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Everyone knew the only way, which was to try their luck along the street, but no one said anything.
Jiang Lu touched the coins in his pocket and suddenly had an idea.
"Maybe it won't be so troublesome."
Several people's eyes immediately focused on him.
"What can you do?"
“I don’t know, but I can try.”
Jiang Lu said as he walked towards another supermarket across the street.
A few people looked at each other and followed him, trying their best to save the situation.
Entering the supermarket, Jiang Lu faced the boss's same "What can I do for you?", but he did not get straight to the point like the sword-wielding man, but told the other party: "Give me a box of the most expensive cigarettes you have."
"Okay." The boss took a pack of cigarettes from the top of the shelf and handed it to Jiang Lu.
Jiang Lu opened the cigarette, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Give me a lighter too, the most expensive one."
"Uh..."
Although the boss was confused, he still did as Jiang Lu said.
Jiang Lu lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and showed an intoxicated expression.
"how much is it?"
"Twenty dollars in total."
"Oh."
Jiang Lu bit his cigarette and casually picked up an unopened box of chewing gum on the counter with one hand. With the other hand, he took out three ten-cent coins from his pocket, then took out one and placed it on the counter.
The boss slammed the table and said, "Oh my god, this is not enough. Are you crazy?"
"Don't worry." Jiang Lu smiled, took out a revolver from his pocket and pressed it in front of the boss: "Is it enough now?"
The boss' eyes widened as he realized that Jiang Lu wanted to buy for free, but he had no choice because the gang did not allow businessmen like them to carry weapons in the store.
So he could only raise his hands: "Uh... enough, enough."
"That's enough, right?" Jiang Lu raised his eyebrows and said, "Then why are you standing there? Find the money!"
"Looking for... looking for money?"
Not only the boss was confused, but the four exorcists were also confused.
I thought Jiang Lu wanted to buy it for free, but who knew it was even more outrageous!
The kind-hearted Nut Wall couldn't bear to watch this and wanted to step forward to persuade Jiang Lu, but the man with the sword held him back and shook his head gently.
"So...how much should I find?"
"Heh." Jiang Lu said with a smile: "You are the boss and you ask me? Just give it to me as long as I am satisfied."
The boss finally realized that Jiang Lu was just looking for trouble, so he suppressed his grief and anger, lowered his voice, and said humbly: "I paid protection money to Mr. White, he won't allow you to do this."
"Mr. White?" Jiang Lu didn't care: "Is it very hard? As hard as my gun?"
Seeing him so arrogant, the boss was relieved, as if he was glad that Jiang Lu was not Mr. White's man, otherwise he would fall into Mr. White's hands sooner or later.
He became lively again:
"Mr. White is the boss of the Shark Gang, the largest gang in this city. Of course, he doesn't want us to call him the leader or the boss. Anyway, if you blackmail me, there is no doubt that he will send someone to pry open your door one night and smash your head while you are sleeping!"
"So powerful?" Jiang Lu said, turning his head and baring his teeth at a few surprised exorcists, then looking at the boss again: "I'm from the Iron Armor Little Treasure Gang, specializing in shark peppers, so no one can do anything to me today!"
Chapter 70: Pretending or not?
With the extorted money and information, Jiang Lu walked out of the supermarket.
Exhaling a puff of smoke, he grinned and said, "It's settled."
Although he did not quite agree with Jiang Lu's style of doing things, the swordsman had to admit that his efficiency was indeed high.
"Brother, are you really robbing me?" Punk stared at the cash that Jiang Lu stuffed into his pocket. Thinking of what happened in the alley just now, he became more frightened.
"Do you think I'm joking?"
Jiang Lu smiled and flicked away the half-empty cigarette butt.
Two hooligans happened to pass by on the roadside, and the burning cigarette butt fell right into the collar of one of them.
"Ouch! WTF?!"
The man felt pain and began to shake as if he had been electrocuted.
Jiang Lu didn't pay attention to where the cigarette butt went. He thought it was some street dancer. Since he was in a good mood, he threw a coin at him.
"You danced well, and I give you a reward."
At this moment, the boss, who was planning to close the store and find someone to complain, saw the two thugs through the door curtain. He rushed out of the supermarket and grabbed the two men as if he had found a savior.
"They robbed my store in broad daylight! They didn't care even when I moved out of Mr. White. This is a complete disrespect for the Sharks! Please save me!"
