Chapter 259 Are You Sure It’s Worth This Much?

The smile on the man's face froze suddenly, and the look he gave Meng Zhiyi was somewhat speechless.

He had been stationed in southern Talia for many years and had met countless people, but this was the first time he had met someone like her, whose straightforwardness left him speechless.

"You have no money, and you still want to buy a gun from me?" The man laughed angrily, looking at the indifferent girl in front of him with a playful look.

Not to mention, Meng Zhiyi is the first person in history who is of his age and comes here alone.

Meng Zhiyi pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a bored expression: "Forget it if you don't want to sell it."

Since she couldn't buy it, she would look for any organization nearby and rob it directly, which would save her money.

Anyway, there are no laws here, so she has nothing to fear!

Thinking this way, Meng Zhiyi felt that it was more feasible.

So she was too lazy to continue wasting time with the man, so she put on her mask again and prepared to leave.

"Do you really think that this is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

It was impossible to tell whether the man was happy or angry from his tone, but the big man in charge of pushing the wheelchair stepped directly in front of Meng Zhiyi when he heard it.

The man thought Meng Zhiyi would be afraid, but he saw Meng Zhiyi grabbing the big man's clothes, stepping on his wheelchair to gain leverage and leaping up, then he gave the big man a fierce elbow attack on the head.

The nearly 1.9-meter-tall, big man with a well-proportioned build was knocked down by her with just one move.

The man's eyes widened, his jaw dropping in shock.

Meng Zhiyi patted his clothes, glanced at him and asked, "Now, can we go? Or can I take you with me?"

The underlying meaning of this statement is: I can take you hostage.

The man closed his jaw, swallowed, cleared his throat, and said, "Well... I remembered that there are a few guns in the warehouse that meet your requirements, but I can't get them today."

Meng Zhiyi: "Oh? You know what meets my requirements again?"

Man: “Because it’s cheap.”

Hearing this, Meng Zhiyi raised an eyebrow and said, "Bring your things to No. 108, East City, to find me tomorrow."

After saying that, she pulled at her mask, put on her hat, and left.

The man operated the wheelchair and turned around, watching Meng Zhiyi's figure disappear around the corner.

Then he glanced at his unconscious subordinate lying on the ground, a speechless look on his face.

He muttered, "She looks so quiet, but how can she be so cruel? She looks exactly like someone. Are all Chinese people like this?"

"Call someone to carry him away." The man said to the waiter beside him, then he drove the wheelchair away.

The waiter who was left behind wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling somewhat fortunate that he had always abided by the rules of the service industry and had not looked down on Meng Zhiyi when he served her.

If I offend her, my small body won't be able to withstand the elbow attack.

The man walked towards the luxurious box at the end of the corridor. After entering, he immediately started to complain: "You Chinese people really all know martial arts, right? They are so skilled but so hidden!"

In the private room, a man in dark tactical clothing was sitting on a large leather sofa. At the moment, he was wiping the gun in his hand.

Hearing the man's complaints, he looked up and saw that it was Shen Que who had traveled thousands of miles to pursue his wife.

Standing behind him was Wang Xiao who had also followed him.

Shen Que raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his head to check the gun in his hand.

"Shen, are you listening to me?" The man came directly in front of him.

Shen Que put the gun on the table beside him and asked impatiently, "Why, were you beaten?"

Man: “…Almost.”

I dare not think about whether I would have been the one beaten if he had not been sitting in a wheelchair.

But the man also felt a little aggrieved, because he was obviously the boss here, but just because he said such a mean word, his subordinates were beaten to the ground directly. They really didn't take him seriously!

However, this is just a thought, after all, the real owner behind this scene is the person sitting in front of you.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." The man curled his lips and changed the subject: "Let me talk about you. You didn't come even when I begged you to. Why did you suddenly come this time without even saying hello?"

"What? You want to conduct a surprise raid? Are you suspecting that I will embezzle the money?"

Faced with the man's rich imagination, Shen Kuo closed his eyes, feeling a little helpless.

But he didn't hide it and said directly: "I came to chase my fiancée."

"Puff——" the man who was drinking spat out.

He looked at Shen Que in shock, and his voice unconsciously rose: "What? Chasing your fiancée? When did you get married? Why didn't I know? You didn't even invite me to your wedding?"

Shen Que sighed helplessly and pinched his aching brows.

He asked, "Guess why I said fiancée? Why did I choose you as my partner?"

Man: "That must be my strength that you can't refuse."

Shen Que: “…”

Man: "No, the president of Shen Corporation is chasing his wife... Shen, you didn't let the girl dump you, did you?"

Shen Que's eyebrows jumped, and he gritted his teeth and called the man by his full name: "Leo, you want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, right?"

"Yo yo yo, you're getting anxious. Looks like what I said was right." Leo said this, but his hands were very honestly operating the wheelchair to move away from Shen Que.

As if he was too lazy to talk to him anymore, Shen Que picked up the gun on the table and handed it to Wang Xiao behind him, then stood up and left after saying a few words.

"Hurry up and deliver what I want to the villa."

Leo pouted. For some reason he always felt that the Chinese girl today and Shen Que were just from the same production line.

The tone of their speaking and their attitude towards work are so similar!

The next day, Leo and his men arrived at the address Meng Zhiyi mentioned, carrying a box of guns.

The east of the city is the refugee area of ​​this city.

Since the war, there are no intact cities left in Talia's territory.

Many small cities had already been destroyed in the war, and the surviving citizens could only migrate to larger cities that were less severely damaged.

As a result, many refugees have flocked into several large cities today, forming refugee areas and wealthy areas.

The casino under Leo's jurisdiction is located in the middle area between the refugee area and the wealthy area, also known as the gray area.

The address given by Meng Zhiyi is also the center of the refugee area.

Not only is the environment here dirty and messy, but it is also a mixed bag of people. It is recognized as the most dangerous place in the area.

Not to mention women, even men have to travel in groups.

Ever since Leo brought people here, the look of disgust on his face has never left.

He was a little confused as to why Meng Zhiyi, a little girl, lived in such a place.

"You live here alone?"

In the shabby and small house, Leo looked at the girl in front of him and asked with a frown.

"You ask too many questions." Meng Zhiyi glanced at him coldly, then concentrated on inspecting the goods.

Leo: "..." Why is he so frustrated? He should just shut up, or he'll get mad to death.

A few minutes later, Meng Zhiyi confirmed that the goods were in good condition: "How much are these?"

Leo took a look, thought for a few seconds, then raised his hand to count.

Meng Zhiyi: "30,000? Not bad... I'll give you cash."

"?!" Leo: "NO! It's 300,000 M coins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black muzzle of the gun was already pointed at Leo's forehead: "Are you sure it's worth this much?"