"Hello, who is this?" Fang Zong answered the call naturally, smiling without any hesitation. He didn't need to care who was pretending to be a ghost; he was least afraid of such things anyway.

A hollow sound came from the other side, as if it were coming from a cave, and there was the sound of water droplets dripping.

"Dingdang, you have been attacked by a ghost. You have touched yin energy +1!"

Ninth Sister's voice entered his mind, and Fang Zong also noticed that a wisp of yin energy drifted from Sun Zhilan's side to his side, trying to wrap around him.

Naturally, not a single splash appeared; the yin energy was too low-level.

"Huh? It's contagious?" Fang Zong looked at his phone with a smile, not finding the other party's methods low-level at all. On the contrary, seeing several other people around him taking out their phones and looking surprised, he felt that this ghost's methods were almost the most ingenious he had ever seen.

It's contagious; it spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Although we don't know what evil things this ghost is up to, with so much yin energy gathered together, it's probably not just a few wisps of evil spirit energy.

The opponent is very strong!

Fang Zong held his phone for ten seconds, but there was no response. He was about to hang up when suddenly a voice said, "Why are you meddling in other people's business?!" After that, there were many echoes. It was really terrifying at the time.

He recognized the voice too; it was Sun Zhilan's voice!

Fang Zong glanced at Sun Zhilan discreetly and noticed that she was drinking coffee and her mouth was full.

"How terrifying! I'm so scared!" Fang Zong hung up the phone immediately, his movements swift and decisive. Arguing over the phone was pointless; if you had the guts, you could come and fight openly!

"Finished the call?" Sun Zhilan suddenly smiled, a smile as charming as a flower, captivating all who beheld her, yet perfectly poised.

"Now that you've finished your call, how about I take your pulse?" Fang Zong sat down and raised his index and middle fingers.

Although Sun Zhilan was exceptionally beautiful, a real beauty, she was simply not in the same league as Sophia. Fang Zong didn't have any lustful thoughts; he just thought that since she was Aunt Mei's relative, touching her was a trivial matter.

“Okay, I know you’re studying medicine, but do you also have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine?” Sun Zhilan naturally extended her hand.

Suddenly, Sun Zhilan pulled her wrist away, slammed her hand on the table, and stood up: "Do you think I'm a thirteen-year-old girl?" Her face was full of disgust as she jumped up and down, drawing everyone's attention. She instantly became like a shrew: "I've seen plenty of people like you. No skills, no job, no money! All you do is try to scam young girls by reading palms and taking pulses! Let me tell you, going on a blind date with you is a disgrace to me. People like you will be a poor bachelor for life!"

Sun Zhilan looked at Fang Zong and felt an involuntary sense of disgust from the bottom of her heart, convinced that Fang Zong was that kind of person.

"Calm down." Fang Zong was too lazy to talk to her anymore, so he reached out his hand, ready to just touch her.

Sun Zhilan's face suddenly became more deathly pale, clearly influenced by the ghost's power. The ghost was taking revenge on him, annoyed that he was meddling, but actually he felt quite wronged—it was the ghost who called him, okay?

"Little sister, what happened? Did he bully you?!" Three young men ran out.

Fang Zong saw the leader and couldn't help but pause for a moment. This leader, wearing a dark red woolen coat, was the one who had been staring at him earlier. It seemed that he had misunderstood and that he was not from the Ghost Killing Team.

He touched his nose, and just as he was about to speak, someone entered the restaurant.

"Why are you here?" Fang Zong asked as soon as he saw him, because the man who came was burly with a big beard, and it turned out to be Yang Tiesheng from the FBI.

"Sir, I still want to follow you!" Yang Tiesheng said in fluent Dongguo language, "I really don't understand. You were doing so well as a high-ranking official in the United States, why did you come back to suffer? Okay, I understand your patriotism. I discussed it with Elizabeth and I decided to come and follow you! By the way, your property in the United States has been rented out for a year. There's not much foot traffic now, so the rent is only 600,000 US dollars. I remember there's a limit to withdrawing money in Dongguo, so I brought it all here in case you need it urgently."

The bag in his hand was opened with a hiss, revealing a colorful array of large US dollar bills.

Everyone in Domino was captivated by Sun Zhilan, unable to resist swallowing hard, overwhelmed by the visual spectacle.

"This is different from what this young lady said?"

"I heard that. He's a patriot. He wouldn't even take a high-ranking position from a foreigner. Judging from the attitude of this bearded foreigner, he's not lying. He's calling him 'Chief'!"

"Little sister, are you alright? Is this some kind of misunderstanding?" The three Sun brothers were completely embarrassed and speechless. That person's annual rent was six hundred thousand US dollars, and that was because of low foot traffic. How big of a business could it be? Dear little sister, what did you just say to them?

What a perfect husband! Why did you have to berate him so badly?

Sun Zhilan also sensed something was wrong. She was usually very nice and worked as a flight attendant. She had never argued with unreasonable customers before, so why was the other party suddenly getting angry? Now she had been humiliated again, and she felt a mix of emotions, a bittersweet feeling. She had no way to save face and wished she could disappear into the ground.

Fang Zong noticed that her shoulders were trembling and her face was flushed, as if she was about to cry. He smiled gently and said, "It was my fault just now. She misunderstood." He then offered her a way out.

The deathly aura on Sun Zhilan's face had vanished, and Fang Zong understood: the ghost, unable to exact revenge and fearing his pursuit, had withdrawn its influence over Sun Zhilan. He pulled a banknote from his bag, placed it on the table, and took his leave.

The three Sun brothers quickly apologized and, after seeing Fang Zong out, bombarded him with questions.

"I don't know what happened, I suddenly just can't stand him!" Sun Zhilan was still a little confused. What exactly went wrong with her just now? But one thing was clear: she had been proven wrong.

"Brother, eldest cousin, second cousin, please help me teach him a lesson!" Sun Zhilan cried anxiously, her face streaked with tears, looking pitiful. "When I was little, you all helped me get revenge when I was bullied. You have to help me get revenge this time too!"

“Good sister, they’ve given you a way out.” Sun Gang said with a bitter expression.

"Let's keep things separate. First, let's teach him a lesson for slapping me in the face, and then... well, he's actually a pretty good person." Sun Zhilan suddenly burst into laughter through her tears, her eyes brimming with tenderness, making one feel that if Fang Zong were still here, she would have clung to him completely.

"Alright, let's keep things separate!" The two cousins ​​exchanged glances, rubbing their hands together, and decided to get revenge for their little sister first.

Leaving Domino, you'll find yourself in a bustling old street.

Wherever Fang Zong went, he saw the deathly aura on many people's faces rapidly dissipate. That ghost was quite powerful; it was as if it could see him.

"Sir, Elizabeth wanted to come too, but she found out she's pregnant, so she asked me to let you know." Yang Tiesheng was overjoyed and followed Fang Zong eagerly: "I'm sticking with you from now on, to hell with the FBI!"