Chapter 106 One Word Is Enough

Zhou Ze got into the car but didn't rush to drive away.

They had come in three cars. He and Lao Zhang had arrived in this car, Lawyer An had driven one, and Lao Xu had also come in one.

But Lawyer An’s car had been smashed, so if he just drove off, there would only be one car left. So he stayed to wait and see.

If they weren't leaving, some catching up, some dealing with the aftermath, then he would go back to the bookstore and sleep with Yingying.

As a leader, having put in so much effort, getting this little perk wasn’t too much to ask, right?

Who would have thought,

the car door opened,

and two people got in.

One was Lao Zhang, and the other was the red-nosed old man.

The old man didn’t stand on ceremony, directly taking the passenger seat, while Lao Zhang sat in the back, proper and respectful.

No choice,

one was the boss, and the other was his own great-grandfather, Lao Zhang was also feeling quite despondent.

The old man kept cursing "turtle grandson, turtle grandson,"

and now he really had become a turtle grandson…

Lawyer An didn’t come along; he had done ninety-nine steps, and the last little bit had to be left to the boss.

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, tossed one to the old man in the passenger seat, and another to Lao Zhang in the back.

The old man didn’t stand on ceremony, taking the lighter from Zhou Ze and lighting it, taking a deep drag, then exhaling a smoke ring, and then starting to cough, coughing hard, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.

Lao Zhang reached out to pat his back,

feeling like he needed to do something,

otherwise, it felt strange.

"Big brother, I’m troubling you with this great-grandson of mine. I’m just coming up to thank you. I’m a man of principles, and I have to repay the favors I owe."

The red-nosed old man said sincerely.

Great,

the old man was now on the same generation as Boss Zhou,

how was Lao Zhang supposed to face his great-grandfather's sworn brother in the future?

Maybe after this old man hung around the bookstore for a while,

his seniority would drop straight down again.

"It's nothing, it's what I should do. I get along well with Lao Zhang… oh no, with Little Zhang."

"…………" Lao Zhang.

"Good to get along, good to get along, ah, big brother, you don't know, my line is really miserable, I don't know how we can be so miserable.

Starting from me, lining up to sacrifice ourselves for glory, damn it all to hell!"

As he spoke, the old man started to get angry again,

pointing at Lao Zhang, who was just patting his back, and cursing:

"Especially this ingrate, this baboon, this brat, this donkey, this silly roe deer, this leopard cat, this weasel, this black box!"

The nine divine beasts of the Northeast,

the old man spat out eight in a fit of anger.

Finished,

the old man scratched the back of his head, perhaps also a bit of a perfectionist, thinking:

"What's missing?"

Zhou Ze, while starting the car, replied:

"Bastard."

…………

"Yingying, take a look at this design plan. I’ve kept this space for you, to be used as a game room. The space is big enough. Later, we'll find some trendy stuff to put there."

The old Daoist held the design plan for Yingying to see.

"Ah, just keep a computer is enough, no need for such a big space."

Yingying wasn’t particular about this.

"That won't do. Now that we're living in a bigger place, we have to design it with plenty of space. A gym, a theater, all these things have to be set up."

"Old Daoist, you’re really working hard."

"It's nothing, not hard at all."

"Come and try this dish, take a break."

"…………" Old Daoist.

Have to say,

the old Daoist found that Yingying was indeed improving quickly,

at least,

this smashed cucumber was edible.

Swirling his pen, he continued to gulp down water, occasionally glancing at the game broadcast on the TV.

Seeing the score go to three to zero,

the old Daoist felt helpless,

they lost, there was no hope.

The old Daoist wasn't a die-hard fan, just watched when he had the time, happy when they won, and too lazy to curse when they lost.

He couldn't see any strategy or tactical intentions,

only remembered that the players he saw on TV twenty years ago all had abs, but now, they were all just pale chickens.

At this moment, the old Daoist's phone rang, and he answered it with some puzzlement,

saying:

"Hello, this is Lu Fangweng, ah, yes, I know him, what, what, how is that possible!"

The old Daoist hung up the phone,

stood up,

and gasped for breath.

Yingying, wearing an apron, leaned out from the kitchen,

and said:

"What's wrong, Old Daoist?"

In the kitchen,

Buddha Jumps Over the Wall was still stewing.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, no, no, there is something, I’m going out, going out."

The old Daoist went out with his phone,

staggering,

looking a bit dazed.

Yingying looked at the kitchen helplessly,

and said:

"Let's wait for Lawyer An to come back and have him eat it."

Anyway, Lawyer An could drink expired coffee with relish,

so these things,

should be nothing to him, right?

As for letting the boss try it,

Heh,

Yingying was reluctant.

………………

"What exactly is in this turtle grandson’s body?"

The red-nosed old man looked at Zhou Ze cautiously,

his voice,

carrying a bit of care.

