Sitting in the car and admiring the receding pedestrians and scenery outside the window, Zhang Cheng suddenly asked without warning: "Patty, you used to be a lord of Brooklyn, right? Can you tell me what the lord needs to do on weekdays, and what do you rely on to earn gold dinars?"

"Why, do you know anything about everything?" the banshee sneered sarcastically as she drove.

"Answer my question positively, ma'am, unless you're going to let me ask it in another way. Zhang Cheng completely ignored the other party's provocative attitude and bluntly issued a threat.

As the master who holds the control, he will not hesitate to do so if he wants to even let the other party strip naked on the street, kneel down and lick his toes, make all kinds of blushing movements, and even give the order to commit suicide.

For such a thing, which he didn't know if it was a human or some kind of magical item, he didn't need to be angry at all.

Patty was undoubtedly very aware of this, and immediately put away the ridicule on his face, and explained without looking back: "The so-called lord is actually a bit like a gang boss in nature. ”

"Gangster boss?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, you see, the underworld is ruled by people with all sorts of supernatural powers. Some of them have eccentric personalities, some are unruly, and some are full of strong desires. Money, power, beautiful women, or handsome men, in short, there are no less desires that normal human beings have. What's even more terrifying is that they can use their power to easily escape the pursuit of the judiciary. If it were you, what would I do to get them to be honest?" asked Patty, expressionless.

Zhang Cheng touched his chin, and a thoughtful expression quickly appeared: "Okay, I understand." As a lord, you must show absolute overwhelming power and make it clear to every inhabitant of the underworld in your jurisdiction that breaking the rules is equivalent to death. And what about taxes? Don't tell me it's a per capita tax. ”

Every Underworld resident living in your jurisdiction must pay fifteen percent of his income on time every month, whether it is a gold dinar or a dollar. Some lords will even take control of the criminal organizations in their jurisdiction, allowing them to be their own constant source of profits. Of course, the premise is that the secrets of the underground world must not be exposed, otherwise the cleaners will be dispatched to secretly clean up all the ordinary people involved. In short, you just need to find a good accountant to get everything done. ”

The long silence made Patty gradually become a bit talkative, and she talked about her experience in managing the territory.

Although she hated the young man sitting in the back seat in her heart, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of dependence for some reason.

"Sounds interesting! Turning around, I now change my mind and not go home, to the territory allocated to me by the council. Zhang Cheng curled the corners of his mouth and showed an interested smile.

"Trust me, you won't be disappointed in that territory. As far as I know, it's the richest place in the whole of Brooklyn......"

After saying this meaningful sentence, Patty completely ignored the traffic rules, and directly turned from one side of the highway to the other side with a sharp turn, and then threw a wink at the male drivers in the car next to him, and sped away under the stunned gaze of the other party.

"Oh my God, I seem to see an angel!" exclaimed the middle-aged truck driver with a big belly opening his mouth wide open.

"Angels, no! Paul, that's not an angel! It's a demon, a demon in hell that lures mortals to fall! Damn! I want to shoot her, even if it costs hell!" The other middle-aged man in the passenger seat retorted as he took a bite of the hamburger in his hand.

From the eyes full of lust and the high bulging crotch, it is not difficult to see that his burger is 100% regarded as a plump cellulite bulging on a woman's chest.

"Fake, how dare you defile the angel of innocence, I'm going to kill you!" the truck driver choked his companion like crazy.

Not to be outdone, the latter threw away the half-eaten hamburger, stuck the other party's neck and roared: "Idiot! I told you that it was a demon!

"She's an angel!"

"No! she's a demon!"

With a fierce argument and scuffle, the two quickly rolled out of the car onto the highway, neither of them taking a step back.

They didn't realize at all that their overly excited emotions were actually affected by the powerful magical power of the ** banshee.

......

For about 20 minutes, the car slowly drove into a relatively prosperous and lively area.

The road is lined with a variety of small shops, from popular bars, nightclubs, strip clubs, to supermarkets selling fast food, sweets, groceries and toys.

Anyway, unlike most Brooklyn districts, which are either clean and tidy for the rich or dirty for the poor, there is a sense of complexity that is hard to describe in words.

On the streets, you can see tattered homeless people begging, street performers selling their performance art, and even a scene of young people selling narcotics living in harmony with patrol officers not far away.

Patty seemed to be familiar with the place, and after a while stopped at the door of a health club called Mystic Hills.

"We're here!"

"Arrived?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the strong hot girl sweating in the transparent glass window, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He never dreamed that his stronghold would be a health club.

According to the rules of the council, every territory will have a place of business to cover up the truth, maybe a restaurant, maybe a bar, maybe a nightclub or an antique shop, a pawnshop.

Generally, the ownership of these places was vested in the New York sub-council, but when a lord was established, it became the lord's private property until the lord died or was stripped of his title for a major mistake.

Obviously, the secret stronghold where Zhang Cheng got the territory was the overcrowded health club in front of him.

"Go to the second floor and find a woman named Fitz who will guide you through the handover formalities. Besides, I won't go in with you, unless you want to see bloodshed on your first day in office. The banshee stroked her long blonde hair and hinted.

If you look closely, Patty's hand holding the steering wheel is shaking slightly, and she will only do so if she is nervous or excited.

"Have you had a holiday with the people here?" asked Zhang Cheng with some uncertainty.

"No, it's not a holiday, it's hatred. You know, I once sucked Fitz's first boyfriend dry, so she couldn't help but attack whenever she saw me. ”

"Oh, well, you've done a lot of stupid things. I kind of understand now that you're the way you are today by asking for ......"