Spirit Realm Walker

Lu Jing asked instead, "Do you know who Jingguo's grandfather is?"

Tao Siming shook his head. He had only joined the Anti-Black and White Alliance twenty years ago. Twenty years ago, Deng Jingguo's father had returned to the spiritual realm.

The Anti-Black and White Alliance is actually the foundation of the Deng family. He is at best a rising star who became a shareholder due to his outstanding business capabilities. Of course, Tao Siming and Deng Jingguo are like-minded brothers and are not outsiders.

That's why he is sitting here for this conversation tonight.

"My grandfather." Deng Jingguo also frowned. "Since I was a child, I have never heard my father mention my grandfather."

Lu Dingding nodded:

"Of course he didn't dare to say it. He said he might not live to adulthood. Your grandfather's name is Huo Zhengkui."

The three words "Huo Zhengkui" caused an uproar in the hearts of Deng Jingguo and Tao Siming. The two masters who had experienced strong winds and waves were stunned.

Among the Chinese travelers in New York County, almost no one does not know Huo Zhengkui. Well, the new generation of children may not know, but they middle-aged and elderly people know very well who Huo Zhengkui is.

He is the founder of the Spirit Walker organization (gangster) in Chinatown, New York County, and was a Spirit Walker active in the last century.

Since their immigration, the Chinese in New York County have always encountered unfair treatment, oppression by capital and racial discrimination. The ancestors were engaged in dirty and backbreaking work in mines, farms, cigar factories, lumber mills, etc. that white people were unwilling to do.

When the economic crisis of the Free Federation came, white people were unemployed in large numbers, but the Chinese who did the dirty work were able to have enough food and clothing, so they became the target of the government to shift conflicts.

The white people criticized them verbally and in writing, and the government took advantage of the trend and enacted the Chinese Exclusion Act, etc. The life of the Chinese Americans was very difficult.

In this context, a spiritual traveler organization (gangster) came into being. This gang is called the "Brotherhood". It connects the poor people at the bottom and the wealthy class at the top. It cooperates and competes with the government while dealing with the oppression of the capitalist class. It is necessary to Sometimes they even resort to force to resist.

At the fraternity's peak, nine out of ten Chinese Americans were members of the organization.

However, the complex member structure also led to internal instability. When Huo Zhengkui was alive, everyone obeyed him, and the brotherhood stumbled and survived.

After Huo Zhengkui returned to the spiritual realm, with the help of the New Testament County Government, the Brotherhood split into three major organizations, which are now the famous Chinese spiritual realm walker organizations: Black Dragon Hall, Baolin Hall, and Hong Gang.

"My father is Huo Zhengkui's illegitimate son?" Deng Jingguo murmured to himself.

Lu Dingding nodded, his tone changing:

"When Mr. Huo returned to the spiritual realm, your father was just a small figure and the brotherhood was split. He didn't dare to reveal his identity and took me to work alone. As our levels became higher and higher, we established the Anti-Black and White Alliance. So choosing this name is to inherit Mr. Huo’s legacy on the one hand, and on the other hand, who hasn’t been squeezed by those guys in the Free Federation?”

The old man Qinghui picked up the tea cup to moisten his throat and continued:

"Mr. Huo is an amazingly talented spiritual traveler. He traveled to Europe when he was young, where he worked as a bounty hunter for a period of time. He met the Pope. I don't know how. Dad didn't tell me, and maybe he didn't either. Know.

"More than a hundred years ago in Europe, it is said that an unimaginable turmoil occurred. As the most powerful organization of spiritual practitioners in the world, the Holy See was destroyed.

"Before the Pope died, he gave something to Mr. Huo. Maybe it was because Mr. Huo was of Chinese descent. At that time, he still wore pigtails from the Qing Dynasty and looked out of place in Europe. No one thought that the Pope would give the precious relics to him. Leave it to a yellow man with pigtails.

"So Mr. Huo left Europe with the Pope's relics and came to New York County to establish a brotherhood. In his later years, he passed the relics to his illegitimate son, Jingguo's father.

"This is because the identity of the illegitimate son is more hidden. For the same reason, my brother also passed on the Pope's relics to the illegitimate son Jia Feizhang."

"So that's it." Tao Siming suddenly realized, glanced at Deng Jingguo, and said:

"But what is the reason for doing this? If the Pope's relics are precious, Mr. Huo should get it himself, because only strong spiritual practitioners can control powerful and precious items.

"If Mr. Huo cannot get it for some reason, it should be passed on to a powerful heir and let future generations complete it. The worst is to trade it for heaven's punishment, rather than giving it to an illegitimate child."

Deng Jingguo snorted coldly: "Although my father is an illegitimate son, he is also a spiritual practitioner, a stronger spiritual practitioner than us."

The bookish Tao Siming smiled bitterly: "Then I don't understand what your father did. Why did he give Jia Feizhang instead of you? Does Uncle Deng think that Jia Feizhang can also become a spiritual practitioner?"

"None of this is important anymore." Lu Jing said in a deep voice: "The Pope's relics cannot fall into the hands of others. Since Jia Feizhang is dead, it will be kept by Jingguo. We must take back the Pope's relics."

Deng Jingguo frowned: "Uncle Jing, we don't even know who the enemy is, how can we take it back? We may not have the strength to take it back."

