Chapter 142

Wang Quan returned to the An Residence.

But this time, he didn't have a "teammate."

And he didn't have to face one Miss An, but two.

Just like now, it was noon the next day.

Wang Quan sat in the middle of the back seat of the Ford Model T, and there were two girls in the back seat.

On the left was Miss An, and on the right was Miss An.

The car was driving on Nanjing Road, and their destination was the Chinachem Hotel, which was originally built in 1929.

It was later known as the North Tower of the Peace Hotel.

On the way, Wang Quan's eyes suddenly moved, and then he remained calm.

He saw Feng Lang and the others.

Without Forget Chuan and the gambler, there were only four of them left.

Feng Lang turned his head and said something to the air. His advisor, Dog Butcher, and Liu Ying were standing behind him with dull eyes, and they didn't say a word.

Miss An, who was wearing a red dress, rested her chin on Wang Quan's shoulder and blew into his ear. "Mr Wang, do you want to say hello to your friends?"

Wang Quan resisted the itch in his ear and decisively refused. "No, I'm not familiar with them."

They hadn't even had a meal together before.

"Are you sure, Mr Wang?" Miss An, who was wearing a black cheongsam, covered her face with a folding fan. Her eyes were curved. "If I don't meet them this time, there won't be a chance in the future."

Wang Quan took advantage of the situation and said, "Then I'll meet them."

What did Miss An mean by that?

Was she going to kill him or not?

Forget it. She could do whatever she wanted. He didn't have much hope anyway.

As for Miss An's request to let him go back …

As long as the other party agreed that the blind date was over, the app should be able to take him back.

The problem was, what if the other party didn't agree?

Shaking his head, Wang Quan got out of the car and walked toward Feng Lang and the others.

"Mr Wang."

Wang Quan turned around.

Miss An, who was wearing a black cheongsam, put down her folding fan. Her expression was unprecedentedly serious. This might be the first time she didn't show a smile in front of Wang Quan.

"Mr Wang, no matter what you think, I still want to tell you … I will never hurt you."

Wang Quan was stunned and nodded subconsciously. Then, he walked toward Feng Lang and the others without looking back.

He was ashamed.

He felt so embarrassed.

He knew that facing such a monster was like an ant encountering a human.

The other party was just passing by, and she could bring disaster to him.

She was playing with him now, but it was just like observing the "ant" out of boredom.

When her curiosity disappeared, maybe she wouldn't care about him anymore.

But in his heart, he would still subconsciously believe her. Why?

Because she was good-looking?

This was the reason why Wang Quan felt embarrassed.

He really couldn't control the way his three views followed his facial features.

Although he was a little scared, she really hadn't hurt him.

Spiritual contamination was a passive skill, and it was really impossible to guard against it.

Tsk, was it because of the spiritual contamination that he subconsciously wanted to explain for her?

Or was he really an honest man?

Wang Quan couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore.

He emptied his mind, walked to Feng Lang, and greeted him. "Brother Feng, one night without seeing you seems like three years."

Feng Lang glanced at him and frowned. "Who is this native? Is he related to the 'Hell' mission? "

After saying that, he looked at the empty space beside him and nodded repeatedly. Then, he said to Wang Quan, "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person."

Then, he lowered his voice and said to the empty space, "Remember, this is the Fengdu City dungeon with the highest difficulty. If there's nothing important, don't interact with the natives. If you trigger any side quests, you'll be done for.

"The world with the highest difficulty might not necessarily have a difficult main mission, but if there's a side quest, it's hard to say. If you don't want any unexpected changes, don't court death.

"Let's find Forget Chuan and Wang Quan first. They might have been captured by the gamblers, but I haven't received any death notifications. Forget Chuan should still be alive, and the mission hasn't changed. Wang Quan should still be alive. Anyway, it's better to be careful."

As he communicated with the air, he continued walking forward.

"Brother Feng?" Wang Quan went forward to pull Feng Lang's exposed forearm.

After grabbing it, he was stunned.

