Weird Resurrection: From Teddy Bear to Dread Bear!

"Huh?"

After saying this, Xing Tao walked straight to the bar.

He looked at it for a long time, took down a bottle of wine, opened it casually, and took a big gulp: "Really rich."

As expected.

They are still rich, one mission is worth tens of millions. Basically, all the money in this world is earned by businessmen, and in this era, these businessmen will channel 90% of their money to these Ghost Hunters.

Therefore, the clubs are all extremely wealthy, with a net worth of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.

Compared to them, it's like heaven and earth.

However, everyone has different beliefs and seeks different things.

"Official Night Watcher?" The effeminate man frowned, looking at the document next to him.

After only a few glances, his face changed, and he slammed it aside.

He stood up abruptly.

"What does this mean! Does the government now want to ban us, the unofficial Ghost Hunters?"

Xing Tao took two gulps of wine. He didn't like to talk, but glanced at the side.

Naturally, someone came forward and said, "No, it's just that the situation in H City is special. The government needs the help of unofficial Ghost Hunters, so this document was issued. You have to sign it whether you want to or not."

"The Night Watchers act first and report later, authorized by the government."

For the entire Great Xia Kingdom, it hasn't reached that point yet.

The overall strength of Ghost Hunters in H City is not strong. According to official statistics, the unofficial clubs don't even have a B-rank.

Looking at those in the capital, many clubs have B-ranks, and some families even have A-rank experts.

Calling them is just to add manpower to solve some minor anomalies and search missions.

Xing Tao held the wine bottle in one hand and pointed at him with the other: "Sign it. This document is only temporarily for you and is invalid elsewhere."

The person in charge of Red High Heels also picked up the document, and his face became very ugly after reading it.

"What era is this? Does the government allow you to do this?"

Xing Tao finished a bottle of Louis XIII in three gulps and let out a burp: "Stop talking nonsense. Here, I am the government. I'll give you one minute to sign, and then within ten minutes, call all the Ghost Hunters here to sign. Otherwise, I'm going to lose it."

This was the most Xing Tao had said in the past half month.

After speaking, he opened another bottle of good wine and drank it himself.

The others looked at each other, then turned their attention to the heads of the two major clubs.

What the hell? Let them join the Night Watchers? Is that possible?

What kind of people are the Night Watchers?

They're people who don't value their lives! In their eyes, their lives are not even as valuable as a random old woman on the street.

They're the first to rush in when something happens, and when there's danger, they always tell their teammates to run while they hold the line.

What merits do we have? Our minds are only filled with the idea that we are the most important!

"Sorry, we can't sign. I don't believe you really dare to kill someone!"

The effeminate man slammed the table and stood up coldly, "You can drink the wine here as you please. Just leave after you're done."

Someone followed him, but as soon as he took a step, a gust of cold wind swept over.

The others turned their heads sharply, and Xing Tao had already made a move.

His speed was so fast that he was in front of them in the blink of an eye.

His muscles were like coiled dragons, and his figure was like a high mountain, standing in front of the effeminate man.

The cheekbones on his face were very prominent, like two sharp blades, and his eyes glared at the other party like a tiger.

"One more step, and people die, and the anomalies are contained."

Naturally, someone hurriedly took out a pure gold containment box. As soon as Xing Tao made a move, they would immediately start containing.

The effeminate man took a step back sharply and glanced at the Red High Heels manager.

Also unwilling to show weakness, he said, "Are you sure you want to make a move here? We have more than a dozen people here!"

Xing Tao twisted his neck and turned his head: "Go back and prepare more than a dozen containment boxes."

The others nodded and ran out without looking back.

Then, Xing Tao smiled coldly: "If the research hadn't been not completely successful, I wouldn't even bother talking to you."

As soon as the voice fell.

A fist slammed over. Reason? My reason is my fist.

Bang—

The moment Xing Tao made his move, his bones began to spread and wrap around, entangling the flesh.

It was like a layer of armor.

At the same time, there was something protruding from the position of his spine, but he did not use it.

As soon as he made a move, the effeminate man couldn't bear it. Everyone from the White Rope Club went up together, while the others from Red High Heels watched the show from the side.

Three minutes later.

Everyone was lying on the ground, and the effeminate man's hands were broken. The anomalous aura in the entire room permeated wantonly.

Xing Tao continued to sit at the bar and drink.

Before long.

The Night Watchers at the door returned, but along with them was a man with a receding hairline.

Su Jinlong held an umbrella and looked around with a smile: "Sorry, it's raining outside, so I'm a little late."

"What's going on? I asked you to sign the document, why did you start fighting?"

As he spoke, he hurriedly went up to help these people up: "Sorry, my subordinates are hot-tempered and don't understand the rules. Are you okay? We'll pay for the medical expenses."

He helped them up one by one and then apologized one by one.

The effeminate man's hands had already been broken, and he was furious at this time: "Damn it, so what if you're a strongman of the government? Can you just hit people casually?"

"Leader, why is your subordinate so arrogant? Just because we don't sign? Why?"

Xing Tao put down the wine bottle and looked at him very gently, shaking his head secretly.

You don't know who the real hothead is.

Su Jinlong smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he paused when he heard the words: "You mean, you are all unwilling to sign the document?"

"Nonsense, the Night Watchers are all suicidal, we are not willing."

Bang—

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a burst of dizziness, and the ceiling was spinning.

How did this thing take off?

How did I see my own figure? Where is my head?

Until the moment he died, the receding hairline leader in his eyes had a smile, a kind smile.

He cut the effeminate man in half with one knife, and Xing Tao flew over, grabbing with his big hand, wrapping his bones around, and immediately grabbing the reviving anomaly into the containment box.

Su Jinlong stood up, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket to wipe his hands, and smoothed his hair.

"Okay, now are you willing to respond to the government's call, join our Night Watchers together, and do your part for the country and the people?"

After speaking, he unscrewed the thermos cup and said with a smile: "Alas, I'm old, and I can't help myself when I'm middle-aged. I soak wolfberries in a thermos cup. Everyone, please don't make me do it again. My body is really a little weak."