Gou became a god or devil after splitting his body

Chapter 82: Activating Hidden Agents

Three days later, in Zhao Wuge's room at [Thunder Martial Arts Hall].

Zhao Wuge walked back and forth in the room with a gloomy expression.

"Today is the last day. If I still can't dedicate my broken head to Master, I'm afraid my life will not be easy in the future."

Zhao Wuge was in a very irritable mood. He originally thought that this matter was very simple. He was just a bone-forging person. So what if he became an official disciple of the [Blood Killing Martial Arts School].

It's not like he hasn't killed before, he has even killed more than one, at least a dozen or twenty, including those in the blood exchange realm.

This time, just in case, he issued a wanted order for Duanliu through four channels, just to avoid any accidents.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident.

People are missing.

According to the news coming from the hidden stake of [Blood Kill Martial Arts School], the last time the target was seen was outside the gate of the martial arts gym, preparing to go out.

Unfortunately, he was stopped by Bai Qianshan, an elite disciple of the [Blood Killing Martial Arts School], and dragged back to the Martial Arts School, where he disappeared from sight ever since.

"It must be this Bai Qianshan who has hidden people. Now we can only start with this Bai Qianshan."

Zhao Wuge naturally inferred such an obvious result based on the information he had received so far.

"Originally I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but now I have no time and can't care so much."

Zhao Wuge looked at the dim sky outside the gate, and finally made up his mind.

"Go and call Chen Ding."

"yes."

The guard outside the door responded immediately, followed by a series of rapid footsteps that gradually disappeared.

After a while, Chen Ding came over.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you are looking for me."

"Well, I came to you because I want to know how many hidden stakes we have in the [Blood Killing Martial Arts Hall]."

"You tell me the truth, I will put them to great use tonight."

Zhao Wuge stared at Chen Ding closely with a serious expression.

"Senior Brother Zhao, it is against the rules to ask this question, but since you have Master's [Thunder Order], you can make an exception."

"As the general person in charge of the hidden stakes of the [Blood Killing Martial Arts Hall], I currently have a total of 8 hidden stakes in my hands. The one with the highest position among them is already an elite disciple of the [Blood Killing Martial Arts Hall]. The most critical position is [ Blood Killing Martial Arts School] Logistics Disciple.”

"As for whether there are more hidden piles, I don't know. That is a top secret that only Master will know."

When Chen Ding said this, he stopped and looked at Zhao Wuge silently.

"You mean, you only control the hidden stakes of [Blood Killing Martial Arts School], right?"

Zhao Wuge did not immediately tell him to do something, but asked instead.

"Yes, I am only responsible for the hidden stakes of the [Blood Killing Martial Arts School]. The information passed by the hidden stakes will be classified according to the urgency of the information. I will immediately pass the urgent information to the master. Non-urgent information will be reported comprehensively in one month. once."

"As for whether there are any senior brothers who are responsible for the secret stakes of other forces, I don't know."

Chen Ding understood the deeper meaning of Zhao Wuge's question and pointed it out directly.

Zhao Wuge was a little embarrassed but also a little happy that someone had found out his thoughts.

Fortunately, I didn't ask Chen Ding if he knew the information about Zhao's hidden pile.

After coughing twice to cover up his embarrassment, Zhao Wuge returned to his usual calmness.

"Tell me the details of these eight hidden stakes. I want to know what they do at the [Blood Killing Martial Arts Hall], what they are good at, what their personalities are like, and whether they dare to risk their lives to complete the mission."

Therefore, Chen Ding spent a quarter of an hour introducing the detailed information of these eight hidden stakes to Zhao Wuge.

It even details the reasons why they made hidden stakes and the reasons why they were controlled by martial arts schools.

When Zhao Wuge opened his eyes after hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little defensive and wary of the people around him.

"I don't know whose hands the Zhao family's hidden stakes are in, or whether the Zhao family also planted hidden stakes in [Thunder Martial Arts Hall]."

This question flashed through Zhao Wuge's mind, and then he threw it away.

The most important thing now is to get the broken head. We can find answers to other things later.

"Junior brother Chen Ding, I want to mobilize five of the hidden stakes, two of them are responsible for delivering the message, and three of them are responsible for carrying out the task."

Zhao Wuge spent a stick of incense combing through the information in his hand and began to formulate a plan.

"These three people are the ones who carry out the mission. My choice is these three people..."

"My plan is this..."

The two talked for nearly half an hour, and after using up a stack of white paper, they finally came up with a complete plan.

What follows is the execution and implementation of this plan.

"Go ahead, pass this mission to those hidden stakes, and tell them that if the mission is completed, not only will the martial arts school compensate them, but I will also personally compensate each person's family three hundred taels, which is enough for their families to be stable. Live the rest of your life.”

Zhao Wuge patted Chen Ding on the shoulder and said so.

"Promise to bring your words to them, senior brother. I believe that after they know how benevolent and righteous you are, senior brother, they will definitely complete the mission to the death."

"It's better to complete the mission, otherwise their death will be in vain."

After Chen Ding left, Zhao Wuge muttered this.

If he doesn't have a good time, no one else will have a good time either.

Night gradually enveloped the earth, and the moon the size of a wheel showed its head.

Today is the last quarter of the moon, and the moon hangs in the sky like a boat.

[Blood Killing Martial Arts School] Back kitchen and kitchen.

