Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Sylvia nodded: "I've recently started to be able to sense psionic energy, but it's very mischievous. It seems to have its own rhythm and doesn't listen to me at all."

Zhao Hao, a novice in the other world, has become a veteran here and can even pass on some experience to the two. As for Nanaya Saki, she mostly listens quietly and doesn't like to talk much.

Finally, Sylvia proposed that a few people form a group, a "Phenomenon Observation Group" specifically to deal with similar events!

Since none of them objected, it was considered a deal.

Fatty: "Great! From now on, we're a gang... no, a team!"

As a result, the relationship between the group became even closer.

On the second day of the weekend, just as Zhao Hao woke up and was checking in for the weekend, Gou Quan's staunch henchman, the big guy Duncan, arrived at Zhao Hao's house.

"Zhao Hao, Douglas sent me to find you."

"What's wrong? Why did Gou Quan send you?" Zhao Hao became wary.

Duncan looked around foolishly, as if he was wary of anyone around him. But this behavior was too outrageous, as if he was saying, "There's something wrong with me, come and pay attention to me."

Duncan said seriously, "Gou Quan sent me to find you. He didn't dare to call or come here himself. He said he thinks he's being watched!"

"Is he there?"

"He's at Fu Lu Temple. He's safe with the head monk..."

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Chapter 102 Damn, even the Imperial Uncle is being eyed?!

Zhao Hao knew of the monk Fuzhidian, the head monk of Fulu Temple, but he had never been to Fulu Temple or met this monk.

I have to go check it out this time!

Gou Quan may seem like a scoundrel, always thinking about making money through crooked means, but he's quite adept at saving his life.

When I first joined a street gang after graduating from high school, I offended an old thug.

The other party and several people blocked Gou Quan for two weeks in a row, but due to various coincidences, they did not meet.

Finally, during a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, he was caught in the crossfire by a rival gang member and killed with a single shot.

Gou Quan's sense of danger was unparalleled, even surprising to someone like Zhao Hao who knew him well.

Since he was so afraid that he hid in Fulu Temple and asked the monk Zhidian, who had taken care of him since childhood, for protection, then the matter must be quite serious.

And he didn't even dare tell me over the phone, instead sending the big guy Duncan to make the trip; the other party must have considerable influence. Isn't a phone call safe...?

Zhao Hao packed some tools and got ready to go out. After thinking for a moment, he stuffed the chicken leg and the soft snack into his pocket, and left with his pockets bulging.

Better safe than sorry!

We took a taxi all the way to the edge of a slum where black people lived.

Along this stretch of road, everywhere you look, there are young Black men, some squatting, some standing, casually looking at the outsiders with a scrutinizing and wary gaze.

Some of them also wore metal ornaments, chains, or had daggers or guns at their waists.

These people are peripheral members of street gangs, the kind who might pull out a dagger or pistol in a dark alley at any time and point it at you, asking to borrow some money.

I tried hailing several taxis, but none of them came this way. Finally, a Black driver took the fare, but he definitely didn't go any further.

The Black driver kept talking non-stop the whole way, like a rapper; if you were distracted for even a second, you'd miss several lines.

But when Zhao Hao got near the Fu Lu Temple, he found that the shady street thugs from Amei were gone, not a single one of them.

Even those who clearly belonged to a legitimate gang, with tattoos or large muscles, are gone.

Zhao Hao asked Duncan curiously, "Is there anything special about this place?"

Duncan's answer was perfectly natural: "In Master Chef's territory, of course there are no gang members. Even those who squat by the roadside watching pedestrians are nowhere to be seen, because if Master Chef catches them, they'll get a severe beating for not doing their job..."

Duncan clenched his fist, indicating that the master chef's fist was as big as a clay pot!

It seems that the master monk has quite a few tricks up his sleeve to be able to gain a foothold here. And he's got a lot of influence; at least Duncan highly regards him, and the local black gangs don't dare offend this great monk.

After Zhao Hao got out of the car, he looked up and saw a small red-walled temple built in a small area among many old high-rise apartments on the left and right.

Because of his ability to observe qi, Zhao Hao has recently acquired some basic books on feng shui. Although he doesn't know much, he can tell that the feng shui of the Fu Lu Temple is very good.

See? It's sheltered from the sun and has a solid backing. Although there are many tall buildings around, they've all cleverly avoided this open space. It neither blocks the sunlight nor obstructs airflow. In Feng Shui, this is called "gathering and retaining auspicious energy"!

The walls of Fulu Temple are quite high, and it's rare to find a gatehouse with dougong brackets at the entrance, which has a bit of the style of Song Dynasty architecture.

A half-finished wooden plaque hung above the door, with three large characters carved on the entire wooden board: Fu Lu Temple. The characters were a bit crooked; could it have been carved by the person himself?

The temple gate was only half open. People usually open their doors wide to help others. What does this mean?

Zhao Hao led Duncan forward, up seven steps, and into the room.