Why was it so cold? Also, the muscles were atrophied, and the skin was loose, without any elasticity.

This touch … Why didn't it feel like a living person?

His arm was thrown away, and Feng Lang continued to talk to the air as he walked forward.

Just like that, the three of them followed behind him in a daze.

Looking at their backs, Wang Quan felt a sense of sadness.

Is this the result of being in contact with Miss An for a long time?

Will I become like this?

He looked up and looked around.

It was only noon, but on Nanjing Road, which should have been very lively, there was no one except for Feng Lang's group, Wang Quan himself, and Miss An's Ford.

The sky was cloudy, and it seemed like it was going to rain soon.

The road was full of potholes, and the buildings on both sides looked very dilapidated under the dark clouds.

They didn't actually look dilapidated, but Wang Quan felt that they were very dilapidated, even close to the appearance of buildings that were about to be weathered.

This feeling was very strange.

He lit a cigarette and quietly finished it.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot. Wang Quan returned to the car.

Miss An in the black cheongsam smiled and said, "Have you said goodbye to them?"

Wang Quan didn't say a word.

Miss An in the red dress comforted him, "It's not your fault. They should have died a long time ago. It's all because of Mr. Wang that they can live to this day. Without you, they wouldn't have waited until now. "

Wang Quan sighed with a slightly melancholy tone, "It's nothing. I just feel a little uncomfortable. Although we have a mutually beneficial relationship, when the gambler and I had a conflict, they also defended me, and they didn't do anything wrong to me. "

In fact, it was a sad feeling of the fox mourning the death of the rabbit.

There was also the kind of sympathy that ordinary people would have after seeing a pitiful person.

"Let's go eat." Wang Quan revealed a smile, "Since I'm already here in Shanghai, I have to taste the food here to be worthy of myself."

Both Miss An smiled, "We definitely won't let you down ~ ~"

The car and the people drove in the opposite direction, and Feng Lang and the others gradually went further away.

In the end, Wang Quan retracted his gaze – from the rear window, he could no longer see their backs.

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Chinachem Restaurant.

Zombie-faced Old Liu opened the driver's door, walked to the back door, and then opened the door.

Wang Quan got out of the car and looked back at the Shanghai Nanjing Road, which made him feel inexplicably lonely. Then, he turned back and followed the two Miss An into the restaurant.

On the balcony of the Nine Night Hall, Wang Quan leaned against the marble guardrail, quietly looking at the dilapidated and weathered Bund and the dry Huangpu River.

Wang Quan was in the middle, and on his left and right were women.

"There's no need to be so close." Wang Quan was helpless.

He had wanted to ask some questions in a very serious manner.

After all, he was not a threat to Miss An, and he felt that Miss An would answer some of his questions.

He originally wanted to be serious … but with the "Da Da Da Da" and "Da Da Da Da" on both sides leaning against his arm, it was really difficult for him to be serious.

In contrast, Wang Quan appreciated Miss An more in the red cheongsam (she had changed her dress back into a cheongsam).

There was no other reason, mainly because she revealed more.

It was said that when there was a pit, there would be a fire. If she wasn't the fire, who would be?

"It's okay ~ ~" The black cheongsam Miss An's pair of black eyes with white and red pupils slightly narrowed, as if she had sensed Wang Quan's thoughts. "There's no need to compare the two of us, Mr. Wang ~ ~ because we are the same person ~ ~"

"Uh-huh ~" The red cheongsam Miss An's pair of red eyes with white and black pupils curved into a crescent moon. "And don't forget ~ these two days, you must make us happy. Only when we are happy will we be satisfied, and only when we are satisfied will we let you go ~ ~"

Wang Quan said helplessly, "I have a few questions to ask you, can you answer me? If not, then forget it. I would rather die than submit. "

Rather die than submit, if not die, then submit.

"Sure ~ ~" The black cheongsam Miss An tilted her head. "But … let's order first ~"

"…" The corner of Wang Quan's mouth twitched. "Give me a sturgeon first."