Chapter 217

After being kicked out of Qizhen Pavilion by Bei Qiao, his accomplice got up from the ground in a daze: "..."

Someone who was still kneeling said: "Look, what did I say? He who knows the current situation is a hero, don't you understand?"

The hustle and bustle of people flying out of the Rare Treasure Pavilion was very exciting. The natives nearby stopped to watch after noticing it. Those who were too close to the scene hid in nearby shops, using the doors as shields to peek outside.

"This only shows that he is good at fighting, it doesn't mean anything else!" The accomplice tried to get up from the ground but failed, so he simply lay on the ground and started cursing at the former.

Watching the two men arguing heatedly, Bei Qiao looked thoughtfully at the entrance to the auction house. Sure enough, just as the two men were arguing passionately, a sneaky figure was sneaking into the venue. Unfortunately, there were still people guarding the entrance, so he failed to make it.

It's the same old thing again... Manager Wang said this was a common occurrence. It had been even worse when business was booming. When faced with all sorts of nefarious individuals, there were bound to be mistakes, and it wasn't unheard of for someone to take advantage of them. Compared to before, this little trick of feinting to the east and attacking in the west was simply too easy, requiring little thought to handle.

Yes, a chain attack. The person trying to sneak into the venue wasn't the main force. Most of the thieves had already sneaked into other places and were now attacking the warehouse. It had to be said that the temptation of cultivating immortals was so great that it was enough to make people take such risks.

"Manager, the people over there said that the situation has been brought under control." In order to prevent thieves from taking advantage of the lack of information to mislead the public and escape, Qizhen Pavilion has a guy who is specifically responsible for reporting the news. He is not tall but has nimble legs and feet, and his speed is only slightly slower than that of Qinggong.

"I see. Did they tell me how these people got in?" It would have been fine if it was just one or two people, but ten people got into the warehouse area at the back. Is the gatekeeper blind today?

"They were all brought in through the side door, saying they were doing odd jobs. The longest-time worker had been there for two months..." Seeing the manager's face suddenly turn sour, the errand boy swallowed and spoke involuntarily in a lower voice: Someone is going to be in trouble!

Oh, is this retribution?... The clerk in charge of Bei Qiao looked at Bei Qiao, then at the manager. Because of the previous conflict between the two parties, some of the clerks had run outside the store. She and Bei Qiao were a little inside and couldn't evacuate in time, but they were lucky not to be affected.

The thieves weren't NPCs with a fixed attack range who could only stand still and attack. When faced with a powerful enemy they couldn't break through, they knew how to shift positions. Of the ten people who had infiltrated the warehouse, four had been taken down by now. The remaining six thieves fought and retreated. After leaving through the side door, they didn't retreat. Instead, they feinted their weapons and headed straight for the main entrance. They joined the three who had made a feint to the east and attacked from the west, launching an attack on the venue. Suddenly, a group of masked men emerged from the crowd to join them.

"Stop them!" The manager wasn't worried. The gate to the venue was made of cast iron, thick and heavy, and needed a mechanism to open properly. Let alone these dozen people, even if there were twice as many, it would take at least an hour to attack them... "Quickly, stop that guy!" Bastard! Who leaked the location of the venue's vents?

"Brother?" In the meeting hall, the little girl who vaguely heard the noise looked towards the door.

"Be quiet." The young man pressed his sister into his arms and wrapped her in his cloak.

The thief saw that his intention was discovered, so he quickly retreated and started a guerrilla war in the house. The other thieves did not know what this man's actions meant, nor did they have any sympathy for his companions, but after their attack on the door was blocked, they also retreated and ran around in the house.

Bei Qiao glanced at the nearby window, then at the clerk beside him, then stood up and prepared to lead his men out through the window. The thief, noticing the well-dressed Bei Qiao and the clerk's forced composure, charged forward with his machete raised, attempting to hold the customer hostage and threaten the manager, even if only to briefly divert his attention.

The clerk, very professionally, didn't scream. Instead, he grabbed the chair Bei Qiao had just vacated and dragged it over to the two of them. He looked around and finally pulled out the hairpin that was wrapped around his bun. The Treasure Pavilion was filled with valuable items, and the tables and chairs were made of precious wood. In their haste, they couldn't find anything suitable to use as a weapon.

It seems a bit disadvantageous to fight with a soft sword... Bei Qiao, who missed the iron halberd, passed his right hand across his waist, and finally rolled up his sleeves, ready to use the hidden sword to deal with it first.