Not flattery, but purely because after learning some of the truth from Lawyer An, he was a bit scared and uneasy.

Back then, Lawyer An, after carefully examining Zhou Ze's ghost messenger certificate,

immediately knelt down,

"This humble servant An Buqi greets the boss!"

The red-nosed old man was actually being much more restrained now.

After all, An Buqi was down on his luck, a bare-footed man going all-in, but this one, even if his career and relationships were not going well, was still a patrol inspector.

Not intentionally putting on airs, he was different from An Buqi. An Buqi was throwing caution to the wind, while he hadn't reached that point yet.

Now,

to be honest,

he still wanted to see how deeply his great-grandson was involved with these people.

"Xiezhi."

Zhou Ze simply spat out the two words,

without explaining how awesome Xiezhi was, how powerful Xiezhi was, how remarkable Xiezhi was.

Because that wasn't necessary,

the two words Xiezhi,

were enough to explain everything.

"Xie…………zhi!!!!!!!"

The red-nosed old man almost screamed.

Zhou Ze glanced at the old man with some surprise. If he wasn't mistaken, Lawyer An should have revealed some things about the bookstore to him, otherwise, this old man wouldn't have gotten on his car under the pretense of thanking him for his great-grandson.

Such a big reaction,

did the old man not fully believe it before?

"Come, good grandson, good grandson, let grandpa touch you, touch you."

The red-nosed old man reached out,

and touched Lao Zhang’s face,

making Lao Zhang very embarrassed,

but there was no way around it,

this one was a generation higher than his grandfather,

and if he wanted to dote on his great-grandson,

what could he do?

Could he not cooperate?

"Damn, I thought it was strange before, what the hell was so fierce, even though it entered the body of a fool,

but the fool used it so powerfully."

"…………" Lao Zhang.

"No wonder it couldn't be sealed, it's a divine beast of law, a divine beast of law."

As he spoke,

the red-nosed old man looked at Zhou Ze cautiously again,

and asked:

"You are really that, that, the legendary… owner of the Netherworld Sea?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

The red-nosed old man reached out and touched his chin,

looking troubled.

He didn’t believe it,

Xiezhi’s incarnations,

were countless,

everyone knew that,

as long as it was the public security bureau or court with an administrative number,

they basically had Xiezhi incarnations guarding them.

Getting one and stuffing it in, the risk factor was high, but how to say it, wasn’t rarity valuable?

But that one,

that one,

that one was the owner of the first generation of hell!

Sitting right in front of him?

Still driving the car?

Why was it so unreal?

Was An Buqi tricking him?

Zhou Ze glanced at the old man, he could tell that the old man didn't fully believe it.

This was also human nature, just like getting into a taxi and the driver telling you he was a third-generation official.

You would instinctively feel that he was bragging.

But since An Buqi had arranged for him to get on this car, plus his relationship with Lao Zhang, and most importantly, this red-nosed old man’s principles, were in the same vein as Lao Zhang.

This kind of existence,

was still a genuine patrol inspector of the underworld,

if he could really be recruited to his side,

the benefits would be enormous.

Feng Si'er was still playing hard to get, and to be honest, he couldn't be sure about Feng Si'er's character, but this one was different. This one, as long as he took the initiative to nod and was willing to join,

would truly and steadfastly follow you.

At that time, if there were any disturbances or other matters in the underworld, handling them would be much easier.

Zhou Ze didn’t have too many ideas about the future,

in his beautiful blueprint,

a year from now, he would be basking in the sun on the sofa, reading a newspaper;

five years from now, he would also be basking in the sun on the sofa, reading a newspaper;

ten years from now, he would still be basking in the sun on the sofa.

But to protect his "dream," he had to do something.

He was a person without much security, so the simpleton always laughed at him for liking to bring everything home.

The red-nosed old man suddenly mustered his courage,

put his face close to Zhou Ze's neck,

even sniffing,

seemingly smelling the scent,

genuinely scrutinizing him.

Seeing this scene, Lao Zhang in the back,

felt so embarrassed,

covered his forehead.

Zhou Ze, while driving, thought to himself:

"Hey, simpleton, help me out."

"No…………time…………"

"Someone doesn't believe you're Ying Gou, I don't have any deterrence, lend me your aura to shock them, let them feel what it means to be domineering, this can speed up recruiting followers."

The simpleton didn't answer,

but Zhou Ze felt a surge of heat starting to pour into his limbs,

Zhou Ze smiled slightly,

released part of his body control,

turned his face,

just in time to face the red-nosed old man who was carefully examining him,

in the depths of his eyes,

red light was flowing:

"You… looking… for… me?"

"Ah!!!!!!"

"Bang!"

The old man broke through the car door,

"Thud,"

and fell out of the moving car.