The cheongsam woman got up and sent Zhang Heng out of the screening hall all the way to the corridor.
At the end of the corridor, the door of VIP6 opened. However, the first person who walked out was not Old Man Geng. Instead, it was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was not particularly tall, only about 1.7 meters tall. He was half a head shorter than Zhang Heng, but he was not the kind of person that Zhang Heng would ignore just because of his height.
Whether it was the long scar on his face or the two missing fingers on his right hand, all of them told the story of what he had experienced. Unlike other people, he still retained the flaws in his body even though mechanical prosthetics were extremely advanced.
If he were an ordinary person, it might be because he did not have the money to buy himself a prosthetic limb. However, Zhang Heng had already guessed the identity of the other party. As the uncrowned king of this level, he obviously had no financial worries.
While Zhang Heng was looking at the short man opposite him, the latter was also looking at him.
When he saw the cheongsam woman and Zhang Heng coming out of the screening hall together, he seemed a little surprised. However, he quickly thought of something and took the initiative to extend his hand, smiling. "Ah, you are the bodyguard, right? I am the owner of this place. Everyone calls me Mr. G."
Zhang Heng shook hands with Mr. G.
At this time, Old Man Geng also walked out from behind. He was no longer as nervous as before, muttering, "I lost a lot this time. If I knew that you and your men are so polite, I wouldn't have spent so much money to hire a bodyguard."
Mr. G was noncommittal when he heard Old Man Geng. "Danger will never come when you are ready. And the meaning of a bodyguard's existence is not only to provide help when danger occurs. Their existence itself can eliminate a lot of danger. I can see that the bodyguard you hired is a very capable person. I can guarantee that no matter how much money you spend on him, you will not lose out."
"Him?" Old Man Geng said grumpily, "He might be able to deal with the two stupid students on the third level, but if it weren't for your men, we might have been robbed by those gangsters in front of the station."
"Oh, speaking of which, it seems that I haven't introduced him to you yet." Mr. G stretched out a hand, and the cheongsam woman put her intact hand in his hand.
"The person who brought you here is F, my fiancée, but she doesn't like to introduce herself, so I'll do it for her. Mr. G and Miss F, I guess we two freaks are quite compatible, "Mr. G teased.
"You guys are engaged? Congratulations, the two of you are truly a match made in heaven. " Old Man Geng said so, but he did not think much of it. Although Mr. G was a little short in height, he did not rely on his height to pursue women. As the actual ruler of the first level, it was impossible for him to lack women around him. In his position, there were all kinds of beautiful women he could find. Although Miss F was outstanding in terms of temperament, she was still lacking in terms of appearance.
Since ancient times, heroes had been paired with beauties. Mr. G was a hero, but Miss F was a beauty.
But seeing that both parties seemed to be quite satisfied with their other halves, Old Man Geng naturally wouldn't bother to give them advice. He glanced at Zhang Heng and said, "Let's go. Aren't you in a hurry to go home?"
"Then I will ask F to send you to the station," Mr. G said.
"No need. Although I'm old, I'm not so old that I can't remember the way. We can go back by ourselves. You and your wife don't have to worry about us."
Old Man Geng had already walked to the security gate while talking. Just when Zhang Heng was about to follow, he heard the cheongsam woman say, "Wait, I have a gift for you."
Old Man Geng, who was in front, stopped and looked flattered. "You don't have to be so polite. I'm just a middleman responsible for pulling the strings."
"I'm not talking about you." Miss F looked at Zhang Heng and repeated, "I have a gift for you."
Zhang Heng looked at Mr. G, and the latter shrugged. "You'd better accept her gift because no one here can refuse her, including me."
However, Zhang Heng nodded not because of Mr. G's half-threatening, half-joking words, but because of the faint kindness he felt from Miss F in the projection room.
After Miss F finished speaking, she turned and walked to another room. After a while, she came out of the room and put the thing in her hand in Zhang Heng's hand. "This is for you."
Mr. G raised his eyebrows. "Oh, a golden hamster. This little thing is quite cute, isn't it? It's easy to raise as a pet, and it doesn't take up much space. All you need to do is feed it. "
Old Man Geng was a little dumbfounded, not knowing what Miss F's gift meant. Old Man Geng was, after all, the local tyrant of this level. He probably had a lot of rare weapons, mechanical prosthetics, and so on. Even if Old Man Geng was reluctant to give Zhang Heng these things, he could at least give him some credits. But Zhang Heng didn't look like someone who liked to raise small animals.
Zhang Heng was also a little surprised, but he still took the hamster cage from Miss F. At the same time, he said, "Thank you."
After that, Miss F stopped talking and stood quietly beside Mr. G again. Zhang Heng, on the other hand, carried the new hamster and caught up with Old Man Geng in front of him. The two took off the shielding bracelets they were wearing at the security gate and returned them to the guards. After that, they walked down the iron ladder.
When they arrived outside the cinema, Old Man Geng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to be in a good mood, and he no longer bothered about paying Zhang Heng ten shellac records for free. He even suggested to find a place nearby for a drink. After that, he dispelled the idea and decided to return to the third level as soon as possible.
Of course, Zhang Heng had no objections to that, so the two of them walked back to the central shuttle station.
It was already past the rush hour, and there were fewer people on the road.
The two walked through a quiet street, and Old Man Geng was still complaining that the moon on the first level was too perfunctory. At this moment, Zhang Heng suddenly stopped and reached out to stop Old Man Geng.
"What's wrong?" Old Man Geng still looked a little confused.
Zhang Heng asked again, "What are the consequences of killing someone on the first level?"
"Consequences? What do you mean? Who are you going to kill? " Before Old Man Geng's voice trailed off, two teenagers who were playing skateboards not far away suddenly stopped their skateboards. They then reached into their pockets, took out a pistol, and walked toward the two.
"Are they coming for me?" Old Man Geng had goosebumps when he saw them.
"What else? Could it be that you're here for me?" Zhang Heng said indifferently.
(End of this chapter)
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