"Kill!" Suddenly, a group of well-trained martial artists burst through the window next to Bei Qiao, weapons drawn, joining the fray. Under the watchful eyes of the steward, they easily knocked several thieves to the ground. The last two men who jumped in didn't join the fray, but instead stood to the left and right of Bei Qiao, swords drawn, like loyal guards.

While putting the hairpin back, the clerk was secretly surprised: It turns out that this customer has an unusual background!

Bei Qiao was a little confused: "What are you doing..." Just pose if you want, why are you blocking others' way?

These people did not answer Bei Qiao's question. Those who were standing continued to stand, and those who were beating continued to beat, until all the thieves were captured. Then they sheathed their swords, clasped their fists and said goodbye to Bei Qiao: "I'm leaving!"

Bei Qiao frowned. "Whose subordinates are you?" Qiao family? Qin family? It wasn't that she underestimated herself. Of these two large families, the only one who could possibly mobilize so many people to help her was probably Qin Huan. But if it were her, there was no way she would have held back until now.

The group of people didn't answer, but just put on an unfathomable expression, and then left in a well-trained manner. Bei Qiao was left alone, looking at the window with a puzzled look on his face, watching these people leave: If you don't want to answer, then forget it, but why didn't you leave through the door?

"Boss, why don't we go through the door?"

"Go back and think about it yourself!" How can I tell you that I was so excited while acting that I forgot to go through the door. Just guess it yourself!

The thieves, beaten to the point of being unable to resist, were dragged from the house to the street one after another by the Qizhen Pavilion's thugs. Meanwhile, the summoned constables arrived and, for easier transportation, they also dragged a prison van from the government office. Upon arrival, they discovered that the vans were insufficient. Even more bizarrely, among the large group of thieves, there was someone they knew tied up. "Isn't this Little Fatty's aunt? Why is she here too?" Although this woman was a snob, she probably didn't have the guts to target her own employer.

"She takes people for odd jobs as a middleman, and as a result, she let several thieves in today, all of whom were working outside the warehouse." The gatekeeper was somewhat related to one of the constables. He gestured on the spot and lowered his voice to reveal the news to her: "Don't walk too fast when you go in. The manager is almost furious. You will get sprayed if you get too close." This sentence means literally. The manager has a bad temper and will spit when he speaks when he is emotional. If you get too close during the conversation, you will have an unpleasant experience.

"Oh...thank you!" If I really got sprayed, I would feel devastated just thinking about it.

"Thank you for your generosity. I am Yin Qian, the owner of Qizhen Pavilion." After dealing with the thief, Yin, who had appeased the distinguished guests at the venue, came to thank Bei Qiao and arranged a private room for her so that she could participate in the auction that almost failed to take place.

"You're too kind, boss. Actually, I don't know these things..." Bei Qiao waved his hand.

"I understand!" Yin Qian enthusiastically took Bei Qiao's hand, smiling meaningfully: "I understand!"

What did the shopkeeper understand? Oh, this guy is playing it safe, right? I get it too… The shop assistants cleaning the Treasure Pavilion all showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

So, are you trying to create a powerful persona for me and pretend that I'm related to such a person... Bei Qiao raised an eyebrow and looked at Shopkeeper Yin. After a moment of silence, he said, "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way."

They're just a bunch of black-clad men who know martial arts. Just shout on the forum and you'll find a bunch of actors with their own costumes and acting skills. If you pay them enough, they'll even create a sect out of thin air and let you be the leader, and appoint your own protectors. As for the group of martial artists mentioned earlier, I've already said I don't know them. It's their business to imagine them. I'm not responsible for any doubts.

Bei Qiao: So, who are these people? I haven't found any posts on the forum describing similar situations before.

In reality, the identities of the brave warriors who appeared earlier weren't complex; it was entirely the personal interest of a certain sect leader. Having previously encountered a situation where she had nowhere else to turn, she returned to the sect after training and ascended to the rank of leader. She would lead a team of brave warriors every month, training her disciples along the way. Incidentally, she was one of the ones who stood in front of Bei Qiao without making a move.

As for who will be in charge of the sect, that's up to the poor deputy sect leader. Of course, the sect leader will still go back to take charge, because she is the sect's highest fighting force and cannot be away from her post for a long time.

"Master, what do you think of this person?"

"He's a good person. If you run into danger outside in the future, you can pay him for help as a last resort." The sect leader's history of bravery was, to some extent, a precursor to friendship. In the process, she and her disciples met many people and witnessed many things, some of which laid the foundation for future friendships. However, sometimes people's hearts are fickle, and the circumstances of the time can't be relied upon as a reliable guide.

"Spend money?" Asking for help actually costs money?

"Just because he is a good person doesn't mean he will always be a good person." He is kind-hearted, but also cold-hearted and not easily moved.