Chapter 239 Added: Zhang Qian's Adventure

At night, a street somewhere in Nanhai.

Zhang Qian's eyes widened:

"Boss... Boss... I'm out of prison now?"

Huang Jie actually has the ability to travel through space? !

I've never seen it before!

This must be a reward from the Hunter's Guild!

Otherwise, when facing Desmond, Huang Jie could have taken him away.

His determination to work for the Hunter's Guild became even more unshakable.

Huang Jie nodded.

Zhang Qian pondered for a while:

"But, is this considered a jailbreak? Is it really okay?"

Huang Jie glanced in the direction of the Public Security Bureau and sneered disdainfully.

The Hunter's Guild is doing things, and the Public Security Bureau dares to ask one more question?

Besides, it's just taking away a woman who is useless to them.

Huang Jie took out a devil fruit from his bag and handed it to Zhang Qian:

"This is your mission reward.

You have been away from home for half a year, you can choose to go home now."

Zhang Qian only heard the first half of Huang Jie's words.

Mission reward! Devil fruit!

The following words have been automatically filtered.

Zhang Qian's eyes curved into crescents, and she said sweetly:

"Thank you, Boss!"

Huang Jie shook his head, spread his wings and flew into the sky.

Zhang Qian opened her mouth and bit the devil fruit.

[Cause and Effect Fruit: C-level]

[Consume spirituality and store the damage received. ]

[Consume spirituality again to release the stored damage. ]

Zhang Qian took a breath of cold air.

Hiss~ This devil fruit is a bit naughty!

What kind of damage can my small body withstand?

And store it?

The devil fruit that she had been thinking about was much more useless than she thought!

Zhang Qian was in a daze on the street alone.

She was used to monitoring Desmond during this period of time, and she felt a little empty when she suddenly had nothing to do.

Since she ran away from home, she has been working as a warm-up dancer in a bar in Nanhai.

She seems to have nowhere to go except the bar.

"Isn't Rasputin Bar the Hunter Bar?

I'll go over there and take a look."

Zhang Qian said to herself and walked towards Rasputin Bar.

. . . . . . .

Rasputin Bar.

Rasputin Bar often holds masked dances, and guests who come here to play will be given a mask for free.

Over time, many guests are used to wearing masks here, and feel that it has a different flavor.

Zhang Qian secretly thought that she came to the right place.

This is indeed the Hunter Bar!

Generally, bars will give the greatest preferential treatment to beauties like Zhang Qian.

There are old perverts only when there are beauties, and there is money to be made when there are old perverts.

If the beauties are satisfied, the bar will not worry about making money.

Especially for a flower-armed girl like Zhang Qian, you can tell at a glance that she is a little gangster who roams the brothels.

So Zhang Qian did not follow the regular process and pay first when ordering drinks.

There was even a marketing manager who wandered around her from time to time.

One is to take care of her more and brush up her favorability.

The other is. . . . . She hasn't paid yet, so she can't run away.

Zhang Qian felt quite excited when she first entered the bar, but she felt tired after swaying with the DJ for a while.

She was still in prison yesterday, and she was the only one who could go out to dance today.

Just as the marketing manager was holding the payment code and waiting for Zhang Qian to pay the bill, Zhang Qian was confused.

Where did she have the money!

She had been eating and drinking at Desmond's during this period, and she almost forgot what money looked like.

Zhang Qian suddenly thought of something and looked straight at the marketing manager:

"Hit me!"

The marketing manager was also confused. What kind of request was this?

Zhang Qian said excitedly:

"I don't have money to buy wine, just beat me up."

The marketing manager didn't expect such a beautiful girl to be a rogue.

After confirming that Zhang Qian was not joking, the marketing manager whispered:

"In fact, you can sign the bill in the bar. As long as you come here often, I can help you pay on credit."

Zhang Qian was unhappy:

"No! When have I ever paid on credit when I was out?

Beat me! How about beating me twice?

A whip, a candle, or something, it's all fine!"

She just wanted to test the power of the fruit of cause and effect.

It would be fine to be beaten by an ordinary person.

The marketing manager finally understood.

This is either a female pervert or a mental patient.

The marketing manager suddenly had a toothache.

