Chapter 273 The Signal-Shielding Chamber
In the dim candlelight, Zhang Yan and the cold-blooded man stared at each other.
The man stared at him for a moment, then suddenly sneered: "Heh, this time Old Dog Chen sent you, a greenhorn, to deal with me again? Go back and tell him that I would never collude with him."
Zhang Yan pointed to himself: "A hothead? Me?"
What is this person saying?
Why can't he understand?
Who is Chen Laogou?
Also, which district is he in now?
Moner closed his eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.
Zhang Yan was even more confused. He opened the chat area and looked at it for a while before he realized that he had returned to District 30.
His ability is unique: teleportation (allows him to travel to any area, and each teleportation will grant him a rare item. Cooldown: 24 hours.)
He didn't know how many times he traveled between different districts, each time being randomly teleported to a certain highway.
Unexpectedly, Old Ma stumbled this time and was teleported to a secret room, where there was a strange, cold-faced man.
Zhang Yan tugged at his hair in frustration. He was in the secret room, but where was his car?
He wanted to ask the cold-faced man where this was, but the man exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, so he hesitated.
The next moment, his eyes lit up.
Oh, right, Mengmeng!
Mengmeng is interested in him and will definitely help him out of his predicament.
Zhang Yan immediately found his chat box with Mengmeng and sent his location first.
Unexpectedly, the message failed to send.
The message says the signal is blocked and you cannot send messages.
Zhang Yan was confused. He could clearly see all kinds of messages from players in the chat area, so why was the signal blocked?
If the signal is blocked, shouldn't it mean that messages cannot be sent or received?
Unable to send the message, he became even more worried. He glanced at the cold-faced man and hesitantly approached him.
Moner suddenly opened his eyes, his expression unfriendly: "Why are you still here?"
Zhang Yan: "My name is Zhang Yan. I am 24 years old and a fitness coach. I have eight-pack abs and am 183 cm tall."
A brief look of confusion crossed Moner's cold face, but he quickly regained his composure: "Playing dumb won't work on me."
Zhang Yan explained dryly, "Uncle, I'm not a bad person."
Moner scoffed: "Your IQ is only that of a three-year-old? Otherwise, why would you think I would believe your nonsense?"
Zhang Yan: "...Where is this?"
Monel said coldly, "Are you blind?"
Zhang Yan: "..."
He still asked patiently, "Uncle, why are you here?"
Moner closed his eyes in disgust. "Go ask Old Dog Chen."
Zhang Yan persisted: "Who is Chen Laogou?"
Monel, annoyed by his questions, snapped, "Get lost!"
Zhang Yan: "..." This uncle has a really bad temper.
He silently walked to the corner and began rummaging through his system inventory.
Zhang Yan, a chosen one with extraordinary abilities, would never be confined to a small prison cell.
Just watch, he'll swagger out of here, and then he'll give that icy old man a good thrashing.
The next moment, a sound came from outside the door.
Zhang Yan's hand paused, his heart leaping into his throat.
Oh no, someone's coming!
How can he explain his sudden appearance here?!
Just as Zhang Yan's heart was in his throat, the door was pushed open.
Someone walked in.
Zhang Yan squatted in the corner, trying to curl his body into a ball to minimize his presence.
"Mont, I'll ask you one last time, are you really unwilling to cooperate with me?"
Zhang Yan heard a gloomy voice.
Moner looked at the newcomer with disdain: "Old dog Chen, the shady things you've done behind the scenes will be known to the world sooner or later. When that happens, you will be disgraced and condemned by everyone."
Chen Jinliang shrugged nonchalantly: "No one will know." He clapped his hands. "Yesterday I accidentally caught an old guy who was asking about you."
The next moment, two people escorted the unconscious elderly man in.
Zhang Yan glanced up with very slight movement to confirm that the man was the elderly man, then quickly lowered his head to hide himself.
At the same time, his heart was pounding.
The old man with spiritual strength has a close relationship with Mengmeng and his group, and he is also quite capable. How could he have been captured?
And who are these people?
From their conversation, it seems that the cold-faced man named Moner is on the side of justice.
What exactly is this "cooperation" they're talking about?
Zhang Yan's thoughts raced.
Chen Jinliang didn't notice Zhang Yan hiding in the corner. He looked at Meng Er: "This old man's life or death is in your hands. If you agree, you'll enjoy endless wealth and luxury. If you make any more futile struggles, this old man..."
As he spoke, he kicked the elderly man, saying, "I'll send him to his grave right now."
When Moner saw the old man, his expression didn't soften at all, as if he were someone who had nothing to do with it: "Why do you think I would compromise for a complete stranger like this? Old dog Chen, should I say you're naive or stupid?"
Chen Jinliang was clearly taken aback by his words. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he said, "Since you don't care whether this old man lives or dies, I'll take care of him now. But remember, he died because of you."
He gave one of his men a wink, and the man suddenly drew a dagger from his waist. The dagger gleamed coldly, and he stabbed it into the old man's heart.
Moner: "Wait..."
"Ouch!" A louder voice drowned out Meng'er's voice. Zhang slowly stood up and, without anyone noticing, put on a pair of sunglasses.
He asked, somewhat bewildered, "Where is this?"
Chen Jinliang was shocked: "Who are you? How did you get here?"
This was a secret room he had meticulously designed. How could someone of unknown origin have barged in?
How did he get in?
Has what I did been exposed?
He stared at Zhang Yan, then quickly calmed down: "Who sent you?"
Zhang Yan waved his hands in the air: "Who's speaking?"
Chen Jinliang glanced at the sunglasses on his face and hesitated before asking, "Can't you see?"
Zhang Yan remained calm: "I'm blind. Where am I? And who are you?"
Moner wondered, could this blind man not be in cahoots with Chen Laogou?
Chen Jinliang suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yan, snatched off his sunglasses, and met a pair of eyes that were rolling around.
Zhang Yan: "..."
Chen Jinliang threw away his sunglasses and sneered, "Heh, you've got some nerve pretending to be blind in front of me."
Zhang Yan's face was all smiles: "No, let me explain..."
Chen Jinliang didn't even glance at him, his fat face grim: "Take him away!"
So, Zhang Yan was dragged out of the secret room by two strong men in a very disheveled state. Although the process was not satisfactory, how could it not be considered that he had walked out of the secret room?
As for the elderly man who had fallen into a coma, he was temporarily locked in the secret room because of Zhang Yan's interruption.
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