As this sound rang out, the lightning chain in Li Ze's hand suddenly shattered.
Moreover, the lightning around him seemed to have gone out as if the power had stopped; it flickered for a moment and then went out completely!
The eyes of the official agents all turned to Old Duan.
"Old Duan, this is..."
Old Duan looked solemn and murmured out an identity.
"He is... the manager of Martyrs' Cemetery No. 117."
"Old man Duan, don't you know this is my territory? *slurp*"
Everyone's eyes suddenly flickered, and then they saw a figure gradually solidify from the illusion.
The man was holding a disposable lunchbox and slurping down his fried noodles.
This scene shocked everyone.
Is this something a master could do?
Meng Zhengyang didn't seem to care about these players from the Spirit Realm. He ate his food and complained as if he were having a casual chat.
"I lost my promotion match today, three games in a row, and I'm really angry!"
Everyone was confused. What did this mean?
Looking at the messy room, Meng Zhengyang wiped his mouth without any regard for his image, then rubbed the oil from his hands onto Chairman Long's expensive suit.
"Damn it, I want to kill someone right now!"
The businessman-looking Chairman Long didn't dare to utter a sound, because he felt a huge threat.
Not only him, but no one else dared to speak.
Even a glance at Meng Zhengyang would send a chill down one's spine.
Chen Chu's eyes widened at this moment, "Uncle Meng?"
He still thought Meng Zhengyang was just a gravedigger who liked to play video games.
Meng Zhengyang smiled.
"I didn't expect you to actually awaken, haha, good, very good! From now on, when you make money, you'll treat me to all the good food and drink!"
Pfft!
As he spoke, Meng Zhengyang flipped his hand and injected a needle directly into Chen Chu's chest!
Chen Chu hadn't even seen what it was yet.
I felt a cool sensation.
At first glance, it was discovered that Meng Zhengyang was holding half a syringe of green liquid in his palm.
"Half a syringe is enough for you; this stuff is very expensive."
After the needle was inserted, Chen Chu was somewhat surprised to find that his injury was healing rapidly!
The flesh and blood themselves are healing in a wild, invasive way.
"Uncle Meng, what is this?"
"This is a healing potion; consider this half-tube as what you owe me!"
Meng Zhengyang didn't say much to Chen Chu, but turned to look at Li Ze and ate his fried noodles with gusto.
Li Ze subconsciously took a step back. "I... I am a member of the Li family. Senior, I had no intention of offending you..."
"What I dislike most is your Li family."
Meng Zhengyang raised his hand, and a beam of light shot out.
puff!
Li Ze felt something fall on him, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"I'm suspending your abilities for three months as a warning. If you enter a dungeon within those three months, you're out of luck."
Li Ze stared in shock and horror at his hands, unable to generate even a trace of electricity.
"My abilities, senior, you..."
Meng Zhengyang couldn't be bothered with such a small ant.
His gaze fell on Elder Duan and the others, his voice carrying a warning.
"This is my territory. You came here today without even saying hello to me?"
The group looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
Among the crowd, only Old Duan knew that Meng Zhengyang was Manager No. 117 and had a general understanding of his identity.
But no one else knew that such a powerful expert was hiding here.
If they had known, they wouldn't have come today.
What do you want?
Chairman Long asked first.
"You vandalized my house. Tell me, shouldn't you compensate me?"
At this moment, Meng Zhengyang put the fried noodles aside and used the white handkerchief from Chairman Long's chest to wipe his mouth.
Chairman Long's lips twitched; he had never seen such a shameless person before.
Even more shameless, after wiping, Meng Zhengyang stuffed the white towel back into his shirt pocket.
"Ten million worth of materials per person, or you can pay with your life!"
Meng Zhengyang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He looked at everyone without any politeness.
"What arrogance!"
The monk, who had been silent until now, spoke up. He put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra.
"Amitabha!"
As soon as he finished speaking, those words seemed to materialize, transforming into golden light that hurtled towards Meng Zhengyang.
"Make a move?"
Meng Zhengyang clicked his tongue, then waved his hand lazily and said.
"Monks are not allowed to speak here!"
The imposing characters shattered instantly, turning into light and shadow and disappearing.
The monk's eyes were filled with shock and fear.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
Chen Chu watched as the monk's mouth moved continuously, but no sound came out, like watching a silent film.
"Ten million worth of materials, or, the monk will be the first to die!"
After Meng Zhengyang finished speaking, he noticed that the monk's eyes began to darken.
Moreover, his skin gradually dried up and shrank, as if his life had been drained away.
Bang!
The monk flipped his hand and threw down a shiny lump of iron.
Meng Zhengyang raised his hand and the iron lump disappeared.
Then he laughed and said, "Get lost!"
The monk left without looking back, vanishing in a flash of light.
Everyone present witnessed Meng Zhengyang's methods.
The businessman, dressed as Chairman Long, murmured, "Could you be the one from back then...?"
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