Jiang Shan's voice suddenly appeared in the secret room.
He originally thought he would need some means to get Paul to open the secret room, but unexpectedly, this man in a suit and leather shoes had controlled his brain to the point of pleasure, even within the Ghost Domain.
"Thank God!" Jiang Shan thought to himself.
The sudden sound made the two people in the room instantly tense up.
Mary, a Ghost Controller hunter, reacted immediately.
This Grey Fog-like Ghost Domain did not originate from the Fierce Ghost, but from the man who suddenly appeared next to Paul.
"Fuck! My gun!"
Mary's face changed drastically because she had agreed to do some illicit things with Paul tonight, so she had placed all her Special Weapons downstairs early.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Mary cursed inwardly.
"Stop looking, your gun is right here."
From the blonde woman's expression, Jiang Shan knew her thoughts with just one glance.
"After all, people like you 'foreign friends' can't hide anything on your faces; your intention to find a gun is too obvious."
With that, a handgun that looked dazzlingly golden and clearly specialized appeared out of thin air in Jiang Shan's hand.
He then pointed the golden muzzle at Paul and said:
"Don't move. Move, and I'll cripple a leg; I'll only cripple the shortest one."
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Jiang Shan looked suspiciously at Paul, who was being pointed at by the gun.
The foreign man was completely calm, leaning against the door and smiling at Jiang Shan as if nothing had happened.
"Dude, are you a robot? Why are you so calm?"
Paul was indeed not panicked at all. He knew Jiang Shan's arrival must have an objective, and pointing a gun at him now was just to demand more bargaining chips.
This was irrelevant to him.
He had money and power; he could satisfy whatever the other party wanted. He had too much experience dealing with this type of Ghost Controller.
Most importantly, he guaranteed that whatever Jiang Shan managed to extract from his mouth, he would make him spit it back out.
And he would have to pay back his life as interest.
So, Paul calmly took a sip of wine and looked at Jiang Shan with the eloquence he prided himself on, saying:
"Friend from the East, there is a good saying in your country: Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Since you are here, you are my friend Paul. If you want money, just tell me, and I will give you lots and lots of money. There is no need for knives and guns."
Jiang Shan looked suspiciously at the blonde man drinking in front of him; he hadn't expected this man to know this trick.
His Chinese wasn't great, but he was quite adept at using idioms and sayings from the Analects.
Observing Jiang Shan's expression carefully, Paul became even calmer, feeling that his words had moved the other party.
He opened the wine cabinet, took out a stemmed glass, poured red wine, and slowly walked toward Jiang Shan, saying:
"Would you like a glass of mellow wine, friend? This is top-tier dry red from the Burgundy Manor; this small sip costs fifty thousand US dollars."
"Mary, go to my drawer and take out that record—the one used to entertain distinguished guests. Let my friend appreciate the beauty of Western European music."
But the blonde woman, hearing Paul's request, stood frozen in place, as if she hadn't heard anything.
"Mary! Why aren't you going quickly?! What are you thinking about?!" Paul roared angrily at the woman.
But Mary also wanted to move; no matter how she tried, she found she couldn't move at all now.
She couldn't even speak.
She felt her entire body had been invaded by a ghost; apart from her eyes, she had lost control of her body.
"Isn't that just the voice of the Missionary? Stop playing games with me, little brother from Western Europe, it's time for you to go," Jiang Shan said flatly.
But this voice struck Paul like a thunderclap.
Before he could speak, he heard Jiang Shan's voice continue:
"Sorry, I don't eat beef, listen to music, or drink wine!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Following two gunshots, Jiang Shan realized he hadn't hit anything. He fell silent for a moment.
Before Paul could celebrate,
In an instant, his body was suddenly covered in Scarlet Ghost Scripts, and the Killing Pattern, which meant certain death upon contact, activated on him and Mary.
In that moment, both their bodies stiffened, their eyes lost color, and they fell straight to the ground, breathless.
"Next time, aim for Ye Jun's head; it'll definitely be a headshot," Jiang Shan reminded himself secretly. Then he walked into the secret room.
It was called a secret room, but it was actually a safe room, about fifty square meters, magnificent and dazzling, almost blinding Jiang Shan's eyes.
"There is beauty in books, and Paul truly has a house of Gold."
Jiang Shan reached out to touch it, but he felt the texture was slightly off. With a hard press, he realized the surroundings were not Gold at all, but a layer of relatively thick Gold Foil.
"Sigh."
Jiang Shan sighed deeply, standing there speechless.
Apart from the three Golden Boxes placed in the corner, he wouldn't be able to get any other windfall.
Oh well, being too greedy isn't a good thing.
While scraping the Gold Foil, Jiang Shan suddenly froze. He realized:
Why was his willpower so unstable now? Was he really being blinded by such material wealth?
Half an hour later.
Jiang Shan, who had scraped a whole bag of Gold Foil, began to tally his gains for the day:
"Thirty-seven handguns, one hundred and twenty-eight kilograms of Gold, a bag of Gold Foil, and three Golden Boxes containing Fierce Ghosts."
Three ghosts were enough for him to trade with the Ghost Cabinet.
With that thought,
Jiang Shan used his Ghost Domain to place all his gains onto his SUV. To avoid suspicion, he deliberately covered the top of the three boxes with a layer of black cloth.
As Jiang Shan returned to the car, the Ghost Domain Range began to shrink rapidly.
In a short while, the Grey Fog shrank to perfectly envelop the car. Seeing that it was about right, Jiang Shan stomped the accelerator to the floor, and the car engine began to roar violently.
The SUV started moving on the road at a bizarre speed.
Zhao Kaiming, who arrived late, only saw the car enveloped by the Ghost Domain. He frowned deeply, pondering something.
Seven thirty in the morning.
Jiang Shan, still immersed in sleep, was suddenly awakened by a frantic Phone Call. He picked up the phone and saw it was Yan Li calling him.
"Is he about to die?" This was Jiang Shan's first thought.
But he quickly dismissed the idea. Yan Li was lively at the Club yesterday, and he hadn't even gotten involved in the conflict between Yang Jian and Zhao Kaiming yet.
He didn't even know Yang Jian yet. It seemed Yan Li was calling him for something else.
So Jiang Shan answered the call, and Yan Li's voice came through the phone:
"Jiang Shan, I'm going to catch a ghost tonight. I'm worried something might happen to me, so I'm calling you in advance. If I feel like I'm about to die, I'll call you. Keep your phone on tonight. The address is Furen Mall."
"OK, if you're done for, call me. Maybe I can collect a complete corpse for you when I get there," Jiang Shan said.
Yan Li on the other end of the line was silent for a moment, then said thank you before hanging up.
"It's finally time for Yang Jian to lock up the Headless Ghost Shadow," Jiang Shan thought, looking out the window toward an area in the city suburbs.
"Guanjiang Residential Area, time to go take a look."
Brothers, please show lots of support and don't be stingy with your recommendation tickets, I beg you!