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Jiang Lu lifted the rag bag covering his body and sat up next to the trash can.
He quickly took in his surroundings and found himself in a dirty alley.
"Hey! Bro!"
Not far away, several Asians dressed in gang uniforms were looking at him. One of them, who was leaning against the wall, was making incomprehensible gestures at him provocatively.
Jiang Lu quickly went over the mission background in his mind.
West Coast, Vice City, Gangs, Trading Souls...
OK, the password is correct.
Jiang Lu pulled out a revolver from his arms and excitedly pointed it at the kid who was making the gesture.
The other person's smile suddenly stopped, as if he had never expected Jiang Lu to do such a thing.
"Hey! Wadasi doesn't know English, doesn't like foreign things? You mother fxxker!"
As he said this, he smiled a smile that was a hundred times more evil and was about to pull the trigger.
But the man was only stunned for a moment, then asked with a playful smile: "Brother, I was just teasing you, you don't have to be so angry, right?"
The leader also spoke helplessly: "Okay, that's enough, don't joke around like that, it's too dangerous, get ready and concentrate on conquering the Spirit Realm."
Then they saw Jiang Lu was stunned when he heard the word "Spirit Realm": "Ah? Are you exorcists?"
"What do you mean?" The leader frowned, and suddenly thought of something, and asked in surprise: "You don't think we are from the Spirit Realm, do you?"
Jiang Lu's expression changed slightly when he heard this.
He suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was so focused on thinking about the worldview that he seemed to have forgotten to study whether the person in front of him was a native.
"So you were really going to shoot?"
The hippie-looking guy realized something, swallowed, and asked nervously.
“Hehe.” Jiang Lu put away his gun and explained stiffly: “I thought you were natives, and you thought I was joking. Now we’re even.”
"Fuck!" the other party blurted out.
A short man who had been silent was obviously also impressed by the newcomer in the team: "No, you wouldn't pull out a gun casually, would you?"
Jiang Lu shook his head and corrected seriously: "I didn't pull out the gun casually, I pulled out the gun ready to shoot."
Several people were speechless for a moment.
The leader sighed silently in his heart, feeling that he had picked up a big trouble.
Fortunately, as a representative figure among the low-level exorcists of the Chishan branch, he had a very good ability to control his emotions. He quickly adjusted his mood, thinking that after all, he was a relative who was stuffed into the team, so he accepted it.
"Hello, let me formally introduce myself. I am the Sword Bearer."
"Okay." Jiang Lu nodded in understanding: "Then I will be a Trisolaran."
"Code name! My code name is Sword Bearer! I'm not playing role-playing with you!" Sword Bearer suddenly felt that he still couldn't accept it.
"It's just a joke, don't be impatient." Jiang Lu coughed twice and cleared his throat: "I call myself Jiang Bao Chong Lingyu. You can call me Jiang Bao, Lingyu, Bao Chong, or Chong Ling. Of course, I am He..."
"Stop!" The sword-wielder interrupted with gritted teeth: "Are you still trying to make permutations and combinations?"
Jiang Lu shrugged: "Then let's go with Jiang Bao."
The remaining three people looked at each other and began to introduce themselves with strange expressions.
The man with a jolly smile said, "My name is Punk."
The short man then said, "My name is Nut Wall."
The last one, who hadn’t spoken a word from beginning to end, was even more concise: “Water mirror.”
"You are welcome to join our team temporarily." The swordsman deliberately emphasized the word "temporarily" to show his appreciation for Jiang Lu.
After Jiang Lu remembered the names of several people, he gradually got into the state and returned to the topic: "So what do you think about this spiritual realm?"
The sword-wielder thought for a moment and asked, "I want to hear your thoughts first?"
The other people also became serious. They were all aware of the sword-bearer's picky personality and his philosophy of ability above all else. They also knew that this was a newcomer that the captain had forced in front of them to test, so they all showed expectant eyes.
They also want to see how the newcomers will respond.
However, Jiang Lu pouted and said proudly: "Then you say: Prince, please answer."
“?” The man holding the sword didn’t understand but was greatly shocked.
"Please answer me, Prince!"
"..." The man holding the sword began to feel a little nauseous.
"Then you say punk."
"I suddenly don't want to know so much."
"What about you? Potato mine."
"My name is Nut Wall!"
"Okay, okay, you won't say anything, right? Then I won't say anything either."
Shui Jing stared at Jiang Lu who ignored her and wanted to remind him, but then she thought that she would never say that either. She started to struggle and fell into self-consumption.
Chapter 69: When in Rome, do as the Romans do (Sanjiang competes for a position, please read on!)
