cadre. However, he doesn't look like a bad guy who would hire a hitman. Could it be that he wants to recruit us to organize a public relations department? Speaking of public relations, I can't help but think of the small advertisements for recruiting male and female public relations staff posted on utility poles, offering a monthly salary of 20,000, with tips calculated separately. Daily payment! Speaking of public relations, I can't help but think of the small advertisements for recruiting male and female public relations staff posted on utility poles, offering a monthly salary of 20,000, with tips calculated separately. Daily payment!

Wang Dehai has no respect whatsoever for this uncle master of his. Since childhood, he and the pale-faced Li Zi have been raised by their master, and given that their master was involved in a car accident, this uncle, who can already be considered a heavenly figure, should have no reason to be unaware of it. Therefore, the two of them have a considerable dislike for this uncle who indirectly caused their master's death. By the way, Li Jieke is a Caucasian, with an unclear nationality. It is said that he was picked up from an orphanage by his master, the Heavenly Sword Master, during his travels, and is rumored to be a genius in Taoist arts. However, apart from having a foreign face, he has completely assimilated into local customs, including the habit of squatting while eating. I really don't know what kind of sect Wang La'er and the others belong to, as there are only two disciples, the two brothers, both taught by the same master. It has not been heard that Wang La'er has any disciples either. Initially, Wang Dehai had hoped for a little junior sister with whom he could have an ambiguous relationship.

Little Li tossed his flowing golden bangs and said, "It's a pity we only have five people; otherwise, it would be much more exciting to summon the Six Divine Spirits together."

I inappropriately interjected: "Then it seems likely, this little Li is daring enough to kill a chicken, and he would have to do it with his eyes closed. What if they ask us to kill someone over there? Wouldn't we then have to compensate them with a deposit? Are you not setting a trap for us to fall into? We really have no money left"

Everyone: "... ..."

We barely had time to react before he took us away. That old rascal has definitely received professional training in deceiving people. Xiaoyue has gone to become a piano teacher; otherwise, she would have dealt with this guy. Wang Laojiu is afraid of Xiaoyue. After all, who can withstand having all their dirty deeds exposed by a mind reader? However, Xiaoyue privately told us that she cannot see through Wang Laojiu; the old man is too formidable. Still, it is good to be able to intimidate him a little.

Xiaoyue has been a natural leader since childhood, and she is now the undisputed leader among us. Therefore, the decisions she makes are rarely challenged; at most, there may be some supplementary opinions. The overall direction and battle plans are always determined by her

Although the loss was not significant, Wang Dehai looked utterly defeated, his face drawn like a donkey's: "Can't you all be a bit more careful? How did you fall for his tricks again? I mean, Master Brother, you have at least received the true teachings from the old man. After all these years of sparring with that old girl, the result can be summed up in two words: complete defeat. Don't you find that tragic?" He vented all his frustration on Xiao Li, as he dared not provoke Bi Fang, couldn't afford to offend me, and was reluctant to upset Xiao Yue. So he could only pick on Xiao Li.

Upon hearing that there was a task to undertake, Bi Fang's enthusiasm soared: "Since this is our first time acting as thieves, shouldn't we establish some kind of organization?"

Profanity, for ordinary people like us, is merely a particle of tone; it is not necessarily intended to be used. For instance, if we were in ancient times, the phrase from "Records of the Grand Historian" that goes "Alas, unfortunate times!" would, in my words, be expressed as "Damn it, unfortunate times!" The meaning conveyed is fundamentally the same.

Wang Laoer also connected the call. As soon as the phone was answered, his expression changed, as if he were an extraordinary master: "Xiao Chen, they have basically agreed. Please come over and explain the matter clearly." After saying this, he hung up the phone, his demeanor resembling that of an unparalleled expert

Xiao Li Zi quietly turned his head and said to Wang Dehai and me: "Look at that person's phone."

We also do not wish to engage in a public dispute with Wang Laoer, as family scandals should not be aired in public. Our issues with him are at most internal conflicts among the people, but if they are exposed, they could escalate into diplomatic issues.

The stout man with the surname Chen scanned us and nodded: "Hello, your task this time is to retrieve an item from a private exhibition of a foreign collector. Here is the item in question; please take a look." As he spoke, he pulled out several photographs from a briefcase tucked under his arm, which was filled with a strong odor, and distributed them to us.

Elder Wang Zhenhua nodded solemnly and said, "That's about right, but once the matter is settled, I must take thirty percent."