Even though there are only two thugs from the Shark Gang and Jiang Lu has five, the boss is not afraid at all, which is enough to show how important the Shark Gang is in the hearts of these people.
The man took out the cigarette butt from his clothes, looked at it, then looked at the coins on the ground, and finally looked at the few people with unfriendly eyes while listening to the boss's complaints.
"You bastards, why don't you stay in Chinatown? You dare to come to our Shark Party's territory to cause trouble. Are you tired of living?"
"court death!"
As they spoke, the two thugs pulled out a strange-looking dagger from their waist. The dagger was shaped like a shark, and there was a bleeding groove on the blade. Judging from the curvature of the blade, if someone was cut by this thing, it would definitely leave a wound that would be difficult to heal. At the very least, the person would lose too much blood, and at worst, he would die on the spot.
The sword-wielder narrowed his eyes slightly.
Just when I was worrying about where to find the so-called Mr. White, the Shark Gang came to my door. It was like someone brought me a pillow when I was just dozing off.
He slowly raised his right hand, and the others prepared themselves tacitly, waiting for the signal from the man with the sword, so that they could subdue the two men in an instant.
But Jiang Lu suddenly laughed.
"What? So he's not a performer."
In front of the two thugs, he bent down and picked up the coin.
The two were stunned, and then became furious.
This is undoubtedly a provocation to them!
One of them immediately swung his knife at Jiang Lu with a ferocious look on his face.
The man with the sword thought to himself that something was wrong and was about to take action, but Jiang Lu took two more steps to pick up the coin, so even if he stepped forward immediately, he was still one step too late.
The others reacted even slower than the sword-wielding man.
It seemed that Jiang Lu was about to be stabbed in the neck by the dagger.
But at this moment, Jiang Lu raised his hand calmly and took the sword.
The sword-wielding man's eyes fixed as he ran.
"Could it be that..."
Pfft!
"Haha..." Jiang Lu raised his head, his eyes full of mockery, and smiled slightly: "My left hand is indestructible!"
In an instant, the whole place was silent.
The nut wall with half its mouth opened moved its lips: "But you stretched out your right hand..."
"what?"
Jiang Lu glanced around and found that his right palm had been pierced, and the [Evil God's Left Hand] that had merged at the critical moment was holding a coin.
With a little force, the coin broke into pieces.
Looking at his right hand with a big hole in it, Jiang Lu panicked:
"Oh no! I'm Jesus!"
......
"If it hurts, just scream."
"Here, gauze."
"We have to disinfect it first. Who knows if it will cause tetanus?"
"How about stuffing some cotton in there?"
"Brother, you really don't care about your own hand. Is stuffing cotton a thing a human being can say?"
"This is how I saw a dentist pull out a tooth."
Jiang Lu sat on the floor of the supermarket and let Punk and Nut Wall bandage him.
Shui Jing squatted aside with tools in her arms, handing them whatever they needed.
The two thugs had been tied up and were being interrogated by the man with the sword.
The boss huddled in the corner, not daring to say a word.
He saw with his own eyes that the man with the sword beat up two thugs with just a punch and a kick, along with their swords. Considering the skin color of the men, the stereotype that Chinese people knew Kung Fu was further confirmed.
In just two days, Jiang Lu was a little depressed as his right hand was seriously injured twice.
His face, which was a little pale due to blood loss, was full of indignation, and he blamed everything on the two gangsters.
"No, the bleeding won't stop." Nut Wall bandaged Jiang Lu's wrist artery, but the bleeding still kept flowing.
"Don't be impatient." Jiang Lu took out the [Healing Potion] from the inventory and held it in front of him.
This thing was a consumable he got in the initial spiritual realm and he remembered it only after he came out of [Hunting in the Nether Pond]. However, he had never used it before because he was not injured, so he forgot to use it when his eardrum was ruptured.
Nut Wall heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Lu take out the [Healing Potion].
"Why didn't you tell me you had this thing earlier? Otherwise, I don't know how long it would take to recover even if I went to the hospital."
"Hehe." Jiang Lu started to feel proud for some unknown reason.
"Wait a minute." Shui Jing suddenly noticed that the color of Jiang Lu's [Healing Potion] was much darker than the ones he had seen some rich guys use before, and asked in confusion: "What quality is yours? Primary, intermediate, or advanced?"