Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 18 The Human World
When Quan Heng opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the familiar pavilion, and he touched the unfamiliar black power ring on his thumb during his movements.

Well, it's not a dream.

Quan Heng thought to himself, I can indeed get in touch with science.

She was still sitting in a wheelchair, with the Longjing brewed earlier in hand. Looking at the temperature of the tea, the time was only 5 minutes—the flow rate ratio between the border world and the human world was indeed different.

This is indeed a benefit.

Quan Heng raised his hand and poured the still warm tea evenly on the tea pet.

The gallery pavilion is facing a lotus pond. It was supposed to be the reunion day on August [-]th, but now even the lotus flowers are only remnants.

"Boss!"

The hoarse voice unique to the voice-changing period disturbed the silence, and the young man who came running was not properly dressed in school uniform, loosely tied around his waist, and the candy in his mouth had not yet melted, and one side of his face was puffed up.

"Boss, happy birthday!" He said blessings, threw his schoolbag on the ground casually, and sat back on the grand teacher's chair beside the table.

"At this time," Quan Heng poured a cup of tea and pushed it to him, without any intention of blaming him, "You skipped class again?"

"Who told you not to have a Mid-Autumn Festival holiday in the third year of junior high school? I can't miss your birthday." He drank in a hurry and ran all the way from school, his light chestnut hair was blown up by the wind, and he put the cup and rubbed it casually.

"And I see that many people come to the village today to give presents and celebrate birthdays." Sang Ting held his face with one hand, and poked the chubby tea pet Jinchan with the other, "Aren't you showing your face this year?"

"Until that time, there's nothing interesting." Quan Heng fiddled with the beads, his white clothes lined him with a Buddha-like air and aloofness from the world, as if there was a layer of indifferent affinity naturally surrounding him, making him appear extraordinarily easy-going.

"The old woman talked about the threshold of excitement in biology class today." Sang Ting let go of the bubbling purple sand golden toad, put one hand on the edge of the table, and propped himself up. Make you happy."

The corner of Quan Heng's mouth curled down, and his voice was very soft: "Really?"

"Yes, but this gift I gave, the boss will definitely like it."

Quan Heng looked at him sideways, and the young man's close pupils dilated slightly, revealing the viciousness of excitement and killing.

"I've found the swallowing idiot."

Quan Heng's movement of twirling the beads paused slightly, she looked up at the gloomy sky, and raised her hand to pour the hot tea in the pot on the tea pet.

The wrist is slender, like a translucent white jade.

Sang Ting couldn't figure out what Quan Heng meant, and there was doubt in his words: "...Boss?"

"The weather is tide, there will be heavy rain later." Quan Heng put down the pot, raised his eyes and ordered, "Go and get an umbrella."

……

On the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it rained heavily.

At the alley of Longwu Street, a long-running Lincoln turned into a car. Pi Nao's child opened the window and looked down in amazement, screaming for his mother to watch.

The woman looked down from the window, and there were several black cars in front of and behind the car. The people who got off were all well-trained and uniformly dressed in black suits.

It's not like street gangsters, nor is it the miscellaneous gangs in my impression.

The extended Lincoln opened the spacious rear door and spread out a gentle slope. The pure white ancient umbrella looked like a striking and holy lotus in the dark rain curtain, covering the ignorant rain, and the woman could only vaguely see it sitting in a wheelchair. The people on the road glimpsed a corner of this ink-like famous painting.

The Buddha beads are warm and moist, people are like epiphyllum, and the spirit is like lotus.

"It's so beautiful!" Wazai pointed at the thin-skinned person in white, just looking at the feeling, he said in surprise.

The sound attracted attention, and the group of people stared at them almost at the same time, and someone wanted to come to this building vigilantly.

The person in the wheelchair turned his head to look at him, and his eyes were warm even through the rain curtain, and he raised his finger to dispel the idea of ​​his subordinates.

Only then did the woman realize that her back was covered in cold sweat, and she hurriedly pulled the child's back collar to close the window: "Go and spread your homework! See what he's doing! Hit him with a broom, do you hear me?!"

……

"Boss, really don't need to solve it?"

"Children are just curious." Quan Heng closed his eyes, "Don't add to the superfluous."

Only then did the subordinate shut up, and steadily pushed the wheelchair into the narrow alley.

The rain was heavy, and the blood smeared far along the water to the side of the alley.

There were a few men lying sideways by the alley, and the rest rolled on the ground, and quickly got up to beg for mercy:
"Second Master! Second Master, please spare me. I'll send that batch of goods back to you right away!"

"Send it back?" Sang Ting sneered, squatted down and pulled the man's face up, "You dare to swallow my boss's goods, you are not small."

