I really don't want to be a male god

Chapter 74 074. I bet you have no bullets in your gun
If it was an ordinary person who passed out, the managers might not even bother, but if something happened to the distinguished guests from outside, they would still be in some trouble.

"Stand still, everyone!" The manager came over cursing, complaining in his mind that those distinguished guests who came here to have fun would cause trouble here if they didn't go to the second floor at this time.

In this underground city where neither sunlight nor law shines, the manager is the law enforcer, controlling life and death, and has a great deterrent effect on these "shady rats".

Seeing the manager approaching, these people quickly gave up an open space.

Wearing a dark green shirt, some obese managers walked up to the fainted "guest", and he vaguely felt in his heart why the clothes of this "guest" looked a bit old?

Maybe he just likes this kind of industrial retro dressing style, he didn't think too much about it.

Could it be that he was frightened and had a heart attack?
There are no doctors underground. You have a bad heart and you have to come here for stimulation?

The manager squatted down his plump body and put his hand on the neck of the "guest" to feel whether the pulse was still beating.

At this time, Zhang Fan walked out from the crowd without anyone else around, came to the space vacated by everyone for the manager, and threw the clothes he had just changed into the air.

Countless pieces of gold leaves fell out of the pockets of the clothes, and the golden leaves were incomparably dazzling under the light, and fell to the ground with a pleasant ding-dong sound.

After a brief silence, the crowd boiled instantly. Under the temptation of huge wealth, how could these desperadoes care about the fragile rules here?

Just like the rats that snatch food from the garbage, the rats that snatch red eyes are not even afraid of people.

The spirits of these people who are struggling to survive in the sewers are like dry firewood that has been drained of moisture. It only takes a tiny spark to fall into madness.

The manager who was squatting on the ground was kicked by someone. He fell to the ground and was stepped on by countless people. His expression was distorted and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The rest of the managers in the hall shouted, yelled, kicked and beat these lunatics, but it didn't help.

Only Zhang Fan walked retrograde among the crazy crowd with the mask on his face, brushed off his clothes after the incident, and hid his achievements and fame.

Hearing the noise from below, many "high class people" who lived on the second floor came out of their houses to enjoy the farce. They didn't care whether these rubbish who had been drained of their money lived or died.

Zhang Fan easily attracted the attention of the managers, and when he was about to enter the hall, he turned his head and glanced back.

This glance met a pair of icy eyes like wild beasts. Gao Yu, the king of the underground world, was standing on the second floor, silently looking down at him with his arms crossed, and also silently looking down at the chaos below, as if everything happened Nothing to do with him in general.

Zhang Fan touched the mask on his face, then hurriedly turned his head and ran towards the hall. It would be troublesome if Gao Yu caught up.

After getting the "spiritual perception", he is at least [-]% sure that he can defeat Shang Gaoyu, but this is his territory.

The hall was empty, some managers went to maintain order, and a few brought vicious dogs to search for intruders on the ground.

But the appraiser who was supposed to leave lowered his head and wrote something on the paper. When he saw Zhang Fan coming out with a crumpled mask on his face, he hurriedly hid the piece of paper in his sleeve.

But it is impossible to hide this from Zhang Fan, who is always in a state of "spiritual perception". He walked over without any nonsense, and directly read the mind of the appraiser.

He originally thought that it was impossible for an appraiser to know too much, let alone an old man.

But he didn't expect that this inconspicuous appraiser was actually the undercover agent of the Gao family staying here to transmit information to the outside world.

He can come in and out freely, and when no one is paying attention, he will record some major events that happened here, and then secretly hand them over to a person named Gao Zhenhai in the Gao family.

At the same time, the Gao family will "reduce the population" here on time, and send people to take away the "rats" who have been drained of money and slept in the sewer.

That's why although the place is small in scale, people keep coming in but it has never been filled.

And these memories, the owner Gao Yu here is actually unaware, or as a person who is not mentally sound at all, he is just the controller of this underground world in name, and there are other people who really manage all this. people.

Zhang Fan pointed to the Patek Philippe that the appraiser put into the glass window, and the appraiser handed over the watch with interest.

In order not to have his identity suspected, he randomly pointed out a few luxury goods stored here, including necklaces, watches, and diamond rings.

Then he took back the mobile phone he had stored, and took the remaining few mobile phones away with him in the same way.

He didn't delve into the identity of the appraiser, which has nothing to do with him.

After getting the things, Zhang Fan walked towards the passageway where he came.

After a night of investigation, he finally found a breakthrough, and that was Gao Zhenhai.

He didn't know who Gao Zhenhai was, but he had heard of Gao Zhentian. The two names were only one letter different, and their identities were obvious.

If even Gao Zhenhai didn't know the truth about the murder of Gao Yu's mother more than ten years ago, Zhang Fan had no choice but to give up the mission and wait for the mission to be refreshed a month later.

There was a password door between the passage and the dungeon. Zhang Fan easily entered the correct password, which he had memorized when he came.

……

Pushing open the big iron gate, Zhang Fan took a deep breath. The air in the underground world is not very good.

But he obviously forgot that there was a garbage dump at the top, and the air quality was even worse.

There are lights and dogs barking in the distance, probably to search for the person who invaded. After searching for so long, they haven't found it. It seems that this person should not be simple.

With the help of "hidden and concealed skills", Zhang Fan easily dodged the flashlights that swiped over from time to time.

With the help of the dark night and the cover of the surrounding buildings, he touched the front of the black Santana little by little.

Just as he was about to take out the car keys from his pants pocket, Zhang Fan looked confused.

He found that there were two people lying on the ground where he parked.

Before he could react, a tall shadow pounced in the darkness, but Zhang Fan was obviously not like those ordinary guards, who were so skillful.

He moved sideways in an instant, when the moon happened to pass through the dark clouds, and he saw a pair of white teeth smiling at him, and at the same time said in a dialect: "If you move again, I will shoot. If you are sensible, just take the car key." Hand it over."

Seeing the cold gun barrel pointed at him, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. What he was stunned was not his own situation, but that this old black was too good at hiding, right?

Just now, he was driving "Spiritual Perception" and didn't even notice him.

It seemed that the intruder was him, he was simply a god who perfectly blended with the night, as long as he didn't laugh, no one would find him.

No wonder the underground group of managers hadn't found him for so long, and they were led astray.

If he hadn't smiled, Zhang Fan might not have felt that there was another person here face to face.

But it only made Zhang Fan stunned for a moment, then he stared at the black muzzle of the gun, and said quietly: "I bet you don't have any bullets in your gun."

(End of this chapter)