After the event, we accounted for one bottle of Jack Daniel's, one pound of flower tea, and several desserts. Fortunately, we diluted the Jack Daniel's with water, the flower tea cost two dollars and fifty cents per pound, and the desserts were homemade

Chen Pangzi took a document out of his wallet: "I am affiliated with the National Intelligence Agency; you may call me Director Chen. I cannot disclose my name or department. Once the matter is resolved, you will receive a reward of 300,000. If you find this acceptable, please call Director Wang. I will take my leave now." Chen Pangzi was tight-lipped, clearly coming from an intelligence background. This was our first encounter with a national public official other than Officer Liu from the local police station. Even Bi Fang removed his headphones and stared intently at Chen Pangzi.

After a few minutes of uncertainty, the doorbell rang, sounding particularly jarring in this quiet and eerie environment

I felt an overwhelming sense of shame as I touched my counterfeit phone, which came preloaded with all the songs of Phoenix Legend.

I am completely confused by what he said; I have never passed history. Bi Fang has already put on his headphones

All of us looked up at the person who walked in. This individual was approximately 1.7 meters tall and weighed around 170 pounds. He wore a baseball cap, a pair of glasses, and was dressed in a light-colored linen suit, carrying a briefcase. At first glance, he resembled a rural entrepreneur coming to the city for business. The most striking feature was his glasses, which were surprisingly similar to mine. At that moment, I thought about stepping on my glasses.

I: "How about calling it 'Five Thunders Striking the Top' for five people?"

Chen Pangzi rolled his eyes: "This item is a national treasure; it originally belongs to the country, but was stolen by tomb raiders. This is a component of a compass, and the other part of this compass is already in our possession. According to our estimates, this compass dates back to between 5,500 and 6,000 years ago. If we can unravel the secrets within, we may be able to transform the legend of Yan and Huang into true history ... " If we can unravel the secrets within, we may be able to transform the legend of Yan and Huang into true history ... "

Wang Dehai was completely unfazed: "If he could tell my fortune, he could change the course of my life. What I resent is why he didn't save the old man..."

I couldn't help but glance at Little Li, and while looking at him, my gaze briefly intersected with Wang Dehai's, which was quite obvious; I still have a strong rapport with him

Chen Pangzi was taken aback, almost unable to suppress his laughter: "You’ve read too many novels; you should ask Director Wang about this matter. Goodbye!" As he spoke, he turned to leave, and I clearly saw the flesh on his cheeks quivering; yes, he was definitely laughing

He chuckled and said: "Look, I am of no use either. This is truly the case; otherwise, why would I have fallen to the point of watching https://mhetushucom.com at the entrance? However, I do know of organizations that handle special events, but the people inside are quite useless, just a bunch of second-rate thugs. I remember that after the matter is settled, I will get a thirty percent share. I need to save some money for my old age; otherwise, when I die, there won't even be anyone to wear mourning clothes for me. Sigh... If only my senior brother were here, he could easily take care of them by himself... I remember that after the matter is settled, I will get a thirty percent share. I need to save some money for my old age; otherwise, when I die, there won't even be anyone to wear mourning clothes for me. Sigh... If only my senior brother were here, he could easily take care of them by himself..." After saying this, he walked out with his hands behind his back, swaying slightly.

The bar had closed early. After sending away the reluctant retired officials, the five of us stared at each other in silence. Bi Fang, who was the most impatient, opened his computer and began taking selfies with the webcam. Xiao Li was diligently studying a second-year English book, as we all said he looked like a British person, so he needed to learn English. In the end, it was just me, the daydreaming prince who could fall asleep even while standing, and Wang Dehai, who fancied himself a creator god, engaging in a psychological battle with Wang Laojiu.

No one is paying attention to me, and the atmosphere is quite strange. Wang Dehai is lying on the sofa, covering his face with a book, pretending to be profound. Bi Fang is sitting on the counter, tossing a purple fireball back and forth with both hands. Xiao Lizzi continues to diligently study his second-year junior high English book.

Xiao Chen, these few tasks are more than enough for you. Even if Wang Lao Er's pretentious demeanor doesn't win an Oscar, securing a Golden Rooster Award shouldn't be too much of a problem

I am completely at a loss: "What are you talking about?"

Of course, I also asked Xiaoyue if she could know what I was thinking. She told me that blood relations have interference and she can only discern whether my mood is good or bad at that moment. However, most of the time, I am in a state of blankness, devoid of joy, anger, or sorrow. She suggested that I might need to see a psychologist, but I firmly believe that I am not ill; being in a daze does not equate to being mentally impaired.

We will take care of this matter. Xiao Yue decisively made the decision without even asking. Xiao Li and the others found her quite difficult to deal with, especially Wang Dehai, who every time tried to surprise Xiao Yue ended up in a tragic situation.

Everyone nodded in agreement, expressing their affirmation of my viewpoint