"It wasn't my idea! It wasn't my idea! It was the young master of the Quan family! It was the young master Quan who asked me to do it!"

Sang Ting paused and frowned: "The young master of the Quan family? That bastard Quan Lin?"

The sound of the wheelchair attracted attention, and Sang Ting got up to meet him: "Boss."

Everyone else lowered their heads and narrowed their eyes.

"Boss," Sang Ting took the oil-paper umbrella and took the position of his subordinate, "The one surnamed Ge said...it was Quan Lin's idea."

"Quan Lin?" Quan Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Ever since Lanzhuang developed, pocketed all the business in the border area of ​​Gujiang City, and settled in Gujiang, the headquarters of the Quan Group, the Quan family rarely took the initiative to cause trouble.

What's more, the last time, because of his second daughter-in-law's cheating and the fact that his teenage grandson was from a foreigner's family, Mr. Quan lost his momentum.If you don't hurry to find medicine to continue your life, why bother?
"Yes, it was Quan Lin's idea! Listen to me!"

Ge Xuan twisted his body, and crawled towards Quan Heng as if clutching at straws.

"Quan Lin said that the business of Lanzhuang has blocked the way of making money for the Quan Group in recent years. It is the thorn in the flesh of Mr. Quan. As long as I deduct the goods from Lanzhuang and stop your business on the road, he can take the opportunity to take the company To expand and make performance, it happens that Chairman Quan wants to make a will, so he can share more inheritance, and even get the position of CEO of the company!"

"It's not enough to make things happen, but it's more than ruined things. It's a beautiful idea." Sang Ting sneered, "It's better to find a way to let the old man surnamed Quan live a few more days, and maybe give him the CEO directly when he's happy. How easy it is."

"What the second master said is true! What you said is true!"

Ge Xuan repeatedly responded, "And this batch of goods, he planned to give to the people of Lao Tuo's family in Miaojiang tonight, asking for some Gu worms to continue their lives! It is said that they were dug out from the ancient tomb a few days ago, It can make the person who is infected by the voodoo obey the orders of the vomiter. Although this is a fairy tale, it is no different from what the little second master said, the little second master is a god!"

"Miao Jiang's thing?" Sang Ting looked at Quan Heng.

"Boss, if we deliver it tonight, there is still time for us to go now - I will take people to robbery."

"I'll lead the way for you!" Ge Xuan got up and approached Quan Heng trembling in fear, "I'll lead the way for the second master, and I'll bear all the compensation by myself. If you spare me this time, I..."

"Fuck you!" Sang Ting kicked away Ge Yao who hit the wheelchair.

"Okay, don't be so grumpy."

He wanted to make up again, but Quan Heng said, his voice was gentle and peaceful: "How many times have I said that harmony makes money."

"That's right, harmony makes money!" Seeing Sang Ting withdrawing his hand, Ge Yao hurriedly crawled back, "Harmony makes money! You are right, your Bodhisattva is compassionate and generous!"

"What about this batch of goods, we don't want them anymore. As for the compensation..." Quan Heng curled his lips slightly, and leaned slightly to look at him.

The dark pupils smiled, reflecting Ge Ling's face of unbearable fear, and his voice was gentle:

"Save your life."

Bone-piercing and cold murderous intent suddenly appeared, and the verdict was handed down lightly and horribly.

"Boss! No, boss!"

Ge Ling scratched the ground in horror and screamed, and the people around immediately stepped forward and dragged him away: "I know I was wrong, I don't dare to do it anymore...Ah!!"

Buddha beads around the palm are decorated with blood like plum blossoms.

The plain white ancient umbrella was raised slightly, and the jade beads on the fingertips slowly slid onto the blood-colored tourmaline. The people under the umbrella watched the traitor's pale struggle until the screams stopped and there was no more sound.Only then did he lower his eyes to notice the blood that was inadvertently splashed on the Buddha beads just now.

Palms have been stained red.

Quan Heng stretched out his hand nonchalantly, watching the blood stain drip from his hand in the fading rain curtain, and then smiled silently.

Sang Ting returned the umbrella to his subordinates, squatted down and wiped Quan Heng's hands with a handkerchief, and looked up at her as if asking for credit: "Does the boss like my birthday present?"

Quan Heng reached out and tapped his head, "I like it."

Before he could be happy, he said again: "I like you better if you passed all subjects in the mid-term."

"Boss..." Sang Ting froze instantly.

"Go back." Quan Heng stroked his wet hair, "The moon will come out after the rain stops. Don't you want to eat mooncakes and cakes?"

"Then are you staying at the manor tonight?"

"No." Quan Heng glanced at the mess not far away, his eyes darkened, "I'm going back to Quan's house, I can't be absent tonight."

(End of this chapter)