You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 114 The idea is tricky
Pang Gaolang's mouth was blocked the moment he wailed. Tears, saliva and sweat mixed together, showing how intense the pain was.

His whole body was twitching, his breathing was no longer regular, and he began to beg for mercy.

But Wei San didn't care about him. Until all ten bone spurs were knocked off, Pang Gaolang had already collapsed powerlessly in the corner.

Wei San has no compassion, but his actions moved Cang Ran's compassion.

People who come from the underworld are always ruthless.

Afterwards, Pang Gaolang was left outside the hospital. Wei San took Cang Ran and Le Bai to the "Believers" clubhouse.

The clubhouse of "Believers" is located in Fanyang's Xiacheng District, Fanshui Avenue.

This is usually a gathering place for gangsters and hooligans, and many illegal transactions can be seen everywhere. On some dark streets, you can see many women selling love; and when you wake up the next morning, you will find many needles and syringes in the same place.

The clubhouse of "Believers" is located in the most prosperous area of Fanshui Avenue. It is a building with more than 30 floors, and the real core area is underground.

Wei San and his group were not stopped when they entered. This was thanks to Wei San's fierce face, which showed at first glance that he was a gangster.

The floor they entered appeared to be a boxing ring.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a huge LED screen showing a muscular boxer.

At first glance, it does give people a sense of power and oppression. Coupled with the manic music and exaggerated special effects, the visual impact brought by this muscular boxer is shocking enough.

A line of artistic words fiercely introduced the boxer:
"Skull-crushing Qiu Daan! Nine-time champion! Record: 72 wins, 1 draw, 0 losses."

Wei San lost interest after just one glance. How powerful could he be if he was just a gangster hiding in a city?

If you're A-level, do you still need to be involved in the underworld? Isn't it faster to make money casually than this?

These gimmicks played by the "believers" are nothing more than for audiences below B level or wealthy sponsors.

"How do we find their boss?" Le Bai asked Wei San.

Wei San didn't say anything. He looked towards the middle of the venue at a young man in a suit and tie.

He had a slicked-back hair, looked to be about thirty years old, had a small mustache, and looked very energetic.

He should be a manager or something like that.

"Is this person a person with special abilities?" Wei San asked. Le Bai was very sensitive to life energy and could use this to simply judge whether the other person had super abilities.

"Yes." Le Bai said, "But I can't see the rating."

Wei San ignored the rest of the words and walked straight towards the young man dressed as a manager.

As for the ability rating, Wei San doesn't care.

No matter how high it is, can it be higher than the special hazards?

Can you be more dangerous than the special one, and still work here?

"I want to see Wenzhu." Wenzhu is the name Pang Gaolang gave. This person seems to have a close connection with the warden Jia Yu.

The manager was stunned. He saw that Wei San's temperament and appearance were not like those of an ordinary person, and he called the boss's name directly. For a moment, he was unsure where Wei San came from.

"What's your name, bro?" the manager asked, "so I can report to our boss."

Wei San stared at him and reached out to ruffle the manager's meticulously groomed hair, like an adult teasing a child.

"I have a bad temper and don't want to say it a second time."

The manager saw his hand looming over him and instinctively tried to dodge. However, he found it impossible to do so. His hand followed him like a shadow, hovering over him the entire time. He felt like a child, being held captive in his hand.

Seeing the manager being teased, they surrounded him and prepared to fight with Wei San.

One of them pulled out a pistol and shot Wei San in the back of the head.

But the bullet hit the bone, Wei San's external bone.

"Oh." Wei San sighed. Seeing this, Cang Ran pulled Le Bai to sit down at the bar.

This location is the safe place predicted by Cangran.

The next moment, countless bone spurs shot out from Wei San's body!

Anyone standing next to him had a finger-sized blood hole pierced through his body, and from one side of the hole one could see the flashing neon lights on the other side.

On Cang Ran's side, the bone spur practically brushed against the two men's bodies, tracing their edges. He calculated everything perfectly, even pouring Le Bai a glass of watermelon juice during Wei San's indiscriminate attack.

"Can you drink?"

"The wine doesn't taste good."

The two men clinked their glasses lightly, the bone stimulation lasted for about five seconds, and they were relaxed and comfortable in the bone rain.

The ground was already a river of blood, thicker than the watermelon juice in Le Bai's cup. When I stepped on the blood-soaked floor, my shoes felt sticky as I pulled my legs away.

Including the injured thugs at the venue, there were more than fifty injured people lying on the ground, groaning and wailing in agony.

"I told you, I have a bad temper."

The manager escaped the disaster thanks to Wei San's help.

But he was being pulled by the hair by the latter, with his feet suspended in the air and kicking around, and his condition was not very good.

His face was pale and his body was shaking.

"Can you do as I say now?"

As soon as Wei San let go, the manager fell into a pool of blood. He then quickly got up, fell twice in the pool of blood, and then rushed to the back door of the venue as if escaping.

Le Bai took a sip of watermelon juice and said in Wei San's direction, "He's a bit fierce."

"That's fast." Wei San also found a place to sit down, then stepped on a gangster and rubbed his shoes on his clothes repeatedly, trying to wipe off the blood on the soles of his shoes: "I'm not a good person."

In Xingcheng, he drew a clear line between himself and the gangsters, and in Fanyang, he struck a heavy blow against the underworld.

Cang Ran ignored him and let him make a fuss.

Although the whole incident was a disaster, the divination result showed "minor good luck" when I came to the club this time.

In other words, not only is there no danger, but there are also some gains.

Soon, the manager came down with people.

Wei San had just seen this person before. He was the Skull-Broken Qiu Daan who appeared on the LED screen, the Nine-Crown Champion.

Wei San frowned: "Did you change your name?"

The manager trembled with fear, and he was still trying to explain: "I wanted to go to the boss, but he stopped me——"

"Shut up!" Qiu Da'an slapped the manager away and said to Wei San, "You're the only one looking for the boss?"

Cang Ran chirped crickets beside Le Bai's ear. Wei San:

"You see, this efficiency is sometimes not fast."

"Ah, ah, ah!" Le Bai nodded repeatedly, and she echoed in broken vernacular: "If there is a ten-crown champion, a twenty-crown champion, or a two-hundred-crown champion, then it will be even slower."

Wei San could naturally hear it, and the veins on his forehead twitched twice.

"Two idiots." Wei San cursed.

He walked straight towards the manager and said as he walked:

"You, go ahead and find your boss."

Upon hearing this, the manager turned around and ran towards the exit again.

However, Qiu Daan grabbed the back of his collar and tore the entire suit to pieces.

"You are not allowed to go!" said Qiu Daan.

The manager, who was caught in the middle, trembled and whispered to Wei San, "Look at him!"

Qiu Daan was furious: "Which side are you from?"

The manager knew that Qiu Daan was unlikely to defeat Wei San, and he was afraid that Wei San would defeat Qiu Daan and he would suffer again.

He could only stammer and lean against Qiu Daan's mouth: "The idea is difficult to use."

(End of this chapter)