Rasputin made a lot of money, so he wouldn't beat a beautiful woman in public for a few hundred dollars.

Are you still doing business?

If you deliberately find fault, you will definitely let a few hungry men serve you well.

But this woman is obviously abnormal!

. . . . . . . . .

Zhang Qian, who was kicked out, was still muttering indignantly:

"How can your boss make money if you let people drink the King's wine like this?

A group of ruthless people who can't understand the bitterness of the boss's entrepreneurship!"

"Good! What a wicked little girl! I like her!"

An old voice came from the corner.

Zhang Qian looked in the direction of the voice and looked at the old man.

The old man was wearing a tattered red robe and covered his face with rags, leaving only a pair of eyes.

At this time, the old man was looking at her with admiration.

The old man continued:

"I saw your performance in there, good!

Sacrificing oneself to benefit others is good, and harming others to benefit oneself is evil.

And you, harming others without benefiting yourself, and even hurting yourself, is evil! Good!"

Zhang Qian frowned.

Isn't it mean to harm others without benefiting yourself?

Where did this weirdo come from?

Wait, he's covering his face!

Could he be a hunter from the Hunter Guild?

Zhang Qian wanted to recognize the organization, but was afraid that this person was not a hunter, and that if she recognized him rashly, she would expose the guild.

It would be nice if there was a code.

Zhang Qian's mind suddenly twitched, and she said:

"The King of Heaven Covering the Earth Tiger?"

The old man didn't understand what Zhang Qian was saying.

He said seriously:

"Be my apprentice, I will teach you all my spiritual arts!"

Zhang Qian shook her head in disappointment.

This is definitely not a hunter, this should be a mental patient.

Otherwise, how could he not answer such a simple question?

Zhang Qian was ready to leave without looking back, and she hadn't found a place to stay tonight.

The old man suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Qian, staring at her viciously:

"I said I would accept you as my apprentice, and you dare to leave?"

Zhang Qian was a thick-skinned person, but she also found that this old man was unusual.

This was a combat awakener.

She instinctively used the "Sun Stairs" and instantly became a zombie.

Gray pupils, pale skin, a dead air coming from her body.

Looking at this zombie girl, the old man's eyes burst into a gleam.

The love in his eyes became stronger and stronger:

"It turned out to be an awakened undead!

There is such an evil awakened undead, this is God's eyes!"

The old man grabbed Zhang Qian's shoulders tightly:

"You must be my apprentice, otherwise I will..."

Zhang Qian's eyes lit up:

"Or you will beat me up?

Be gentle, I have to test whether your hand is heavy or not."

The old man wanted to threaten, but when he thought of the evil nature of this girl, he felt powerless.

The old man sighed:

"How can you be my apprentice?"

Zhang Qian asked back:

"What can you teach me?"

The old man said complacently:

"I am most proficient in curse magic!

After learning my magic, as long as you know the name, birthday, and face of the person you want to kill, you can take someone's life thousands of miles away!"

Zhang Qian felt that this old man was very pitiful.

He is obviously an awakener, but he is a psychopath.

He is obviously at the age to enjoy his old age, but he is acting like a middle school student outside.

She muttered to herself:

"Forget it, let's not embarrass him. Find a reason to send him away."

Zhang Qian took out her mobile phone, fiddled with it for a while, and handed it to the old man:

"This is the man. I have photoshopped his birthday and age on the photo.

If you kill him, I will be your apprentice."

The old man took the phone and frowned and asked:

"Who is he?"

Zhang Qian said:

"My uncle."

The old man raised his eyebrows:

"Is your uncle from Dongying?"

Zhang Qian nodded seriously:

"Yes."

The old man smiled again.

He can kill his closest relatives, he is worthy of being the apprentice he has chosen!

The old man said solemnly:

"Okay, your uncle will definitely die tomorrow, wait for the news."

After that, the old man disappeared into the street in a flash.

. . . . . . .

The next day at noon, Zhang Qian woke up in a simple room in some small hotel and picked up her phone in a daze.

The headline news appeared on the phone push.

"Last night, the emperor of the Dongying royal family suddenly fell ill and died in Dongdu."

Zhang Qian was silent for a long time, and after a while, she said: "Fuck."