"See it? This is the map I bought at the auction. Who should I give it to?" The injured person asked again, which was equivalent to intensifying the conflict. The conflict, which had just cooled down, continued to be argued again.
"Of course it's me!"
"I have contributed the most and have made the greatest contribution. Who else is qualified besides me?"
"You're talking nonsense! I slashed him three times, so where's your credit?"
"Ahem!" The injured man couldn't help coughing and suggested, "How about this, I'll throw the map into the air, and whoever grabs it gets it."
"If you dare, you must hand it over to me."
"If you don't give it to me, I'll destroy you."
"Choose who to give it to, and don't use your eyes as a vent."
The injured person ignored it and threw it out.
A group of people jumped up and grabbed it.
A picture was grabbed by four people, each holding a corner. They pulled it with all their strength, and it split into four pieces with a "swish" sound.
"Damn it, Zhang Wanqian, hand over the one you have."
"Give it to your grandma, why?"
"Oh no! Lang Zining has run off with a quarter of the map. We can't let him get away. He has a master behind him. If he goes back, we'll never get it back."
"Damn it, take yours first."
It's a mess, a complete mess. People are saying all kinds of things and coming up with all kinds of ideas.
At this moment, eight or nine people scattered, some grabbed what they needed to grab, some chased what they needed to chase, and some took action.
The injured person slowly got up and walked to the side.
Once the map was handed over, it lost its value and no one paid attention to it anymore.
"etc!"
Qin Wushuang appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of the injured person.
"You came here for the map too, right? You're late, so I gave it to them early."
"Hand over the real map, and I won't make things difficult for you." Qin Wushuang said firmly.
"Little brother, you got off the car, right? You should have seen everything that happened just now very clearly."
"Haha." Qin Wushuang smiled coldly, confident, "You can fool others, but you can't fool me."
"When you took out the map, your eyes sparkled with a glint of cunning."
"He first touched his left chest to make sure the map was still on him, then he pulled out a piece of sheepskin on his right side. As expected, he threw the fake one out, causing chaos and waiting for an opportunity to leave."
"The real map is still with you, on the left." Qin Wushuang analyzed it layer by layer and pointed it out accurately.
He dared to say this because he was sure of himself. Qin Wushuang never did anything that would contradict himself.
What are you doing sitting in the car doing nothing? Qin Wushuang kept an eye on the injured man, taking in every move and every look.
He is the core. Isn't it redundant for a person holding a map and staring at others?
"Little brother, everything I said is true. If you don't believe me, search me." The injured man was frank and stretched out his arms, allowing them to be searched.
"In that case, I won't be polite." Qin Wushuang confirmed his guess and strode forward.
He came in front of him, stretched out a hand, touched his chest, and moved to the left.
At this moment, a dagger slipped into the injured man's hand and pierced Qin Wushuang's heart without stopping.
If Qin Wushuang was stabbed like this, he would definitely die, as the attack was on his fatal spot, his lifeline.
How could Qin Wushuang allow himself to be assassinated without any defense? If he was not careful in trying to snatch the treasure from such a cunning person, he would deserve to lose his life.
Qin Wushuang put two fingers together and quickly sealed the opponent's acupuncture points.
The dagger stopped three centimeters away from the heart.
"You...you actually know acupressure." The injured person said in surprise.
Acupoint-pressing martial arts are very rare and have basically been lost. Among ten thousand martial artists, there may not be three or two who understand it, let alone know the word.
Acupressure is too powerful and usually appears in martial arts dramas. Once the acupoints are pressed, one can do whatever he wants. For example, a beautiful girl can have her acupoints sealed and then have sex with her and do whatever she wants.
Ahem, of course you generally can't do that. This is a martial art used in fighting. There's no point in playing with women.
Qin Wushuang ignored him until he got the sheepskin in his hand, then he smiled smugly, "As expected."
"Kid, give the thing back to me. I spent more than ten billion to buy it." The injured man said angrily. The more angry he was, the more it proved that the thing was real.
"The treasures of the world belong to those who are capable. Even if you spend money, it may not be yours. Just consider it a lesson." Qin Wushuang said this without any hesitation.
"Brother, you should have a bottom line and be moral. If you behave like this, aren't you afraid of being despised?"
"No one else is afraid of me, so why should I be afraid? Besides, you just wanted to kill me, have you forgotten it so quickly?" Qin Wushuang reminded.
"Will I attack you if you don't search me?" the injured person argued. Who would be willing to give away something worth tens of billions for nothing?
It's not just the loss of money, more importantly, it's the things in the tomb of the number one master.
"No matter what the reason, anyone who attacks me deserves to die, but I'm in a good mood today and don't intend to kill anyone." Qin Wushuang flipped his palm, and a silver needle appeared between his palm and fingers, stabbing towards the other person's head.
This guy is too smart. He can make the people who are chasing him fall apart with just a few words. He must not be allowed to remember his appearance to avoid any unnecessary trouble.
Qin Wushuang did this to erase his memory.
Erase your own shadow in his life.
After doing all this, Qin Wushuang slashed the other person's neck with a knife, and he immediately fell unconscious.
When I woke up, I no longer remembered what happened tonight, no matter how hard I scratched my head or pulled out all my hair.
When I got home, Dongfang Mingyue was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She was wearing a thin pink pajamas, with her long hair draped over her shoulders. There was a bag of potato chips next to her, which she put into her mouth from time to time.
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