"I haven't seen you before."

"I'm sure we've never interacted with each other."

"I don't understand, what on earth do you want to see me for?"

Questions came one after another, and the fear in Fang Jia's conscience gradually deepened over time, swallowing up the little sprouts of ecstasy that had just emerged from the depths of his consciousness. Horror and extreme fear of death quickly fermented, becoming the only thing that ruled the brain.

idea.

"...Actually, it's not a big deal. I...I just want to get to know you...well, yes, get to know you."

Fang Jialiang was worthy of being a veteran who had been immersed in the dandy circle for too long. He endured the pain and quickly found a seemingly logical reason.

At least that's how it seemed to him.

Suddenly there was a loud "bang" sound, and Ling Zihan pulled the trigger again. The Gale Pistol spit out fire, and the bullet roared like lightning and shot into Fang Jialiang's right leg. He bounced off the sofa as if he was electrocuted, and the entire mechanical leg was shattered into pieces.

To the thumping glass.

"ah!"

Fang Jialiang had never had such a painful experience. He lay on the ground and let out a scream that was not like a human voice, as if he wanted to expel all the air in his lungs with pain and howling.

"You damn bastard.",

"I...I'm going to kill you."

"You can't run away, I will definitely kill you!"

Ling Zihan turned a deaf ear to these vicious curses. He reached out and picked up the bottle of wine on the table and looked at it carefully, as if his profession was not a violent option such as a mercenary, a wilderness hunter, or a private detective, but a very noble one.

, a wine connoisseur who belongs exclusively to the upper class society of this era.

The wine that can appear in the private room of a young man like Fang Jialiang is naturally valuable, and it is not comparable to the rough and inferior products like tapioca wine.

Their single bottle sells for at least five gold dollars.

Ling Zihan opened his backpack, and with the sincerity and stability that only country people have, he picked up the unopened bottles of wine on the table and put them in carefully.

Yes, country people... country people who are honest, never spend money carelessly, and would break a piece of steel in half.

The bodyguard in black opened his mouth and looked dumbfounded.

After following Fang Jialiang for so many years, this was the first time he saw someone steal unhurriedly in this way on such an occasion... No, it was not a theft, but a robbery.

Fang Jialiang's screams gradually subsided and were replaced by heavy breathing.

Ling Zihan picked up the exquisite ashtray and looked at it for a few seconds, stuffed the beautiful trophy into his backpack with admiration, then turned to Fang Jialiang, who was lying on his side on the ground, and asked with a smile: "Have you shouted enough?"

Fang Jialiang's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He became extremely angry and resentful in his panic. He gritted his teeth and said, "You can't run away. I guarantee that I will kill you."

Ling Zihan drew his gun again, pointed it at his other leg and pulled the trigger.

After the gunfire, the room was filled with thick smoke.

Ling Zihan picked up the money bag that Fang Jialiang left on the sofa, untied the tether and looked through it, explaining the facts without raising his head: "You have one last chance. If you still maintain your current attitude, I will shoot and smash it."

Your shoulder. After this, I'll cut off your head and sell it to the United Doctors Association."

Fang Jialiang trembled all over after hearing this. He tried hard to control his emotions and uttered a trill that was trying to calm down but was of no use: "You...you dare..."

The leather wallet contained more than two hundred gold coins. This harvest made Ling Zihan satisfied. He put the wallet away, turned around and stared at Fang Jialiang, who was half dead and as broken as metal garbage, and said with a faint smile: "I'm not you.

The kind of person you imagine. I will do anything for money. So don’t talk about morality and law with me."

"Since you are causing trouble for me, you should have thought that I would definitely retaliate."

As he spoke, Ling Zihan inserted the pistol into the holster, stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, and a flame as big as a football suddenly appeared.

Fang Jialiang opened his mouth wide and stared at the orange burning energy.

The bodyguard in black, who was about to make a move at the critical moment, completely lost his mind. At this moment, he even had the urge to kneel down to Ling Zihan and worship him on the spot.

Outside the open door of the private room, countless onlookers were either shocked on the spot or exclaimed in unison.

"Oh my god, what's that in his hand? Is it fire?"

"Superpowers... I always thought their existence was just a legend, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today."

"Who is in the private room? Who is this guy?"

The noisy crowd is getting louder and louder.

Most of the onlookers were confused. After all, the existence of superpowers was too far away from them and out of the normal range of life. Although the Internet still exists in the underground world, in terms of the amount of information and various aspects of information, the richness is far greater.

Far inferior to the old times, very few people know the word "superpower".

A few guys who understood the seriousness of the situation suddenly changed their expressions and quietly retreated towards the back of the crowd, slowly moving towards the door of the bar.

