Chapter 17: Token

A trace of annoyance appeared on Qin Ming's face. He didn't expect that the man in black was so hard-spirited. After seeing that there was no hope of escape, he would immediately take the poison to death.

I also blame myself, I didn't expect that people in black would hide poison in their teeth.

But it's nothing. Now the Qin family is fine, and sooner or later this organization will come up.

Qin Ming began to examine the man in black, wanting to see if there were any clues.

"This is?" Qin Ming touched a token from the man in black.

The token is brass-colored, like gold and not gold, with a bronze character written on one side and a flaming scorpion pattern painted on the other side.

"This should be the identity token of this organization. With this thing, it will be better to trace this mysterious organization in the future."

Qin Ming began to take off the clothes of the man in black and checked the body of the man in black.

The poison in the palm of the man in black impressed Qin Ming deeply. He wanted to see how the man in black caused the poison in his palm.

Qin Ming absolutely does not believe that it is the cause of internal strength. It is absolutely impossible for internal strength to contain such a powerful poison.

On the back of the man in black, a flaming scorpion pattern caught Qin Ming's eyes.

Qin Ming checked and found that the toxin came from the scorpion pattern, but the man in black was dead, and Qin Ming didn't know how the man in black used the pattern to use the poison palm.

At night, Liucheng City Lord Mansion.

"Master, big business is not good!" An old man hurriedly ran to the city master's bedroom and shouted loudly outside the door.

This old man is the home of the city chief, and he is in charge of the city chief's mansion.

"Come in, what the **** is going on, so panicked!" The middle-aged man wearing clothes said after leaving the warm bed.

"Squeak!" The door was pushed open by the old housekeeper, watching the city lord who was wearing clothes on the bed, and the woman lying on the bed with lotus root-like fragrant shoulders, the old housekeeper bowed his head and stood by the door and said:

"Master, the Zhao family has been destroyed, more than five hundred people, all dead!"

"What?" The city lord, who was calm and calm, disappeared in an instant, and the dressing movement suddenly accelerated.

"Who actually killed the Zhao family?"

"I don't know. When it was discovered that the Zhao family was destroyed, the Zhao family had been dead for a while, and the murderer did not leave any clues." The old man said.

The city lord frowned and said: "It must be a master who can kill the Zhao family silently. The Patriarch of the Zhao family is at the realm of a great martial artist.

By the way, is the Patriarch of the Zhao family dead? "

"Dead! All dead!" The old man's voice trembled: "The Zhao family, even a few dogs are dead."

When the city lord heard the steward's words, his heart was also panicked, the warriors of the great martial master realm were all dead.

He was only in the realm of the Great Martial Master, that is to say, the murderer could destroy the Zhao family and his city lord mansion.

It may be that the city lord's movements were a little big, waking the woman on the bed.

"Master, where are you going? Stay with me, what can I say tomorrow!" The woman's voice whispered. In the past, as long as he used this trick, the city lord would accompany her more.

"Go away." The city lord slapped the woman's face, stood up, and strode toward the door.

Although this woman looks good, her head is really an idiot. At this time, he is about to go to bed, and there is no need to sleep.

The old butler also followed the city lord closely and hurried towards the Zhao family.