Old Wang laughed and said, "There's a pink-clad woman in Fengcheng Ancient Town. She has great potential and is a good spirit, but she insists on killing someone, and we have to protect that person from her killing him."
It's contradictory, but not complicated.
Fang Zongcai, unwilling to tolerate a spirit that wanted to harm people, said directly, "I'll kill her."
Old Wang: "..."
"Then tell me directly how you plan to plunder the sealed-off area!"
Old Wang: "..."
Forget it, I'm not going to say anything more. Why do you always choose to hang out in dangerous places?
Old Wang paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let's get your entrance background music sorted out first."
Fang Zong blinked upon hearing this.
The entrance background music is the same music played when a magic-level general enters the scene; it's very classy and also quite effective.
Upon hearing the music, a martial arts master at the Dharma level would know which powerful expert at the Technique level had arrived, and could then choose to fight desperately or try to save their own life.
But there's one problem: he hasn't found a song he likes yet.
"Random, I guess." I answered decisively.
Then comes the anticipation.
Fang Zong was really looking forward to seeing what kind of background music he would have. Wouldn't it be super classy?
"Alright then." The title of "suit-wearing thug" was random, so Old Wang wasn't surprised.
He said directly, "Then I'll randomly select one, you listen."
Fang Zong agreed and placed his phone in the middle of the steering wheel.
The Land Rover that Luo Xiaoxia gave him was quite nice; it had luxurious and comfortable features, and attention to detail was evident, including a suction cup for placing a mobile phone in the center of the steering wheel.
Of course, you can't imitate it.
The driver's side airbag is hidden in the middle of the steering wheel. Once it deploys, the phone will be launched like a cannonball.
Fang Zong wasn't worried about that and continued driving.
Music began to play, the first song:
"I swagger around like a madman, scaring the little minions half to death. Being a fourth-rank official—free and easy!"
A gluttonous, greedy, and playful villain who is insatiable, shameless, and arrogant.
"...A villain with his nostrils pointing to the sky?" Fang Zong's lips twitched.
Mr. Wang, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You must have done it on purpose, right?
Immediately pass: "Next!"
"Alright, let's continue with randomization." Old Wang also felt it wasn't quite right.
Then the music started, the second song:
"He's strong enough to uproot mountains and rivers, he's good at eating, drinking and having fun, but he only has a skullcap and no head."
The girl threw herself into my arms, and I was just what I wanted—to flirt with her is the most glorious thing ever!
"Damn it, I don't have a head?" Fang Zong was speechless.
Old Wang was speechless with emotion, and suggested, "How about we stop using random numbers?"
"Again!" Fang Zong refused to believe it!
Then the third song:
"Open the door, open the door, open the door..."
Fang Zong: "..."
Old Wang: "..."
Fang Zong finally voiced his doubts, finding the timing too coincidental, and asked directly, "Old Wang, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"Absolutely not!" Old Wang denied decisively.
"Let's do it again! The last one! Whatever comes up randomly, this is it!"
Fang Zong was utterly speechless. Things shouldn't happen more than three times, and he'd already gone past that three!
There are so many great songs in the world, why give him all this kind of garbage?
Just then, the fourth song came out. It was "Cool Breeze Has Nature," and it was the female version, the one with the beauty that could shame the moon and flowers.
Fang Zong covered his face.
You're giving me a song about women in the throes of first love? And one of those that Emperor Chen Wu recommended?
What the hell is that entrance background music?!
Good heavens, I'm impressed!
Old Wang suppressed a laugh: "Change it?"
Fang Zong kept his word: "No, this is it!"
Old Wang was shocked: "This is the female version!"
Fang Zong glared: "I know there's a male version. Change it to the male version, not the 'handsome and dashing' one!"
He really felt wronged.
If it weren't for the principle of keeping one's word, Fang Zong wouldn't have chosen Dicky Cheung's male version of "Cool Breeze Has Sex," as such a rogue lowers his overall standard.
But that's just how luck is; fate is unkind, so I can only make do...
Little did he know that Old Wang's voice trembled as he tried to suppress his laughter, then burst into laughter, then couldn't hold it in any longer. "Little Zong," he said softly, "someone's already using the male version, and he's a level six mage. If you want to take his BGM, either he's dead, or you have to beat him in a one-on-one fight."
"Pfft!" Old Wang couldn't help but exclaim.
Just a few days ago, Fang Zong had to examine his conscience, and now that Fang Zong has suffered a setback, why does it feel so good?
Fang Zong's face darkened: "Randomize again!"
Old Wang also felt that he had to do it again, and soon another song with its ups and downs was sent from the phone.
The melody is melodious yet masculine, and although the lyrics are a bit rough, they exude a domineering aura, perfectly suited to the title of "suit-wearing thug."
Moreover, it's the voice of the late Leslie Cheung.
Fang Zong made the final decision: "This is it!"
Without any complicated operations, the song was quickly sent to his phone.
His phone has special software and a special amplification device; when he plays this music, the singing can travel for miles.
Of course, not now.
The female voice on the navigation system chuckled, "Congratulations, Dad, this song is great!"
Fang Zong was too lazy to pay attention.
"Congratulations, Dad! Leslie Cheung was so handsome!"
Fang Zong still couldn't be bothered to respond.
"Congratulations, Dad..."
Fang Zong: "The lottery numbers you gave me last time didn't win!"
The female voice on the navigation system promptly shut up.
The vehicle continued driving, kicking up a cloud of dust on the horizon. Fang Zong was driving very fast, but suddenly, the traffic in front of him came to an abrupt stop!
"What happened?"
"Why is the road blocked? What's going on up ahead?"
"It's dangerous! Anyone with a big dick want to go check ahead?"
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