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Chapter 206 Sin City
What kind of person is Karl, the Lord of Evil?
Fan Liang couldn't help thinking that this would be his opponent, after all, he was about to snatch that pitch-black mecha—the black demon.

"Do you know where Carl is?"

"Of course." Tick said proudly, "I have business dealings with him."

"Oh?" Fan Hao asked curiously, "What kind of business relationship do you have with him?"

"Can you see him anytime?" Fan Liang asked again.

"That... is impossible." Tick scratched his head and said with an embarrassed expression, "The business I'm talking about is that I often go to him to buy... ice... drugs..."

Fan Liang almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Then have you seen him?"

"Uh...uh..." Tick said "hmm" for a while, then said, "No."

Fan Liang clenched his fist silently.

"Hey, brother, do you want to have a bite?" Tick said to Fan Liang with a strange smile, and took out a small bag of ice from his pocket.

"Thank you, no need."

"Really?"

Tick ​​ran to the table, squatted down, pulled out a small knife from the knife holder on his leg, and then took out a grain of ice and crushed it with the handle of the knife. The powder was swept all over the knife and handed to Fan Liang.

"Brother, I can assure you, you will be happy~"

"I don't like this stuff, Tick."

"You really don't want to try?" Tick continued to bewitch.

"I really don't want to."

"I understand." Fan Liang's mind flashed, and he stared at Tick with burning eyes and said, "I understand why you saved me. You want me to be addicted to drugs like you?"

"I...I didn't." Tick was flustered.

"I just like to help others, don't slander me!" Tick yelled angrily, and a little bit of powder was spilled on the knife.

He suddenly became nervous, quickly pressed his left nostril, sucked hard through his right nostril, stomped his feet and cursed shit, howled continuously, he was so happy.

Of course he didn't want to waste it. He lay on the ground with his butt pouted, and sucked the powder that was just sprinkled on the ground. The powder mixed with dust made him cough. Squirt out.

Seeing this situation, Fan Liang really didn't know what expression to show, just when he was about to ask where Carl was, a group of people rushed into the house.

All the houses in Sin City have no doors, and there are no beds inside, just a table and a few chairs, almost all of the same furnishings.

There are more comfortable and soft big beds in the hotel, and there is no charge. Why live in a cold iron house?
Nobody stays in Sin City until it's cleaned up.

"Ryder, why are you here?" Tick woke up instantly, and he asked with cold sweat all over his body.

"You don't seem to welcome me." The black burly man looked at Tick expressionlessly, his blushing was strange.

"How come, how come..." Tick rubbed his hands together, "I was just surprised, yes, it was a surprise."

"Isn't it frightening?" Ryder said sarcastically, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Of course not, how could it be a shock? Haha...haha...ha..." Tick's smile was as ugly as it could be.

"Shut up!"

Ryder scolded heavily, and then said, "Let me ask you, can you pay back the money?"

"This, this, this..." Tick's eyes wandered, not daring to look into Ryder's eyes.

"Still not possible, is it?"

Ryder's cold voice made Tick's hairs stand on end. He knelt down and begged for mercy: "Give me a little more time, and I will definitely pay back the credit as soon as possible."

"Repay? What are you paying back? How many times have you said this? Do you think you can still be trusted?" Ryder snorted, "Also, let me remind you, the money you owe has already multiplied five times .”

Tick ​​looked bitter.

"Mr. Carl doesn't expect you to pay back his money anymore. He asked me to come to you and bring you in front of him. He wanted to see how dare you owe the money and not pay it back. Moreover, he would rather let the money Keep rolling, and don't commit crimes."

"Don't, don't, if you have something to say, don't, don't." Tick hugged Ryder's leg, begging for mercy.

"Is Mr. Carl a man-eating beast? Are you so afraid to see him?"

Of course Tick didn't dare, he felt like he was dying soon.

"Who is he?" Ryder's gaze shifted to Fan Liang.

Fan Liang took the initiative to say: "I am his younger brother."

"You are his younger brother?" Ryder glanced at Fan Liang and said to Tick, "Why didn't I hear that you have a younger brother?
Also, you don't look alike at all. "

"Yes, it's not like it." Fan Liang replied, "Because we are half brothers."

"Oh~ my half-brother~"

"What kind of half-brothers are half-brothers!" cried Ryder.

"Well, they are actually cousins. Although we are cousins, we have a deep relationship. The kind who wear a pair of underpants."

"Okay, it doesn't matter what you do." Ryder waved his hand, and suddenly smiled maliciously, "Since you have a deep relationship, let's go see Mr. Carl together."

"No, no, I'm not going anywhere!" Tick yelled.

"Knock out and take away!"

Ryder bluntly gave orders to his opponents.

Poor Tick was slashed on the back of the neck and passed out instantly.

"What about you?"

Ryder waved his hand in front of Fan Liang's eyes.

"Lead the way." Fan Liang grinned and said with a bright smile, "I want to get to know Mr. Carl, and I won't be as reluctant as Tick."

"You want to know Mr. Carl?" Ryder sneered and said contemptuously, "You deserve it too?"

"I think he will want to know me." Fan Liang quickly pulled out the dagger from the knife holster on Ryder's waist.

After being stunned for two seconds, Ryder immediately pulled out the gun at his waist, sweating wildly. If Fan Liang thought about it, his head would have been pointed at by the gun.

"What do you want?" Ryder yelled sternly.

"I think..." Fan Liang held the handle with one hand and squeezed his head with the other. The hard dagger was slowly bent, and Fan Liang's expression didn't show any effort.

"Now, do you think I am qualified to meet Mr. Carl?" Fan Liang threw the round dagger at Ryder's feet, "Do you think I am worthy or not?"

Ryder was so shocked that he couldn't utter a single word. After a long time, he stumbled and said, "You...you, how did you do it? You, you, you are not from the Guardian Bureau, are you?"

"Of course not." Fan Liang said, "I swear on my cousin Tick, if I am a member of the Guardian Bureau, then he will die a terrible death!"

If Tick is sober, he must be moved to tears now.

"Then how did you do it?"

"Powerful power." Fan Liang said indifferently, "What you see is not magic, but power."

(End of this chapter)