"His Majesty..."
What a majestic title, Ji Qianming thought to himself.
Zhang Fan looked at his watch, stood up slowly, and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Seeing that Zhang Fan was about to leave, Ji Qianming hurriedly stood up, "It's not peaceful outside. Don't forget that there are thugs chasing us."
Zhang Fan took off his black coat from the hanger at the door and said calmly: "I want to find someone."
"Looking for an enemy?"
"Um."
"I will go with you."
Zhang Fan was startled and turned around to find Ji Qianming looking at him seriously.
"We are friends and you are my boss."
After last night's life-and-death fight, the two of them had a life-long friendship, and Ji Qianming had already regarded Zhang Fan as a friend.
Although he is a little out of his usual self-image, he has always been very loyal. Yesterday, Zhang Fan even withstood the attack of a bunch of people for him. If he backed down now, he would look down on himself.
Ji Qianming's heart suddenly surged with enthusiasm, and he was filled with pride. He wished he could immediately follow Zhang Fan out and kill everyone, showing his brotherly love with the blood of his enemies!
"I don't need friends." Zhang Fan said coldly after being silent for a long time.
Ji Qianming: "..."
Ji Qianming never expected to hear such an answer. He felt a wave of cold water pouring over him from head to toe, and his high fighting spirit was instantly extinguished.
Zhang Fan opened the door and walked out without looking back. Another word came vaguely.
"My enemy is very strong and you will die."
Ji Qianming froze in place, looking in the direction Zhang Fan was leaving. After a long time, he showed a bright smile.
…
Chengyuan Heavy Industry.
The sound of high heels echoed in the long corridor, and an enchanting woman was walking from the end of the corridor.
Besides the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the man wearing a six-pointed star mask turned around, and a hoarse voice came from under the mask: "Is everything arranged?"
"Hehehe." Hua Gui chuckled, "I have made arrangements a long time ago. The entire 51st floor of Chengyuan Heavy Industry is guarded by armed thugs at every level. Not even a fly can fly in."
"Where is that place?"
"Of course, I have to personally guard that place."
The warlock nodded and said calmly: "It's almost time. It's estimated that Gou Chen's people are very busy now. I'm going to leave soon. You must guard that place."
"Hey, it seems that our little newcomer hasn't come back." Hua Gui suddenly thought of something, and his voice started to complain, "I've been craving for his body for a long time."
"Hmph, that loser." The warlock snorted coldly, "Don't worry about him. Although that boy is not simple, it is still important to complete the mission now."
At this moment, the brow under the mask suddenly frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart.
Strange, where has the special envoy gone? The special envoy has not been seen since the last meeting, which makes him slightly worried. After all, it is still difficult to break into the heavily guarded Jinshan alone. If the special envoy is there, he can be 90% sure of success. Nine.
He shook his head. The mission of the special envoy was only to stop Ming Jun. As for the others, he didn't have the need or the authority to take care of them.
…
noon.
The hustle and bustle of the city was scorched by the sun, and there were crowds of people on the street. Some store on the street was playing cheerful music, and it was very lively.
Under the shade beside the road, a handsome young man stood quietly, out of tune with the world.
Zhang Fan glanced at his phone. On it was a message received two days ago.
"The Eye of the Sky observed the Puppet Master at 2:43:19 pm on July 26. Location: No. 8 Xuefu Road, Zhenjiang. There are 72 hours left before the next observation."
He looked up and saw that this was an ordinary coffee shop. The store was not big and looked old from the outside. There were a few large brown characters written on the top of the glass door.
Mancat Cafe.
Zhang Fan watched at the door for a long time, then pushed the door open and entered.
"Ding, welcome!"
The electronic sound sounded, and suddenly a strong aroma of coffee beans spread out. The interior furnishings were in the standard Western cafe style, with a brown tone and a few scattered wooden tables. At this moment, several people were sitting in twos and threes. guests.
A man in a suit reading a magazine, a programmer in a green plaid shirt, and three female college students chatting and laughing.
Zhang Fan glanced around, slowly released the hand holding the blade in his pocket, casually found a seat by the window, and sat down, sighing slightly.
This is really just an ordinary coffee shop.
Maybe he just happened to pass by during the Sky Eye observation, or maybe he stopped to buy a cup of coffee. The probability that this is the Puppet Master's safe house is really small.
squeak.
The old bar door made a sound, and the young waiter walked over and said with a smile: "Sir, what do you need?"
"A cup of latte, don't add sugar." Zhang Fan said calmly.
"OK."
The waiter responded and turned to leave. Zhang Fan looked out the window blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Time passed by minute by second, and the pedestrians outside the window had already walked countless times. They could only see that the sun was setting towards the west, and it was almost dusk.
wrong! Zhang Fan suddenly came back to his senses.
Why hasn't my coffee come after so long? Why has no one come in or out for such a long time? When did the coffee shop that was bustling just now become silent?
He turned around, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
The only six people in the room stood up at some point, staring at Zhang Fan with pairs of dull eyes. There was no expression on their faces, and they were as stiff as puppets.
Zhang Fan's hair suddenly stood up. He quickly stood up and tightly grasped the blade in his hand.
"Puppet Master!" The overwhelming anger burned in his eyes, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent as he spat out every word.
"You finally discovered it." The man in the suit said mechanically, his voice without any emotion.
"Is this really your safe house?"
"Safe house?" A stiff smile appeared on the programmer's face, "Who dares to use a safe house knowing that you guys have a good eye?"
Zhang Fan frowned, "Then how did you find me?"
"I've been following you since you left the hotel." The waiter's deep voice sounded.
"And you..."
"It's not always..."
"Looking for me?"
The three female college students spoke one after another, and six of them laughed ferociously at the same time, which made everyone's scalp numb!
"Come out!"
The golden rune in Zhang Fan's left eye suddenly lit up, he raised his right foot and stepped hard on the ground. All the tables in the room moved back three feet, leaving a blank area.
"You only dare to rely on puppets to talk to me. Is this one of the famous four special envoys of Shangxie!"
Zhang Fan roared with murderous intent.
At this moment, the door curtain of the back kitchen moved slightly, and vaguely a man wearing a white mask with a crying face was standing there.
"The first-level ability user's tone is quite good. I will do as you wish." An indifferent voice came from under the mask.
"Xiang Lengfeng!" Zhang Fan's breathing became rapid, and the anger in his eyes became more intense, "Do you still remember Lu Fang?"
The puppet master tilted his head slightly as if he was remembering something. After a while, he spoke slightly: "Are you talking about the woman who wants money rather than her life?"
"Can you say it again?" Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and stared at the puppet master. The golden light in his left eye was like a blazing sun!
The tables and chairs in the room suddenly began to tremble slightly, and the porcelain cups, knives and forks, and coffee beans displayed on the bar floated directly into the air as if there was an invisible big hand moving everything in the cafe.
"What did you do to her?"
"Oh? What's your relationship with her? Are you the precious son she desperately wants to save?" The puppet master did not answer but spoke with interest.
Zhang Fan didn't answer, just stared at him.
"I'm so sorry." The puppet master spread his hands and said calmly.
"She's dead, I killed her."