Odd Zhuo hadn't expected to run into Wang Ling here at all. After receiving a call from his subordinate, he had immediately come down.
"Mr. Zhuo, these two people broke your car and refused to pay for it no matter what. Don't you think it's too much? Do you want me to call a lawyer … "The man in sunglasses wanted to ask if he should call a lawyer, but before he could say anything, he noticed that Odd Zhuo's gaze was already fiercely on him.
There was something wrong with the plot!
The sunglasses man broke out in cold sweat. "…"
"Do you know who this is?" Odd Zhuo pointed at Wang Ling. "He's my shifu! So what if he was hit by his master? That was just Master's caress! "
Sunglasses man: "…"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
Wang Ling: "…"
His face full of excitement, Odd Zhuo stepped forward and grasped Wang Ling's hand. "Shifu, your disciple has been looking forward to meeting you day and night, and I finally get to see you!"
Wang Ling knew that he had been completely blackmailed by Odd Zhuo. There were a lot of old ladies who blackmailed each other these days, and blackmailing a shifu was indeed quite fresh and refined.
Not long ago, Wang Ling had heard a short story about a little girl who had run into an old lady who had fallen on her way to school. The little girl had kindly helped the old lady up, but the old lady had insisted that the little girl pay money … at that moment, the little girl had calmly stood up and slapped the old lady, saying: I'm underage anyway! Then, he left …
At that moment, Wang Ling actually really wanted to imitate what the little girl was doing.
Yup … he's only 16 years old. In theory, he's still a minor!
But after this slap, he felt that this guy would definitely die on the spot, right?
"I've long heard of Mr Zhuo's great name, but I didn't expect you to actually be Brother Ling's disciple." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal cupped his fists in a salute in an attempt to diffuse the awkwardness.
"This senior is …"
"I am Lei Mouren, Taoist name Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal cupped his fists in salute.
"So senior is Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal!" Odd Zhuo was instantly excited. It turned out that the Great Death-Courting Senior that everyone in the cultivation world was talking about was him! If it wasn't for the current occasion, Odd Zhuo felt that he would definitely kneel down and worship this big shot …
"I've long heard of your great name. I didn't expect to meet you here today …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal rubbed his head a little embarrassedly. "Am I that famous? Where did Mr. Zhuo hear this news? "
Odd Zhuo thought for a bit and immediately replied, "Cultivation Story Club, Bosom Friend for Five Hundred Years!"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Why is Mr Zhuo here?"
Speaking up to this point, Odd Zhuo looked around cautiously, then pointed at Hospital Block No. 2 next to the "Night Duty Hospital" and said in a very low voice, "I'm here today to visit an old leader on behalf of our General Administration of 100 Schools. This is Old Chief Chen of the former Cultivation Police Department …"
Then, he pointed at his head and shook his head.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Is there something wrong with his head?"
Odd Zhuo and the man in sunglasses: "…"
Odd Zhuo: "… It's dementia."
Wang Ling raised his eyelids slightly. Not long ago, the old man's dementia had gotten better with great difficulty. He didn't expect to meet one today. As it turned out, mental disorders were a tricky problem for both Cultivators and ordinary people! As it turned out, this thing really couldn't be cured with medicine …
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked at Hospital Block No. 2 and frowned deeply. "I've dealt with this Old Chief Chen before. Two years ago, in order to safeguard the welfare of the working people at the bottom of Wind Factory, he rushed into the factory alone and overturned more than ten excavators. "
Wang Ling: "…"
"I've always felt that Old Chief Chen's temperament is actually quite similar to mine." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said, "I'll go ask Brother Toya later and see if he has any special treatment methods."
Hearing this, Odd Zhuo immediately bowed. "On behalf of Old Chief Chen, I thank Senior Immortal for your help!"
"It's no big deal, it's just a small problem." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal smiled slightly.
Today, Odd Zhuo felt that his luck was really off the charts; he was actually able to meet two seniors whom he had admired for a long time at the same time. However, Odd Zhuo also realized that when these two people were really standing in front of him, he didn't even have the courage to ask for their WeChat!
He had just met them, but they were already clamoring to add each other's WeChat …
What if the seniors thought this was a form of disrespect and left a bad impression?
What if the seniors rejected him? How embarrassing would that be?
What if the seniors didn't use WeChat? Wouldn't that be too rash?
What if …
Odd Zhuo struggled for a long time in his heart.
At that moment, police sirens screeched outside the hospital, and four police cars drove into the parking lot one after another, instantly surrounding Wang Ling and the others.
The security captain knew Odd Zhuo's identity, so he took advantage of a gap to explain the current situation to Odd Zhuo.
It was still about the small tricycle chasing after the Maybach.
The security captain had heard that the tricycle had overtaken the Maybach on the highway, which was a serious violation of the speed limit … then the traffic police had checked the route on surveillance cameras and chased them here.
"It looks like they're here to make trouble for us, Brother Ling."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's eyes were as calm as still water. It was just a few police officers, and they couldn't scare him at all.
Although he wasn't afraid, the situation was indeed very troublesome.
In a law-based cultivation society, realm didn't mean everything. Even if a Soul Formation cultivator broke traffic rules and the law, whether it was an immortal sword or a car, they still had to be detained. Those who had to go to jail still had to go to jail … Grenade-Throwing was very famous in the online cultivation circle, but the police wouldn't buy it.
Wang Ling was also very vexed.
The small tricycle "Sheep" had always had the temperament of a child, and her temper was a little unstable. Sometimes, when she was naughty, she couldn't be controlled at all.
Looking at this group of traffic police whizzing over, Wang Ling was instantly a little vexed.
Next to him, Odd Zhuo's eyes lit up! — He knew that this was his chance to shine!
"Are shifu and senior worried about this?" Odd Zhuo asked.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Can you handle it?"
Odd Zhuo gave him a thumbs-up. "It's just a bunch of police uncles! It's just a small problem! Senior, watch me! "
As soon as he said this, the traffic police captain who had been on the highway earlier had already gotten out of the police car in a threatening manner and slammed the car door shut with a "pa."
With several police officers behind him, he quickly found the tricycle suspected of speeding, and his gaze swept over the people around them. "Whose car is this?"
Under Odd Zhuo's intense gaze, the man in sunglasses didn't dare speak at all. "…"
"It's mine!"
Then, in the next moment, Odd Zhuo puffed out his chest and stepped forward!
At that moment, both Wang Ling and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal could feel the dazzling holy light radiating from Odd Zhuo's back!
Not only could he bear the white pot, he could also bear the black pot …
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