Punishing Yin Quan was just a trivial matter, and Fang Nan left it behind when he finished it.

Fang Nan, who blessed himself with invisibility techniques, walked out of the door of the restaurant and lifted the shackles on the four of them.

Then Fang Nan blessed himself with the Wind Resisting Technique and chased in the direction where the spirit imprint had left.

Although the Red Divine Feather condensed by the Red Armor Divine Feather Technique is very fast, it is too dynamic and obviously not suitable for use in urban areas.

With Fang Nan's current strong physique, he has been blessed with the Wind Resisting Technique, and his speed is twice as fast as that of the top sports cars.

If it breaks out with all his might, Fang Nan can even break through the speed of sound for a short time!

However, in the urban area, Fangnan must not be so messy.

The movement of the spirit imprint is not very fast, and the normal speed is sufficient.

……

Fang Nan was engrossed in feeling the spiritual imprint that had been left on the underground guild staff.

He kept his speed so that it wouldn't be easily noticed by passers-by, but he had to be faster than the staff member.

"This guy should be driving."

Fang Nan calculated what the staff member was doing based on the speed at which the spirit imprint was moving.

……

Sebastien Rodt is a member of the Underground Guild, and the kind of son who inherits his father's business.

He was raised by his father almost since he was a child, and even after some resistance when he was young, he still did not escape this fate.

But Sebastien Rodet now thinks back on his work, status, and wealth over the years, and realizes how ridiculous he was when he was young.

"Such a good job, I want to shirk it, I don't know how many people can't ask for it, behind me is the world's No. 1 Truth Holy Court!"

I think of my classmates, all of whom are still working hard, and they are taught by their respective bosses every day like their grandchildren.

Look at yourself, 9 in the morning to 5, just hand over some items every day.

However, the salary and benefits are several times that of the best students in the same class, and the work is several times easier than him.

For Sebastien Rodt, salary is a small matter, but what really matters is status.

Don't look at him as just a small clerk of the underground guild, but in the entire underground world of Luodun City, few people dare to mess with him.

Because behind him is the Holy Court of Truth, the world's number one underground force!

With this background, Sebastien Rodt can achieve great fortune with just a little hook of his hand.

"It's a pity that my dad explained that this kind of thing can't be done too much! Otherwise, it is likely to be disposed of by the Holy See! ”

Sebastien Rodet said regretfully.

The Holy Court of Truth is both his umbrella and a sharp blade suspended above his head, and if he violates the rules, it is enough to make him doomed!

Over the years, although Sebastien Rodt has gained a lot of benefits through the name of the Holy Court of Truth, he has always been careful to keep the bottom line and dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Treat people and things as much as possible, and those who can't bear it will use the underground guild to strike a thunderous blow and solve the other party.

Didi!

Sebastien Rodett, who was in a state of distraction, instinctively gave way to the car when he heard the whistle behind the car.

A red sports car whizzed past him, and a young man with dyed hair and a nose ring made a disdainful gesture towards Sebastien Rodt with his head out of the window.

And then scolded again, snail car!

Sebastien Rodett's eyes froze, but he didn't say anything.

He didn't want to clean up this young man, it was completely due to his profession, which made him involuntarily look at people coldly.

Who made him face vicious mercenaries every day, his expression was not cold, and he couldn't suppress those people.

As for the sports car youth, Sebastien Rodt didn't pay attention to it at all.

It's like looking at an ant.

After the red sports car ran by, it followed by several sports cars of different styles.

Apparently this is a group of drag racing parties, and they are quite rich second-generation drag racing parties.

"Maybe I should consider a different place to live, or talk to Rogers, lest Fia follow suit!"

Fia is the son of Sebastien Rodert, who is only sixteen years old this year, and is also the future successor he has trained.

Rogers is the chief of the nearby police department, and the two have some things to do with each other, and they have a good relationship.

A casual remark that shows Sebastien Rodt's sense of control.

The car traveled slowly and leisurely for a while, and suddenly slumped and paralyzed on the road.

Sebastien Rodet frowned, turned on the warning lights, and got out of the car to check.

"Damn Anthony, he must have cut corners for me again while repairing the car!"

Sebastien Rodt opened the hood and saw the burned engine, and couldn't help but curse.

looked around, and he happened to be in an embarrassing position where he couldn't go to the village and couldn't find the store behind.

Sebastien Rodt took out his cigarette and walked to the side of the road to light it, then took a deep breath to relieve some of his depressed mood.

Then he took out his mobile phone and called the repair shop and reported the address.

Sebastien Rodt had just hung up the phone when he suddenly felt a faint light flash in front of him for some reason, and then his consciousness was in a trance.

Syllable!

Sebastien Rodet was tapped on the shoulder in a trance, and then he suddenly woke up.

The professional instinct of the underground man almost made him overreact and throw the person behind him out.

Fortunately, the other party's voice sounded in time, so Sebastien Rodt quickly stopped his movements.

"Sir! Mr! Is it the repair service you called? ”

A young man dressed in a blue repairman's costume stood behind Sebastien Rodt and said.

Sebastien Rodet turned to look at the young man, a little dazed, not knowing what to say.

It wasn't until the young man pointed to the car on the road that Sebastien Rodet reacted, and the other party was the repairman he called.

"Is it so fast to repair cars now?"

Sebastien Rodet wondered, for he felt that he had only blinked an eye, and that he had not finished a single cigarette.

But Sebastien Rodet didn't say anything, he reacted, nodded and said, "It's my car!" ”

"Then please sign it, and we'll fix it for you right away!"

The repairman youth smiled and picked up the signature list and handed it to Sebastien Rodett.

"Oh!"

Sebastien Rodet looked at the engine failure, as he thought.

Once he was sure that there was no problem, Sebastien Rodt signed his name.

The young mechanic who took the order ran back to his tool cart to get the tools, and then jingled to fix Sebastien Rodt's car.

"Huh? My cigarettes? ”

When the young repairman had left, Sebastien Rodet noticed that the cigarette he had just lit had disappeared, and when he looked at his feet, he saw a burned cigarette lying at his feet.

However, what puzzled Sebastien Rodet was that this was not a finished cigarette handle, but a cigarette butt with full ash.

It's like a cigarette that you just took a puff of and someone throws it on the ground and lets it burn out on its own.

"What's going on? I remember just a flash in my eyes, and then I blinked, how did it take so long? ”

Sebastien Rodet was sure that the cigarette was his own.

Turning to look at the repairman in the blue overalls again, Sebastien Rodet wondered if he was mentally ill. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Milk Tea Shop Owner Association Spell Claw Book House" for free for the first time.