Hearing that everything was alright at home, Fang Zong relaxed, whistled, and lit a cigarette: "Go on, tell me."

He listened quietly, wanting to see what kind of tricks Zhao Changle would pull.

Zhao Changle said with a frustrated tone, "I was harassed by someone in uniform today."

"Huh?" Fang Zong asked, puzzled.

This guy has at least the strength of the first level of the Technique Realm. Although he hasn't absorbed all the energy of the Nine Sons Hanging Coffin, he's not someone anyone can mess with.

Before Fang Zong could ask for clarification, Zhao Changle said to himself, feeling depressed, "This morning, a man in uniform followed me and insisted on checking my ID card. I showed him my ID card, and he said, 'No! The ID card says male!'"

Fang Zong laughed heartily.

“I told him I was a man, but he didn’t believe me. He even touched my chin and said, ‘You’re clearly a great beauty.’”

Fang Zong almost burst out laughing.

Zhao Changle rarely talks about her face; the fact that she looks more like a beautiful woman than a man is a perpetual source of pain for her.

Zhao Changle continued, "Then I said, 'I am a man. If you don't believe me, ask the clinic across the street, or the neighbors. They all know I'm a man.' He still didn't believe me, and he kept touching my chin and even my chest! In the end, I got the neighbors to prove it, and then..."

Zhao Changle paused, then suddenly stopped talking.

Fang Zong found it amusing and asked, "And then?"

“Then, ‘ee-ya ee-ya ee-ya,’ the mental hospital’s vehicle arrived. He went into the mental hospital, and I went back to the bar by myself.”

Hearing this, Fang Zong narrowed his eyes and asked again, "And then?"

"Then it turned out that those wearing uniforms aren't necessarily police officers; they could also be mentally ill! And the one who killed the Iron Demon wasn't necessarily a military officer; he could also be a non-human psychopath!"

With a 'snap', Zhao Changle hung up the call.

Fang Zong shrugged and shook his head.

It seems that news of his killing the Cold Iron Zombie has already spread, which has greatly stimulated Zhao Changle.

They actually dared to confront those two!

Inside the bar in the South, Zhao Changle turned off his phone, removed the battery, downed a gulp of alcohol, and his face flushed with excitement.

Yang Xiaoliu's eyes widened: "You, who were you with just now?"

Zhao Changle laughed loudly, "Didn't you see?"

"I know, but I just can't believe it."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Changle strove his hands firmly on the bar counter with a very manly air: "Even if Fang Zong wants to deal with me, we'll have to wait until he gets back. So, are you convinced now? If not, call them and try calling 'both' of them!"

"Ha!" Yang Xiaoliu laughed.

Not only on this side of the river in Shancheng, but also along the riverbanks in Thailand at this time, it was dusk.

A setting sun casts its rays across the water, half the river shimmering green, the other half glowing red.

Along the riverbank, countless simple sheds and wooden houses stand out against the water, with red bricks and green tiles appearing out of place, like the kind of bungalows with a rustic, eastern feel.

A plaque hangs at the entrance that reads "Cat's Barbecue Restaurant".

The sizzling grill was emitting a delicious aroma, a rare treat in remote parts of Thailand. But the atmosphere was tense. At the table by the door, someone was playing a game of 'daredevil'.

A large, obese body, weighing at least 300 or even 400 pounds, with skin as white as a plump, white pig;

Another person, slender yet capable-looking, is Liu Yonghe, the owner of the barbecue restaurant.

"fire! fire! fire! fire!"

"That's the third shot, fire, Mr. Dongguo!"

"Don't be intimidated by this big fat man!"

Those who enjoy watching a spectacle are never afraid of things getting out of hand. Even though they didn't know the cause and effect of the matter, the Thai diners were still enthusiastic and cheering wildly.

This place is a remote and chaotic area, often filled with bloodshed, but it's a game for the brave, not one that ordinary people dare to play!

Liu Yonghe said in a low voice, "There will be a bullet in the fourth shot. For the sake of our hometown, you can still leave now."

Fatty Zheng chuckled: "It's okay, I was just playing around before flipping the table."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yonghe twitched his finger, about to shoot himself in the forehead, but suddenly turned his head and saw a black-and-white television set on the table behind him, of unknown age, playing a signal that seemed to have come from an unknown source.

Fatty Zheng saw it too, paused for a moment, then patted his belly and burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? Bang!" As he asked, a sudden sound rang out, accompanied by a voiceover. Liu Yonghe had fired a gun.

But the pistol just clicked once; there were no bullets in that shot.

Without waiting for Zheng Pangzi's reply, Liu Yonghe threw the pistol over, took out his cell phone, and started making a call.

Fatty Zheng also took out his phone, holding a gun in one hand and dialing a number with the other.

"Beep, the number you dialed is currently busy."

Upon hearing the notification tone, Fatty Zheng paused for a moment, staring blankly at Liu Yonghe, who was speaking into the phone. He listened intently for a while, then put his phone away and waited for Liu Yonghe to finish the call.

"It's your turn." After hanging up the phone, Liu Yonghe pointed to the pistol.

"Talking to Ah Zong on the phone?" Fatty Zheng laughed as he pulled the trigger.

With a loud 'bang,' the bullet was fired. Fatty Zheng suddenly turned his head, his two rows of big teeth biting the bullet, chewing it into scrap brass with a crunching sound: "So it's like the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and we don't recognize each other anymore. My name is Bai, no, my name is Zheng Daqian. I'm A-Zong's best buddy. You can call me Fatty Zheng or Fatty Bai."

"Liu Yonghe, who fought alongside Fang Zong, and also..."

As Liu Yonghe introduced himself, he gave Fatty Zheng the middle finger and said, "Thanks to you, I'm moving again."

Before moving?

"When you meet new friends, of course you should drink, but be careful,"

Liu Yonghe suddenly turned around, grabbed the Thai gang member who had just provided them with a handgun during the era of gun control, and ripped off his head.

"But be careful,"

He bared his teeth, as if spitting out countless drops of blood, and said, "I could turn into a ghost at any moment, so don't die by my hand."

"Don't worry, I'm immortal."

Fatty Zheng chuckled. Suddenly, a dark aura surged up behind him, like the howling of evil spirits, or the world-destroying majesty of a foreign god.

Two imposing, jet-black arms appeared behind him, one holding a cleansing bottle and the other a large steel ring.

"Honey, there's an amazing adventure in the cave!"

Fatty Zheng chuckled and started making phone calls to congratulate Fang Zong.

"When are you going back to China?" Fang Zong asked.

"Let's do something bad first." Fatty Zheng, panting heavily, said, "Murder and arson bring wealth. I'm Zheng Daqian, and I'm going to make big money. Let's get some foreign exchange before we go back. Be careful, you've made a name for yourself this time, but you still need to be careful."

"Okay." Fang Zong hung up the phone and looked at the flashing lights in front of him.

He was in the mountains and forests, surrounded by darkness and terror. The damp forest seemed like a giant, man-eating beast extending its claws, and when a flash of light appeared, it seemed even more sinister and terrifying.

A large tree was cut in half, and Fang Zong sat on the stump.