The silver-haired Lu Jing acted particularly forcefully and said immediately: "Then report it to Tianpu and let Tianpu take it back. In this way, at least we can get a favor from Tianpu."

Deng Jingguo and Tao Siming looked at each other and neither objected.

"Then it's decided." Lu Jing took out his mobile phone and planned to contact the top management of Tianpu's New York County branch. "I have had several contacts with Winnie Bertram. She is an upright Mage Lei. Although It’s a bit inhumane.”

At this time, Tao Siming's cell phone dinged. He took it out and looked at it, and his face suddenly changed slightly:

"etc!"

Lu Jing and Deng Jingguo followed the sound.

Tao Siming had a strange expression. He put his phone up and faced the two of them. "The mission we announced in the Hunter Guild is complete!"

The next day, eight o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Yuanqing got up and washed up. When he came to the living room, he saw that Annie had already laid out breakfast. She tore open the fried dough sticks and soaked them piece by piece in the salty soy milk.

Her own breakfast consists of fried eggs, toast, bacon and sweetened soy milk.

"Why do you eat sweet soy milk?"

"I'm not used to eating salty soy milk."

"Promise me not to drink sweet soy milk in the future."

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After breakfast, Zhang Yuanqing put his mobile phone in his pocket, turned the door handle, and walked out of the house. He happened to see Cao Qianxiu walking out holding his brother's hand.

Cao Chao's face was still stained with tears, and he was holding a popsicle in his hand. He didn't know whether he was beaten by his mother or his sister.

The two sides met each other, and Cao Qianxiu suddenly stopped, her eyes brightened slightly, but she was restrained and did not speak, and she froze in place.

Zhang Yuanqing took the initiative to step forward, touched Cao Chao's head, and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Cao Chao cried "Wow", hugged his brother's legs, wiped away his tears and snot, and cried: "I want to eat two popsicles, but my mother won't let me eat. She calls me a bedbag!"

"Go back now and yell at your mother: Please call me handsome!" Zhang Yuanqing said, "She will let you eat two popsicles."

"Really?" The little boy opened his innocent eyes wide.

"This is how I yelled at my mother when I was a kid. It will definitely work!" Zhang Yuanqing gave him courage and encouragement.

Cao Chao thought for a while, and out of his yearning for popsicles and trust in his neighbor's brother, he opened the security door with high spirits and rushed into the living room to confront the landlady.

Zhang Yuanqing then looked at the girl next door and took the initiative to speak:

"Sorry, I hid my true level."

Cao Qianxiu forced a smile: "Our trust foundation at that time was not enough. Who would tell a stranger his true level?"

Didn't you just say it? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart, but didn't say it out loud, fearing that the arrogant girl would be embarrassed.

Cao Qianxiu hesitated and tentatively said:

"Then, the matter of joining the Anti-Black and White Alliance"

"I think it's quite interesting. Before I returned to China, I was a member of the Sixth Group of the Anti-Black and White Alliance. If you have any questions, please come to me. No salary arrears are allowed." Zhang Yuanqing gave a positive answer.

Cao Qianxiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, if it is a normal gathering of group members."

"If I'm free, I will participate." Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

A smile appeared on the girl's face.

At this time, pig-like screams came from the house, and Cao Chao ran out wailing, with tears streaming down his face. He looked at Zhang Yuanqing heartbroken, and cried out accusations.

The popsicle in my hand is gone too.

"Didn't it succeed?" Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and said: "Next time, it will take thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to the west of Hexi. Don't bully the young man to give it a try."

Cao Chao cried louder.

"Okay, okay, now go to 403 and call, Auntie Anne will compensate you with a bag of snacks."

Cao Chao stopped crying for a moment: "Really?"

"When did I lie to you?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

"Yeah!" Cao Chao jumped up and knocked on the door.

Looking at her brother's silly look, Cao Qianxiu had a complicated expression: "I sometimes wonder if you are really a scout. I remember that scouts are soldiers, serious and serious."

"That's because you don't understand the Second District. There are outliers in any group. Seriousness is a group temperament, not an individual temperament. There are always some who are not serious and serious enough." Zhang Yuanqing washed her hair: "I only know a fire master. , wiser than a maester. I also know a maester who is more flamboyant than a fire master, and a powerful scout who likes to listen to other people's flattery, and likes to worship others when they show off."

Cao Qianxiu listened carefully.

At 9:30 in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing, dressed in plain clothes, disguised as a bald middle-aged Jia Feizhang, entered the Legg Mason Bank building.

He walked straight to the reception desk and said to the tall white lady with brown hair and brown eyes: "Hello, I'm looking for Will George, he is my account manager."

"Wait a moment!" The female receptionist lowered her head to operate the computer. After a moment, she raised her head and said, "Will George has been leaving the company for many years."

has resigned? Well, it means that Jia Feizhang has not opened a safe for decades. Zhang Yuanqing said: "I will open the safe, the number is 0042."

The female receptionist said: "Please show me your valid ID."

Transparent whirlpools appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, "You have already seen my valid ID."

The female receptionist was in a trance for a moment, and then she said with a smile on her face: "Please, please come with me!"

She led Zhang Yuanqing into the bank and knocked on the manager's door: "Manager, this gentleman is here to open the safe."

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.