The Qinghe Group also had a supernatural organization called the Knight. However, this Knight Organization did not participate in the competition for resources and had been searching for something for over a hundred years.
Then he talked about the Saboteurs. In the early years, they only fought against nuclear weapons. But now, the organization's program had quietly changed.
The customers in the tavern were all regular customers, so they had heard many of the stories told by the storyteller. Therefore, when they heard the stories repeated, they would lose interest and only focus on drinking.
Only Ren Xiaosu listened attentively from beginning to end. Some of the diners next to him could not help but size him up. That was because not everyone could afford to come to the tavern as they pleased. When a rich person suddenly appeared in town, everyone would definitely pay more attention to him.
However, they realized Ren Xiaosu just sat there listening to the stories by himself every day. He did not intend to interact with them at all. The esquires in town muttered to themselves, 'He's just the son of a bureaucrat who fled here. He's bound to run out sooner or later.'
Ren Xiaosu stood aloof from the world and listened to the stories every day. His life became abnormally peaceful until one day, he received a text message on the worn-out cell phone he carried with him: "Stronghold 67, C," replied the recipient.
This text message was very confusing, but Ren Xiaosu ignored it. Right now, he was using the cell phone as a camera, so it was still in its novelty phase.
Ren Xiaosu would use the cell phone to take a picture of the beautiful sunset and the sumptuous lamb stew in the tavern. He thought he could show Liuyuan the pictures when he met him in the future so he could know what the legendary lamb stew looked like.
The stew in the tavern was different from the roadside stalls in town. It was more expensive, but it also had meat.
After ordering the stew, the waiter in the tavern would even give the customers two pieces of flatbread to break off. The more crumbs they broke off, the better it would be.
Some people said that if they did not break the flatbread themselves or did not break it well enough, the chef in the kitchen would secretly spit into their bowl.
On this day, when Ren Xiaosu came to the tavern, he realized the storyteller was not here. He asked the waiter curiously, "Where's the storyteller?"
The waiter said with a smile, "You're a new customer, so you probably don't know. Our old man doesn't come here every day. He takes a break from time to time, but it depends on his mood."
Ren Xiaosu thought to himself that this wouldn't do. He was still waiting to hear the storyteller's story. So he decisively asked the waiter where the storyteller lived and knocked on the door to call him over to tell him a story.
The old man was also dumbfounded. "Young man, I'm doing storytelling so I don't have to work in a factory. But with you're here, I suddenly have the feeling of working in a factory before I went blind."
When he said that, Ren Xiaosu felt a little embarrassed, the old man said with a sigh, "God, Ren Xiaosu, I, Family, you," said. "I, I," Ren, "I, you, I," Luo "Don". "". "," Ren "Ren Xiaosu" is, "Wolf" was "d". "" Let's not go to the tavern today. I might not dare to tell the story you want to hear in front of so many people. "
The young girl next to him got a little shy and hid in the house. Meanwhile, Ren Xiaosu was stunned. He realized that although this old man was blind, his heart was not.
This world was really strange. Some people were not blind, but they could not see the truth of things.
When Ren Xiaosu heard this, he did not hide it anymore. He said frankly, "Old Master, I want to hear stories about the Anjing House."
The storyteller laughed. "That's not something a normal person should listen to."
"Do you think I'm normal?"
"True, you're not normal. Then let me tell you about it."
Actually, the Anjing House had not been established for a long time. But ever since it first appeared, it had been exceptionally mysterious. Its strength was not exaggerated, but there were indeed no missions the Anjing House could not complete over the years.
Only the top assassins in the world had a chance to join the Anjing House. Not only would the Anjing House issue missions to these assassins, but they would also protect their safety and provide convenience.
"Rumor has it that the Anjing House killed the biological father of the eldest son of a small organization, Uncle Wang. Is that true?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"It's true." The storyteller smiled and nodded.
"Then after completing a mission from the Anjing House, does that mean I can get them to do something of equal value, such as helping me find someone?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"Yes." The storyteller smiled and said, "So you're not trying to kill someone but to find someone."
"If I'm trying to kill someone, I can do it myself," Ren Xiaosu said calmly. At this moment, his words were filled with great confidence.
However, the storyteller did not take it to heart. He only lamented, "Times have really changed."
Ren Xiaosu asked again, "Do you think the Anjing House is a good organization or a bad one? I'm not trying to deliberately define them, but if I want them to help me find someone, I'll have to know if they're reliable or not. "
Ren Xiaosu was worried that if he entrusted the Anjing House to find someone, it would instead threaten the safety of Wang Fugui and the others.
The storyteller thought for a moment and said, "Over the years, the Anjing House has always killed people with a clear goal in mind. They've always killed people for a reason that the other party deserved to die. Furthermore, many of them were radical members of the pro-war faction of the various organizations. As for the important figures of the conservative faction, they only accept protection missions and help them eliminate some assassins. However, due to the extremely high cost of doing so, the Anjing House has rarely personally taken action in recent years."
"They don't personally take action? Then who do they get to do it? "Ren Xiaosu was taken aback.
"Some of the hitmen who are waiting to be selected." The storyteller said with a smile, "The Anjing House once distributed a batch of cell phones a few years ago. It's said that the cell phones can only accept and send text messages and take pictures. The purpose of accepting and sending text messages is to issue missions. After the Anjing House issues a mission, they'll wait for a reply to see if anyone is willing to accept the mission. They'll also label the mission's danger level and the level of the hitman who can accept the mission. As for the camera function, it only has one purpose. When you use the cell phone to take a picture of the corpse after the mission is completed, the photo will automatically be sent to the Anjing House."
When Ren Xiaosu heard this, he was completely stunned. A cell phone?! A cell phone that could only accept and send text messages and take pictures? It could accept a mission through text messages and even label its danger level?
Didn't he already have one?!
However, the old master said that after the photo was taken, the cell phone would automatically send the photo to the Anjing House.
Ren Xiaosu recalled the mutton stew in his photo album and fell into deep thought.
The people from the Anjing House probably did not expect to receive such a photo either.
"Haha, that's amazing," Ren Xiaosu said with an embarrassed smile.
The old master continued, "Only by completing a series of missions can you advance from D-rank to A-rank. Only then will you be qualified to participate in the Anjing House's official selection."
Ren Xiaosu suddenly wondered, "Elder, how do you know about these things? Normal people wouldn't tell others about these stories, right? How true are they?"
The storyteller paused for a moment before saying with a smile, "How do you think I became blind?"
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