The bodyguard in black had a fearful look on his face. Although he maintained a barely calm stance, his whole body couldn't help but start to tremble.

Ling Zihan spread her legs and looked down at Fang Jialiang, who was lying on the ground.

"I won't kill you." He repeated what he said before, pulled out the fighting knife, and used the tip of the knife to smear the opponent's soft and smooth face with too much skin care products and poke it gently, leaving a hole in it.

The bright red depression that quickly flooded the metal tip.

"Let's go now! I only want your head, not your body." Ling Zihan placed the blade across Fang Jialiang's neck and cut it twice with a little force. Fang Jialiang, who had no ability to resist, immediately felt that the skin on his neck had cracked and his muscles had cracked.

The feeling of layer rupture was so clear that it expanded and extended to the brain, creating a fear that was countless times stronger than before.

He's going to kill me.

He is definitely not as simple as what he says.

He is turning this terrible thing into reality...no, it should be put into action.

"No, you can't do this."

"Let me go...don't kill me."

"Stop, don't do this. No matter what you want, I can give it to you. Don't kill me!"

Fang Jialiang was horribly frightened, and his strong sense of survival drove him to scream desperately.

Ling Zihan stopped the cutting action and asked seriously: "What can you give me?"

"What do you want?" Fang Jialiang spoke very quickly. He had never been as quick-thinking as he is now. He knew very well that this was the only correct and most satisfactory answer for the other party.

Ling Zihan smiled, not as cold as the devil before, but truly satisfied.

"How much can you give me?" He paused: "Or should I say, how much do you think you are worth?"

"The only money I can spare now is four thousand gold yuan." Fang Jialiang gasped and hurriedly explained: "There is no enmity between you and me. Everything was done by that bastard Luo Biao."

"I promise, everything I said is true."

Ling Zihan looked at Fang Jialiang's face that was smeared beyond recognition with blood, sweat and dirt, and felt relieved.

This is similar to his previous guess that Luo Biao is the cause of all problems.

"Okay, as you just said, four thousand gold yuan. Give me the money first." Ling Zihan has always been a very realistic person.

He didn't lie to Yang Yan. He came here today to "collect accounts."

Fang Jialiang's many damaged wounds are twitching repeatedly, causing an increasingly intense pain.

He knew very well that now was definitely not the time for bargaining. As long as he could survive and save his life, no matter how outrageous the other party's conditions were, he had to accept them honestly.

What's more, Ling Zihan's request was not excessive. He had said four thousand gold yuan, and he only wanted this amount.

The bodyguard picked up the severed limb from the corner of the room that had been blown off and flew to that position. He opened the portable computer according to Fang Jialiang's instructions, entered the account number and password, picked up the still intact index finger from the front of the severed limb, and pointed it at the fingerprint recognition window and pressed hard

go.

Transfer completed.

Looking at the newly added numbers in his personal account, Ling Zihan showed his charming smile again.

"It seems we have reached a settlement." He reached out and grabbed Fang Jialiang's broken shoulder, lifted his body upright from the ground, and asked seriously: "Do you want to go to the hospital now? Or should I send you home?"

In the old days, the boy who stood at the school gate and bullied lower grade students by "plucking their hair out" spoke in exactly the same tone as him.

"...Go to me!" Fang Jialiang has lost too much blood. He feels very bad now and is dying. However, the powerful life support system can ensure that the brain's survival period is extended to forty-eight hours.

Ling Zihan didn't speak, but looked inquiringly.

Fang Jialiang tried his best to raise his head and glanced at the bodyguard in black standing opposite: "He knows the location, you follow him."

Now the situation could not be worse. Fang Jialiang has completely given up the idea of ​​resorting to tricks.

He has his own maintenance workshop.

You should never go to a place like a hospital. It will not bring any benefit except letting more people know about your embarrassing story.

It can be seen that this young superpower is the kind of person who will do anything for money.

He has received the money, which means he has received security.

…

Fang Jialiang's private residence is not far from the bar.

Two hours later, he felt rejuvenated after being immersed in the liquid culture chamber. Although the installation of his hands, feet and limbs had not yet been completed, the reattached biological tissues had begun to function, and his brain's thinking ability had become normal.

He offered to meet Ling Zihan and have an interview with him.

The decoration style of the reception room is not luxurious, it can even be said to be simple and low-key. This changed Ling Zihan's view of Fang Jialiang to a certain extent.

"I always thought you were a very extravagant person." Ling Zihan said meaningfully while sitting on a chair, looking at Fang Jialiang lying in the liquid culture chamber opposite.
Chapter completed!