Chapter 8 Try Harder. Haven’t You Eaten Yet?

As Li Wufeng and the medical staff left one after another, the farce ended.

In the supermarket, only Qin Yi and the old cashier were left.

One hundred purple bamboo fruits cost Qin Yi 100,000 yuan, but it was nothing. Anyway, he could make money back by selling a few organs.

So, Qin Yi bought another hundred snow fruits.

"Old man, are there any other spiritual fruits for sale in the supermarket?"

After taking over the heavy fruit box, Qin Yi was still not satisfied and wanted to spend all the money.

Unfortunately, the old man shook his head and said that there were only these two spiritual fruits this week.

"Which spiritual fruit is sold in the supermarket mainly depends on what the warriors who come out of the secret realm pick."

"We also purchase them from warriors."

"If you want other spiritual fruits, you can come back next week."

"The spiritual fruits in Dongjiao Supermarket are all supplied by the Li family. Maybe you can go to other areas of Yuhang to have a look."

Li family?

Qin Yi was thoughtful and then asked: "Is that young man just now from the Li family?"

The young man wearing the peaked cap looked very rich and noble. It was very strange to appear alone in a suburban supermarket.

But if he is from the Li family and comes to the supermarket that cooperates with his family to deliver goods or inspect, this is very reasonable.

Hearing Qin Yi's question, the old man showed appreciation and nodded with a smile: "You are very smart. His name is Li Wufeng. He is the leader of the Li family's generation. He has just reached the level of a martial artist when he turned eighteen. His future is limitless. "

Qin Yi was shocked. He was not frightened by the young man's identity, but was surprised that the old man knew so many things.

He looked at the old man carefully and guessed that there might be something special about his identity.

"No wonder Li Wufeng didn't use his strength to bully me. He was probably concerned about the old man and was afraid of losing face in front of him."

Qin Yi felt that he had guessed the truth. Without saying anything, he bowed to the old man and thanked him sincerely.

The admiration on the old man's face grew stronger, and he took the initiative to introduce: "My surname is Wang. You can just call me Old Man Wang. If you encounter any problems in martial arts practice in the future, you can ask me at any time."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang!" Qin Yi saluted again, then returned to his unfazed look, and left the supermarket carrying the fruit box.

Old Man Wang silently watched Qin Yi's back disappear from sight, and murmured in a low voice: "Extraordinarily intelligent, with a great temperament, and good aptitude. Unfortunately, he started practicing martial arts late. It takes about a month to get started."

"Oh, what a pity. One step is too late and one step is too late. If you start practicing martial arts after the age of eighteen, you are destined to suffer big losses!"

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After coming out of the supermarket, it was already half past twelve noon, and the originally deserted streets gradually became lively, with many people passing by.

Qin Yi carried a large box of spiritual fruits on his shoulders, which looked particularly conspicuous and attracted attention.

This is the eastern suburbs of Yuhang, not the central urban area. The security environment is not very good, and kidnappings and robberies occur from time to time.

When people are poor, they dare to do anything.

However, Qin Yi didn't seem to notice this. Not only did he carry the fruit box swaggeringly, he also deliberately chose a path with fewer people.

When he passed by a certain dark alley, at the entrance of the alley, two arrogant young men stared at Qin Yi's fruit box, their noses twitching slightly, as if they smelled something.

"It's the scent of spiritual fruits. That big box is full of spiritual fruits!"

"This order is very fat..."

The short-haired man licked his dry lips, ready to move.

"Don't worry, we are all beginner warriors, how can we show such an ugly look?" Beside the short-haired man, a strong man wearing a white vest smiled slightly and put his big hand on the short-haired man's shoulder.

The short-haired man stiffened and quickly put on a smile: "Yes, yes, brother, what are we going to do with this vote?"

"It's very simple. Judging from the direction he is heading, he is probably going back to the White Shirt Apartment." The strong man obviously knows the terrain of the eastern suburbs very well: "We went to the apartment stairway in advance to wait for him. When we saw him coming, we gave him a sap and took away the soul. It is.”

"Understood! Shall we set off now?" The short-haired man couldn't wait.

The two of them have some talent in martial arts. They have been practicing for more than 20 years and got started by chance. Now they have six or seven cards of energy and blood, which is not enough, but they can still bully their subordinates with ease.

To be honest, this is not the first time they have done this kind of thing.

Picking up a steel rod, they walked through the intricate alleys, took shortcuts, and arrived at Bai Shi's apartment in advance.

This kind of apartment where poor people live will naturally not have security guards. Even the door is open 24 hours a day, so you can come and go at will.

They sneaked in, secretly hiding in the blind corner of the stairs on the first floor, holding steel rods, and patiently waiting for their prey to come to the door.

There was dead silence in the dim stairwell, and no sound could be heard except the breathing of the two of them.

At this point, most of the residents in Baishan Apartment went to work, and few people showed up.

Not long after, there was a steady sound of footsteps, and the short-haired man suddenly became excited.

The footsteps became louder little by little. Through the gap, the short-haired man saw the exciting fruit box, and his heartbeat couldn't help but beat three cents faster.

Seeing Qin Yi carrying the fruit box up the stairs, the short-haired man quickly signaled to the strong man that he could take action.

Uh-huh!

The next second, a white shadow suddenly jumped out from the dead corner of the corridor, aiming at the back of Qin Yi's head with a sap!

The force of this stick is very well controlled, it will not kill anyone, it will only knock them unconscious.

As long as no one is killed, it will be difficult to trigger a police investigation!

They know this business of robbing goods very well!

clang--!

The steel rod hit the back of Qin Yi's head, and a loud metal collision sound broke out. The strong man only felt that his stick hit the metal and stone. The recoil force was extremely terrifying, and it made his palm hurt!

Damn, this man has a steel plate in his head?

The strong man didn't believe it. While Qin Yi hadn't turned around yet, he picked up the stick and used all his strength to swing it six times in a row, each time aiming at the vital point of the back of his head.

Although he had not yet become a martial artist, after nourishing 7 calories of blood, his strength was as high as 180 kilograms, which was four times that of an ordinary person, enough to kill a tiger!

But this time.

Ding Ding Ding——!

The sound was continuous like the sound of a bell, but the young man in front of him had no intention of falling down at all. He stood on the steps and did not move at all.

At this moment.

He was stunned, and the short-haired man hiding in the dark was also stunned.

The strong man held the steel rod tightly with both hands, and still maintained the posture of swinging the stick to hit people, and fell into a stagnation.

Then.

There was a crisp sound of "click", and the steel rod fell to the ground.

"Why don't you continue knocking?"

The young man carrying the fruit box turned around slowly, with a smile that made people feel like spring breeze on his face, staring at the strong man, his handsome face full of confusion.

He put down the fruit box, leaned over slightly, picked up the steel rod on the ground, and knocked it against his arm a few times, making a bang bang sound.

Then, he stuffed the steel rod back into the strong man's hand, pointed to his forehead, and said seriously: "Keep knocking, knock here."

"You have such little strength, people who don't know would think you haven't eaten."

"How about...you eat two spiritual fruits first and then continue?"