My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

The news came quickly.

Monk at Knema Temple.

If nothing else.

That is the stronghold of the Hades Cult.

It's just that the name is too weird.

Kenima, that sounds like a curse.

Zeng Jing was led by a monk to the Kenima Temple.

This is a boxy building with a constant stream of tourists.

Enter the temple and walk through a path to a quiet room in the backyard.

A monk is not a monk.

Instead, he was wearing a suit.

The little parted hair is meticulously combed.

But his hair is bald, so he looks more like a traitor.

"You are not Huang Xiaofei at all, who are you?"

"Of course my boss will not come in person. I am his younger brother Li Taiye."

This time I won’t be your uncle, I will rename you grandpa.

"What's going on with Huang Mao?"

"We want a batch of munitions, preferably a rocket launcher."

"It's impossible. Arms control is very strict now, so there's no way to get it."

"You have a way in Southeast Asia, the worst you can do is increase your money."

"Did you bring the money?"

"What? Do you want to rob? I can only pay a deposit and the rest will be delivered."

"Okay, no problem, I'll have someone write a quotation with a [-]% deposit."

"I won't bargain with you, but you'd better not be greedy for my money. 14K is not something to be trifled with."

The next afternoon.

The monk asked Zeng Jing to meet in the suburbs.

"Mr. Mo, can it be done so soon?"

There is a word Mo in the monk's name. The Indian name is too long, so Zeng Jing shortened it to Mr. Mo.

"Li Taiye, you don't have to act. I've already found out that there is no such person as you in 14K. Who are you?"

Zeng Jing laughed loudly, "My name is Zheng Jiacheng. I am from China. As long as you make money, why do you care who the buyer is?"

"Huh! He's still acting. Come on, kill him."

Submachine gun bullets came in overwhelming numbers, and Zeng Jing's figure flashed in front of the monk.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, draw the sword.

All the gunmen were killed.

Zeng Jing grabbed the monk and dragged him into a private house.

"Monk, tell me who bought the arms in Xiangjiang back then?"

"I do not know."

Zeng Jing took out a knife and stabbed it into the monk's palm.

"I'll cut off your penis with the next knife."

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise to let me go."

"Depending on your mood, all I can say is that you have a chance to survive."

"It's Xin Yi'an, Xin Yi'an Xiang Boss and the Holy Son..."

The monk suddenly stopped talking, as if he had let something slip.

"Where is Hutch? Take me to him and I will let you go."

The monk's mind was spinning, the Holy Son was unpredictable, and this Zheng Jiacheng was definitely no match.

In this way, he still has a chance to survive.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

The two got into a car, and the driver was trembling.

The passengers looked so menacing that everyone who saw them was frightened.

Especially Zeng Jing, who still had a knife in his hand.

"Go to Koh Chang Tenjin Resort." The monk said.

When we arrived at the destination, the driver got in the car and ran away without even asking for taxi fare.

There are two guards at the resort gate.

The monk waved hello and his eyes flashed to convey the secret signal.

Zeng Jing pretended not to see it.

The gate opened and a sightseeing car drove over.

The two got into the car and walked along the asphalt road.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and the bullet hit the pillar of the open roof.

Zeng Jing grabbed the monk and blocked him from his side.

"Tell your men to stop or I will kill you now."

The monk quickly took out his phone and called: "Idiot, don't shoot, don't shoot."

The car drove into a valley where there was a small second-story building.