Chapter 201

"Extra! Extra! A fire broke out in Viscount Gruber's house last night! The ghosts have reappeared! "

A newsboy in a tattered felt hat ran down the street.

A man in a black trench coat and top hat raised his hand to stop him. "Give me a newspaper."

"Ten Sons, thank you, sir."

The kid took out a newspaper from his satchel and handed it to the man.

The man took out a franc and handed it to him. "Keep the change."

"Thank you, sir! You're such a kind gentleman! "

The kid took off his hat and bowed to the man. Then, he ran away, shouting that he was selling newspapers.

The man was, of course, Ichiro Kenike.

He handed the newspaper to Wang Quan, who was walking behind him, and said, "Sure enough, clickbait headlines are popular in every world."

"This isn't normal."

Wang Quan took the newspaper and flipped through it.

"A fire broke out in Viscount Gruber's house, a burglary broke out in Baron Farsi's house, a robbery broke out in Viscount Lofa's house …"

He grinned. "Looks like I'm not the only one who wants to fish in troubled waters."

Five days had passed since that night's pursuit.

During these five days, Wang Quan went out every night to stir up trouble.

Ichiro Kenike also did the same thing.

Wang Quan also prepared the same outfit for him, and the two of them went out together every night.

But to be honest, none of the things written in the newspaper were done by the two of them.

Ichiro Kenike went to various slums in Paris and saved people who were looking for trouble. He also threw money.

He really threw money.

The money was given by Wang Quan.

Wang Quan had millions of francs, and he could spend them for a long time just by throwing money around.

He threw money for five days in a row, but he didn't even finish throwing ten thousand francs.

Wang Quan was even worse. He went to the knights and the church.

Occasionally, he would go to some nobles who were close to the knights, or to nobles who had a bad reputation.

But he didn't steal or rob. He wasn't that despicable.

He just went to kill people.

Only fear could intimidate this group of people.

Of course, that was Ichiro Kenike's imagination.

Was Wang Quan angry?

Of course he was.

Just like keyboard warriors, when they saw something that upset them, they would have the thought of "I'll f * ck you".

But thoughts were just thoughts, and they could only be typed on the keyboard.

Unfortunately, Wang Quan was mentally contaminated. He would do whatever he wanted to do.

What was even more unfortunate was that he was quite strong.

Actually, his condition was the scariest.

Because he usually looks normal, but you don't know when he will act up.

Especially when there was no one holding him back at this moment.

This was not his original world, and he could not rely on reason to forcibly restrain his thoughts.

Coincidentally, Ke Xiela had been leaving early and returning late these past few days as well.

She told Wang Quan that she had something to do, but Wang Quan did not ask.

She told Wang Quan that she had something to do, and Wang Quan didn't ask.

Therefore, for the next few days, Wang Quan and Kenike Ichiro would go out to scout during the day and take action at night.

So, he told Laffertia and the others not to go out. Then, Wang Quan and Ichiro Kenike went out to investigate during the day and act at night.

Kenchi Ichiro took the newspaper and flipped through it. Then, he narrowed his eyes. "Brother Quan, are these guys trying to slander us?"

"Definitely, but not all." Wang Quan shrugged. "They had the idea but didn't dare, so they came to fish in troubled waters. Extraordinaires from poor backgrounds, lackeys of nobles or capitalists, and even nobles against each other.

"We'll be the scapegoats anyway."

"What should we do? Quan Ge, why don't we give them a big one! "Ichiro Kenike was eager.

On one hand, he was getting angrier.

On the other hand, he had Wang Quan. With Wang Quan around, he felt like he had found his backbone.

Anyway, with Quan Ge backing him up, what was there to be afraid of?

Anyway, that was what he thought.

"Forget it. I don't have time for your revolution." Wang Quan snorted disdainfully.

He didn't want to do the same thing twice.

What for?

Because you're handsome?

If it was a beautiful girl who wanted to start a revolution, Wang Quan would join in.

He was a man, and he was still an outsider! What for?

Most importantly, don't think that you're superior to the natives.

Every world has its own rules.

What you think is good might not be good for others.

At most, it would be like what Wang Quan was doing now. If there was something that he didn't like, he would go and make himself happy.

If he could help, he would help, just like Laffertia and the others.

More?

There was nothing more.

However, he wouldn't stop Ichiro Kenike.

Just like what he said, he was just a bystander. There was no need for him to make decisions for others.

He would wait until he could settle his own matters.

"But I don't plan to cause any more trouble tonight." Wang Quan put his hands in his pockets. "I plan to get someone to follow me and see who impersonates me."

Although it didn't matter, he still wanted to intimidate them.

These people are too much. Have they paid the copyright fees?

Wang Quan planned to find someone who was doing the worst tonight and follow them to their lair to destroy them.

It would be best if there were a few witnesses.

That way, he would be able to intimidate the others.

Those opportunists or those who wanted to fish in troubled waters should be more restrained.

As for the rest … Wang Quan couldn't care less.

"Oh right, Quan Ge, I have something to tell you." Ichiro Kenike's expression suddenly turned serious. "That Master of yours … has a problem."

Wang Quan raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

That piqued his interest.

Ichiro Kenike wasn't a talkative person. In fact, he knew how to read people's expressions. Moreover, he didn't interact much with Ksira.

What he said was definitely not to sow discord. It wouldn't do him any good.

In other words … he had really discovered something?

"Why do you think so?"

"I …" Ichiro Kenike suddenly frowned, his expression was blank.

"I don't know."

He raised his hand and pressed his temple. "I think there's a problem, but why … I forgot."

"Oh ~"

This time, Wang Quan's curiosity was piqued.

Because this meant that Ichiro Kenike had really discovered something, and then … someone tampered with it?

After thinking for a while, Wang Quan raised both his hands.

His left hand was emitting a dark red mist that was so faint that it was almost invisible. His right hand was a blood-colored ink.

"Come, if you're not afraid. Kenchi Sang, let me take a look. "

Without hesitation, Ichiro Kenike bent down.

Wang Quan placed his hands on both sides of his temples and slowly injected the dark red mist and blood-colored ink.

This guy's head was normal, and his body was very healthy.

Without any disasters or illnesses, he could probably live to three hundred years old.

He really had a long life.

Wang Quan continued his exploration.

"Oh?"

He opened his eyes.

Deep in Ichiro Kenike's brain, there were really remnants of the power of a Mythical Creature?

There were two clusters of the power of a Mythical Creature, belonging to two different Mythical Creatures.

Moreover, they were familiar to Wang Quan, even though he had never seen them before.

One of them resembled the power of "Hell" that Bai Xiyao had simulated back in Luoyang.

It looked like this power was left behind by the real "Hell."

Then what was the other cluster?

Wang Quan also found it familiar, but he couldn't recall it no matter how hard he thought.

He sensed it in his body.

His brain wasn't affected.

And the effects of mental corruption were different from this.

Forget it. I won't think about it for now.

Wang Quan directly used the blood-colored ink to disperse the power of the two Mythical Creatures.

Then, he retracted his hand and quietly looked at Ichiro Kenike.

Ichiro Kenike opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and slowly said, "Quan Ge, I remember now. I think there's a problem with your master."