Jiang Lu is here to slack off, not to strive for success. Not to mention that he really has no ideas. Even if he has ideas, he must not bring them up before he is in desperate situation.
As a dark and shady man who is well versed in the rules of survival of small groups, Jiang Lu knows that he can never overshadow the swordsman.
After all, he came to join this family, not to break it up.
And if you want to slack off, you have to make everyone think that you are a loser, then it will be understandable for you to be bad.
Occasionally showing your normal level can become a plus and gain you unexpected favor.
This is called PUA that lowers expectations!
The sword-bearer took a deep breath and hypnotized himself: The minister said it was a relative, the minister said it was a relative...
“Forget it.” He adjusted his mood and began to analyze in a deep voice: “Let me tell you what I think. This spiritual realm is actually hinting at us that new legends appear every day. These legends should refer to the leaders of the numerous gangs.
The reason why they could become leaders was probably because they made a deal with the devil.
Then a problem arises. If everyone makes a deal, it means that no one has made a deal. So if these leaders want to get more, they have to pay more bargaining chips.
In other words, the devil is gradually turning the entire city into his trading ground by raising poisonous insects in this way, forcing those who have already traded with him to fall deeper and deeper into trouble.
To sum up, I think the most powerful gang leader must be the one who has the closest communication with the devil. If we find him, we can find the devil!"
The sword-bearer was worthy of being the captain. Once he got the topic back on track, the others began to brainstorm.
"In that case, is it possible to lure the devil over to make a deal with us?" Punk came up with a new idea.
"Not good." Nut Wall shook his head. "We don't know anything about demons. They are all bad species that eat people without leaving any bones. Not to mention whether we can successfully lure them, if we rashly attract their attention, we are likely to fall into their trap."
Shui Jing nodded: "Collect intelligence first."
It was Jiang Lu's turn to speak, and everyone looked at him.
"I am a sunny and cheerful boy."
The sword-wielding man sighed. He didn't know how many times he had sighed since entering the spirit realm.
"Anyway, let's get out first."
Before they walked out of the alley, the man with the sword remembered something, rummaged through the trash can, found a ganster-style jacket and threw it to Jiang Lu.
"You must not have studied the Spirit Realm. Except for you, we have all prepared in advance."
He pointed to their attire that had caused Kang Yool to misunderstand them at first, and explained, "If you don't dress like a gang member, it might be troublesome to walk on the street."
Jiang Lu held the dirty and smelly jacket with a strange expression: "I think you can't just wear it randomly. If people think you look like a gang member and you dress differently from them, won't it be more troublesome? My opinion is that it's better not to wear it."
"Hmm?" The man holding the sword was obviously deep in thought, and then looked at Jiang Lu in surprise.
He actually felt that what Jiang Lu said made sense inexplicably.
"Your consideration is not unreasonable. It was my oversight."
Hearing this, Jiang Lu felt a little relieved.
This is the confidence that PUA that lowers expectations brings him!
After thinking about it carefully, they agreed that this was the case and changed into ordinary clothes from their inventory.
Just when Jiang Lu was about to throw away the jacket in his hand, he touched something hard.
After searching his pockets, he actually found a few coins.
He didn't think much about it and put the coin in his pocket.
At this time, several people were walking out of the alley, discussing how to find out the most powerful gang and how to approach the leader.
So Jiang Lu threw away his jacket and quickly followed.
When he reached the road, the man with the sword looked around and then walked into a shop, intending to ask the locals.
Seeing a customer, the blond white boss smiled and asked: "What can I do for you?"
The sword bearer smiled back:
"Hello, I would like to ask what is the largest gang here? And where is it?"
The boss, who was smiling, instantly lost his smile upon hearing this. He drove the men away as if he had encountered some plague god: "Get lost, there is no gang here! Don't even think about getting anything from me!"
Several people were driven out of the shop and stood on the street, looking a little at a loss.
"It seems that the gangs here have stricter control over them than we thought. They dare not say anything." Nutwall said, looking back from time to time at the boss who changed the sign on the door to "Closed" and closed the door after the few people left.
Punk said solemnly, "This is a bit troublesome. They must have threatened in private or something. Anyway, it won't work just by asking around."
Shui Jing remained silent and had no clue at the moment.
The sword-wielding man had a worried look on his face. “Perhaps we should try to find a breakthrough from other directions, such as going to places where gang members often fight, or to their gathering places to capture a few minions and ask them.”
"So how do you find these places?" Punk asked.
The man holding the sword was a little distressed, but obviously there was no good solution.