[Blood Kill Martial Arts School] has several dining halls, some are specially for martial arts disciples to eat, some are specially for disciples' families to eat, and some are specially for other people in the martial arts hall to eat.

The food in different canteens is also of different grades, but there is only one kitchen.

Therefore, the kitchen was built very large, and there were many people working in the kitchen, and the workload was also heavy.

I often have to get up at the fifth watch to make breakfast and go to bed at the second or third watch in the evening. I can only sleep for two or three hours a day.

But even this kind of welfare work, with a monthly salary of only three taels of silver, can still attract a lot of people to compete for it, and even if you don't have a relationship, you can't get in.

A chef once asked the logistics manager in charge of the kitchen: "There are too few people in the kitchen. Those helpers work too hard every day. How about recruiting a few more."

He was rejected by the logistics manager with only one reason: "If anyone feels tired and doesn't want to do it, let him come and tell me. If he doesn't do it, there are others who can."

From then on, no one in the kitchen dared to complain about the hard work.

After all, working in a martial arts gym is not only safe, but your monthly salary will be paid in full and on time.

More importantly, when I was bullied outside, I was from the [Blood Killing Martial Arts School], and most of the time I could act like a fox or a tiger.

This is why so many people are rushing to work here.

Although the moon was high in the sky at this time, the fire in the kitchen was still bright and had no intention of going out.

"Xiaohu, have you kneaded the dough? If not, hurry up. I'm just waiting for your dough to make meat buns."

The kitchen is quite busy with more than a dozen people. These are the cooks in the kitchen. The chef and the assistant cook have already gone back early. They are here to prepare breakfast for tomorrow morning.

The buns, steamed buns, etc. need to be made at this time, sealed, and then taken out and steamed in the steamer tomorrow morning, saving time and effort.

"Okay, okay, isn't the flour a little loose today? I just need to knead it for a little longer."

Xiaohu cheered up and responded with a forced smile.

That is to say, everyone was busy with their own time at this time and did not pay attention to his expression, otherwise they would definitely be able to tell that something was wrong with him at this time.

"Damn it, it must be the one who delivered flour to the store at night and used poor quality flour. I must report to my supervisor tomorrow and terminate the cooperation with them."

"It's okay that the delivery is always late. Now it's just a shoddy product."

The man yelled a few words to vent his emotions, then took the dough that Xiaohu had kneaded and started making buns.

After about an hour or so, all the preparations for tomorrow were finally done.

Everyone smiled and finally got off work.

Xiaohu took the initiative to stay and clean up, and everyone was even more happy. They couldn't help saying a few more good things about Xiaohu, and hurried home.

As a result, Xiaohu was the only one left in Nuo Da's kitchen.

"Today is finally here. I don't have to worry or be afraid in the future. It can be considered a good thing."

Xiaohu looked at the chef who had been working for three years, feeling nostalgic and relieved at the same time.

"Let's start taking action, but you can't let me off the hook. Five hundred taels is enough for Ergou to grow up and even have a chance to practice martial arts."

Ergou is his son, and his nickname is easy to support. His biggest wish is that this son who has inherited his bloodline can live a better life than him.

Arriving in front of a bag of flour, Erhu reached down from the mouth of the flour bag and fumbled for a while before finding out five small rolled up notes.

One of them was his, he had read it and stuffed it back.

"I didn't expect that there are four more hidden stakes like me, and one of them is actually an elite disciple. Wow, that's really awesome."

Xiaohu couldn't help but be very surprised when he looked at the name written on the outer seal of the note.

He knew all these people, because as a cook, he not only had to help in the kitchen, but also helped prepare meals in the canteen. Over the past few years, almost everyone in the martial arts gym knew them.

Therefore, he is also the communicator of this mission.

"Stop, who is it?"

"The little man is the cook in the kitchen. He came to deliver supper to Mr. Zhang Chenghao. It was his order in the evening."

Xiaohu, who was holding a food box in his hand, was stopped by a training martial arts disciple.

"Keep your head up."

"Yes, he's the cook in the kitchen. He even served me food."

"I also know him, and he also served me food."

In this regard, Xiaohu always maintained a flattering smile.

"Okay, you can go over, remember to serve Senior Brother Zhang carefully."

"Younger ones don't dare to be serious, adults are joking."

Therefore, Xiaohu easily arrived at the accommodation of the elite disciples.

"Please inform Master Zhang Chenghao that his supper has arrived."

"Okay, I'll go and notify Senior Brother Zhang right away."

There were guards here too, and Xiaohu directly asked the guards to notify Zhang Chenghao.

Although Zhang Chenghao didn't tell him about having supper at night, he believed that as long as the guard saw Zhang Chenghao and told him about it, he would naturally understand.

Sure enough, the next moment, the guard invited him in and helped him lead the way.

"Senior Brother Zhang, we've brought him here."

"Okay, let him in."

So, Xiaohu went in, and the guard was waiting outside.

"Master Zhang, your midnight snack."

Xiaohu entered the room and saw a somewhat familiar figure, it was Zhang Chenghao.

"Give it to me."

Zhang Zhenghao took the food box with a complicated expression and also took a small rolled up note.

"Then I'll take my leave."

"Have a safe trip."

Zhang Chenghao didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to Xiaohu.

Anyway, after hearing this, Xiaohu paused slightly, and then immediately returned to normal.