In front of me is a small courtyard of about 100 square meters, with several ornamental trees planted in large flower pots, and a large water tank with goldfish in it.

There was nothing in the middle of the courtyard, just a rather empty stone-paved ground.

Before Zhao Hao could even speak, Duncan called out, "Douglas? Douglas? We're here, where are you?"

Then they heard Gou Quan shout from the side hall, "I'm here! Come over here quickly."

Zhao Hao and Duncan followed the sound into a small room in the side hall and found Gou Quan playing video games!

Zhao Hao looked it over; it was all intact, with nothing missing or incomplete, so it was alright.

He asked, "What's going on? Why did you call me here in such a hurry? To play games with you?!"

Gou Quan grinned, "How could that be! We've really run into trouble. But look!"

He pointed to the brand-new game console in front of him.

"Atari's latest game console!"

This thing is a cartridge-based game console; Zhao Hao played with it for years when he was a kid.

This new game console developed by Atari can be said to have pioneered the practice of selling the game console and the game separately.

"I saw this thing in a TV commercial, it must cost $500, right? You're really willing to spend that much!"

Gou Quan is greedy and extravagant; this must be ingrained in his genes.

Gou Quan didn't seem to care, shaking the game controller in his hand: "My right hand is a little itchy!"

In America, there's a saying that if your right palm itches, you'll lose money, while if your left palm itches, you'll gain money.

Gou Quan couldn't resist chopping off his hands.

Zhao Hao ignored him and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, who did you offend this time to make such a mess?"

Gou Quan became dejected: "At first, I didn't know who I had offended. I just found that some people were inquiring about our best-selling books and gradually got to my side. Those people had bad intentions and they were all carrying heavy weapons! Even the gangs in the community were wary of them."

"Later I found out what happened, and it seems to be a group of Mo Du Ge people!"

"Brother Mo Du? Those drug dealers? Why are they looking for you?" Zhao Hao was very puzzled.

There's a saying: "Too far from heaven, too close to Ame."

This sentence perfectly describes Brother Mo Du.

There's a saying in diplomacy: "Befriend distant states and attack nearby ones." Zhao Kuangyin famously said, "How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?"

This Poisonous Brother Mo was right next to Amei, and Amei almost ruined him!

As soon as Mo Du Ge shows any improvement, A Mei starts making unwanted advances.

What they want is an obedient backyard, a dumping ground for garbage, a raw material production base for exploitation, and a dumping ground for high-value-added products.

They don't need a peaceful and stable neighbor.

As a result, and in the future, Mo Du Ge is destined to be a lawless place characterized by turmoil, chaos, and an inability to rise to power.

The US even sent FBI and CIA agents to specifically target Mexican leaders who weren't particularly friendly to them, inciting riots and rebellions. It's almost become a tradition, happening every few years, like planting crops—one crop after another!

So now the biggest and strongest force in the country is actually their drug trafficking gang!

Their numbers and weaponry surpass those of the regular army. Some gangs have even begun to dabble in politics, attempting to transform into warlords.

The heroin production of the "Mexico" is unparalleled in the entire Western Hemisphere. Cultivating heroin is as common as growing grain in the area.

But how did these drug dealers end up targeting Gou Quan?

"You little brat, you haven't gotten involved with that thing that makes sons without an anus, have you?" Zhao Hao stared at Gou Quan, ready to punch him in the head and make him fart if he uttered even a "yes"!

"How could that be! I, Gou Quan, am sworn to never coexist with poison!" Gou Quan jumped up and down and swore.

As long as it's not poisonous.

"What happened?" Zhao Hao asked.

Gou Quan seemed unsure, "I reckon they've got their eye on our business!"

Zhao Hao didn't react for a moment: "They've got their eye on our business? They want to make T-shirts too?"

Gou Quan rolled his eyes, a really big one. "What are you thinking? They want to make T-shirts, why would they need to bother me?"

Zhao Hao's eyes widened: "They also want to write porn... write best-selling books?!"

Gou Quan nodded: "I only figured it out today too. When the business gets big, selling thousands or tens of thousands of copies a day, people start to target us!"

"No... well, then they can just write it, why are they asking you for help?"

Gou Quan glanced at Zhao Hao and said, "Are you just pretending? You write well, okay?"

Zhao Hao burst into laughter, slapping his thigh repeatedly: "Wow! I never expected that my book would even attract the attention of drug dealers! This is... this is even more exciting than getting featured on a major promotional cover!"

"Don't say anything! Let me have some more fun!"

……

The situation is now much clearer.

Some time ago, the Italian Mafia, which was deeply rooted in Amer and had considerable influence, somehow got into a conflict with Song's Big Circle Gang.

The two sides fought fiercely, but it wasn't even about grabbing business or territory!

The reason is unknown, but the consequences are obvious.

The large-scale reshuffling and turmoil in the underground forces has intensified what was originally a stable period of gang activity.

So much so that even small-scale gray-market businesses like Zhao Hao's and Gou Quan's have attracted the attention of a group of drug dealers known as "Mo Du Ge".