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"How is it possible!?" Zhao Minghai stared wide-eyed, holding the photo and exclaiming.

The picture captured in the photo is not very clear, but it can still be vaguely seen that this is a picture of a bald man kicking over a car.

"How could human beings have such great power?" Zhao Minghai frowned, and the brows were tightly knit together.After hesitating for a while, he doubted: "Could it be, is it natural divine power?"

"Boss, I think it probably won't be a person born with supernatural power." The guy who took the photo looked at his boss and said, "We have investigated, and this person was an ordinary gangster before, very ordinary, and it is unlikely that he will be a person with natural supernatural power."

"Besides, there is a limit to innate divine power. It's really impossible to do something like this." After the man finished speaking, the guy kneeling in the middle added.

"Could it be a mutation?" The guy who was kicked before asked.

The guy who took out the photo glanced at him, and said, "This is not a science fiction novel. Where can there be so many variations?"

"." The kicked guy consciously shut up and stopped talking.

"Then what do you think is going on?" Zhao Minghai flicked the photo with his fingers, looked at the two and asked.

When the two heard the words, they looked at each other, as if they were asking whether it was you or me who spoke.

"Say it!" Zhao Minghai said, frowning.

"Yes, yes." The guy who took the photo nodded repeatedly, and whispered: "Boss, I doubt it. This is a gift from the gods!"

Zhao Minghai: "!!!"

The guy who got kicked: "???"

"Gift from the gods!?" Zhao Minghai's tone was low.He is not a fool to be able to sit in this position.There are some things that he can't figure out at first, but as long as he makes a little effort, he can draw inferences from one instance and know a lot of things.

Indeed, if this is a gift from the gods, then it makes sense that this bald head has such power.At the same time, if it is a gift from a fairy god, it must be done by the fairy god himself.And if the immortal gods do it themselves, with their mortal methods, they will naturally not be able to detect whether the immortal gods have left.
Then, naturally, they would not be able to find out anything about those who engage in intelligence.

"Immortal God." Zhao Minghai frowned angrily, and the photo was crumpled by him.

"Boss." The person kneeling in the middle said: "I suspect that this newly emerging small organization was deliberately supported by the gods."

"Coincidentally, the source of the news that the fairy gods appeared here is also from this organization." The person who took the photo said immediately.

"En." Zhao Minghai nodded. He had already thought of what they said.

"It's just." The guy who took the photo said in a daze, hesitantly said: "I can't figure it out, what is the fairy god trying to do by spreading the news of himself here? Could it be that this fairy god is also a guy who is extremely eager for fame and fortune?"

"This subordinate didn't figure it out either." The guy kneeling in the middle sighed, feeling that his head was too big.

Logically speaking, shouldn't immortals and gods be indifferent to fame and fortune, living in the world of mortals without touching themselves?

Why is the deed of this fairy god so incompatible with human cognition?
"Longing for fame and fortune? Heh." Different from the two who were racking their brains and still looking confused, Zhao Minghai sneered, seeing clearly.

"He just wants to put some pressure on me." Zhao Minghai stared coldly at the photo in his hand, and said slowly: "There are more people who know where the fairy god is, and naturally there are more people who will help him."

"This..." The three subordinates who were kneeling on the ground peeped at each other. They heard what their boss said about the fairy god, and they always felt that the fairy god seemed to be a cheapskate in the boss's mouth.

"In the end, I don't know if this fairy god is really a fairy god." Zhao Minghai said "heh", speaking in a very cold tone.

"Is there still a fake fairy god?" The guy who was kicked earlier was stunned and couldn't turn the corner.

"Boss means that this so-called fairy god is just a relatively strong ordinary person who has practiced special spells?" the man kneeling in the middle asked suspiciously.

"Of course." Zhao Minghai glanced at this little clever ghost, and said, "How could there be real gods in this world? If there are real gods, then why hasn't anyone seen their existence for thousands of years?"

The "boss" guy who took the photo sighed, and the words came to his lips, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

"Say." Zhao Minghai frowned and said.

"Then I'll just say it straight, don't be angry." The guy who took the photo twitched his Adam's apple, and after organizing his speech, said: "Regardless of whether the identity of this fairy god is true or not, the power he possesses is a real fairy god for us mortals."

"Boss, what do you think?" The subordinate who took the photo said nervously.

"You see it thoroughly." Zhao Minghai looked at this outspoken subordinate and sneered.

This subordinate trembled violently as if he had fallen into a cold cellar.He quickly lowered his head, not daring to say any more.

Zhao Minghai didn't plan to mess with this subordinate because of this unhappiness. As far as work was concerned, this subordinate still liked him very much.

"I understand what you're saying." Zhao Minghai lifted his collar and said, "It's because I understand that I can do things for him."

"." The subordinate who took the photo didn't say anything. What the superior said is always right, and he should never refute it.

However, despite the truth, the subordinate who took the photo still sighed slightly in his heart.

He knew in his heart that what his boss understood was different from what he said.If this continues, sooner or later, he will be killed by that "immortal god".

And it is just so unfortunate that his boss has been fascinated by the extraordinary power that may be obtained in the future, and he can't listen to their advice right now
He glanced slightly at the strong man kneeling beside him, only to see that his gaze happened to glance over as well.

Those eyes are very clear and firm, and it is easy for people to know what his master is thinking.

The subordinate who took the photo also knew something about the story of the companion next to him back then.

His name is Katsuragi Akatsuki, and in the earliest days, he was just a boy next door.

Until later, his father owed huge debts from gambling and was beaten to death in the alley with sticks.Immediately afterwards, his mother suffered from an incurable disease not long after, and could only linger on a hospital bed.

In order to get the money for his mother's medical treatment, he was still young and owed a lot of debts, so he had to steal.

However, his rusty technique was quickly discovered.He ran away, but his mother was found by them
Without parents, I owe a lot of debt.He was underage, but he eventually became a member of the street.

But even so, those debt collectors still refused to let him go, and wanted to buy his organs to pay back the money.

Just when he was caught and was in a critical moment, Zhao Minghai appeared
He said to the little boy, boy, pass the fire?
The boy agreed, and has been following him since then.

After so many years, Ge Chengxiao's gratitude to Zhao Minghai has not dried up.In his words, it is: My life belongs to the boss.No matter what choice the boss makes, I will stand behind him.

"Hey, things are going to change in the organization." The subordinate in the photo sighed in his heart, and withdrew his gaze.

"Old Ge." Zhao Minghai pinched the corner of the photo, looked at the strong man kneeling between the two, and said, "Later, you send the box to the biggest auction house in the city. Remember, don't leak the news!"

"Yes!" The strong man called Lao Ge nodded, and then fell silent again.

After giving instructions to his confidants, Zhao Minghai looked at the other two and said, "Both of you, follow me to the hotel tomorrow."

"Yes."

The two responded.

"That's it, let's go." Zhao Minghai waved his hand and said with a little irritability.

"Yes."

The three barely stood up straight, leaning on two numb legs, and limped out of the door step by step.

In the room, it became quiet again.

Looking up at the ceiling paved with gold bricks and bright tiles, Zhao Minghai's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

"Fairy God."