“That’s right, and I can introduce you to him,” Xue Lei said calmly.
Qin Che glanced at him.
It wasn't that he was afraid of his identity being exposed; his current strength and the large sum of money he had provided him with a high margin for error.
Even when betrayed by Xue Lei, he was able to handle the situation properly.
But without Xue Lei, he would easily be double-crossed if he went it alone.
After all, in a society with such rigid class structures, it's really impossible to get ahead without connections.
Others will just think you're a nouveau riche, and they'll rip you off several times without you even realizing it.
Then they still won't do anything for you, and you're completely helpless.
With the Black Street as a backdrop and the support of the gerbils, Qin Che would be able to open up the situation more easily.
It is necessary to see him.
Xue Lei seemed to see through Qin Che's concerns and said, "You don't need to worry. There are quite a few psychics in the Black Street. The boss likes to befriend people like you. He may not take your money, but he will ask you to promise him something. If he encounters difficulties in the future, he will definitely come to you."
Qin Che suddenly realized,
Psionicists are different from ordinary people.
It is unwise to measure the value of a psychic by money alone.
Xue Lei added, "Of course, if you simply settle in the Black Street, you'll live very well, having everything you could want. But if you insist on becoming a first-class citizen within the inner city walls, the conditions will be much more stringent..."
"We'll only know once we meet, so I'll have to ask you to introduce us," Qin Che said with a smile.
Xue Lei sighed, "I just hope you can keep your promise."
"Oh? Didn't you just say that you were only suited to living in the underworld?"
Xue Lei smiled bitterly: "Who doesn't have some ambition... You killed all my brothers, so I have to leave myself a way out."
Qin Che remained silent.
Xue Lei's reaction was normal.
The person is gone, but those who are alive must continue to live.
Even though they were brothers who depended on each other for survival, it didn't stop him from cooperating with the enemy.
The premise is that this enemy can offer him more benefits.
Here, human life isn't that valuable.
When you see a wide, flat, ascending path ahead, many people will betray even their own family.
Xue Lei's current mood is probably: My brothers risked their lives to win me the opportunity to cooperate with this powerful psychic, and I must seize it.
His feelings for his brothers were genuine.
The honesty with which one faces one's own desires is also genuine.
...
Suddenly, a sharp shriek came from afar.
A deafening subwoofer, accompanied by a sudden buzzing sound from all directions, appeared as several motorcycles rolled over the sand dunes in the distance!
Motorbike gangs!
Xue Lei suddenly became a little nervous, gripped the steering wheel tightly, gave it full throttle, and sped forward at top speed.
The biker gangs started as tiny black dots on the sand dunes, but over time they became increasingly dense.
They emerged from behind the sand dunes.
He was carrying a shotgun, an unlit Molotov cocktail, and a homemade pistol.
Gunshots rang out, 'bang, bang'.
The bullets flew from a distance, struck the sand, and kicked up columns of sand.
The sound of bullets whizzing past Qin Che's ears echoed continuously.
Even more annoying was the subwoofer installed in their car.
Playing loud, thumping music can make your heart beat faster.
"Damn it, it's those thugs again..." Xue Lei roared, turning to look at Qin Che, "Take out the shotguns!"
Qin Che's gaze turned cold, and a faint blue light flickered in his pupils.
"They're too conspicuous, and there's still gasoline in the car. That's dangerous. They're probably just here to rob us, so it's not a big problem."
Despite firing so many shots, the bikers were simply deliberately firing bullets onto the sand around the metal vehicle as a deterrent.
Xue Lei, however, thought differently and said anxiously, "You don't know, these bandits are very brutal. If you encounter them, you're sure to die. Whether they kill you or not depends entirely on their mood. Don't take any chances!"
Qin Che nodded. "Watch my movements. Don't interfere. Just stay out of the way."
Xue Lei turned his head and saw the deep blue light in Qin Che's eyes reappear.
His pupils moved noticeably faster, clearly indicating that he was constantly checking the enemy's location.
The biker gang drew closer and closer, and one of them, carrying a chain with an iron spindle welded to one end, threw it toward the metal car.
Thump!
A muffled thud.
The spindle slammed hard against the metal car body, causing it to vibrate.
Then, with another bang, several bullets struck the other side of the vehicle, causing sparks to fly.
The next second, a crossbow bolt shot out from behind Qin Che's head.
With a whoosh, Qin Che dodged it without even turning his head.
Thirty-six.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Che grabbed a shotgun from beside him, and with a swift movement, disappeared from everyone's sight.
Bang!
The next second, he appeared on the back of the motorcycle closest to the car and blew an enemy's head off with a single shot.
The speeding motorcycle quickly lost its balance, and Qin Che followed suit with a leap, tumbling down onto the sand and speeding away into the distance, his speed so fast that he left a black streak-like afterimage on the sand.
Bang!
Bang!
After firing two shots, he threw the shotgun in his hand, wounding another enemy and causing him to fall to the ground.
Qin Che raised his elbow and struck hard, sending an enemy flying dozens of meters away amidst a swirling sandstorm, crashing into another motorcycle behind him.
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