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The knife in one hand was just on the man's chin, and the thin blade was close to him, making it impossible for others to see any clues.

The entire coherent action occurs within three seconds.

In the eyes of others, Zhao Lue just patted the man's shoulder, and then the man lost his balance and was supported by Zhao Lue.

"You haven't checked your balance yet. Are you stupid enough to take advantage of this situation and offend most people, or are you confident that your balance is enough and you don't need help from others, or -"

Zhao Lue stared at the man's eyes intently, making the man tremble: "Actually, you don't have to pay at all?"

After a while, Zhao Lue opened the man's fingers and took the phone.

Find the recent call history and call back.

The name of the contact person is three words, Han Jianping, and the note is deputy captain.

The author has something to say: Although everyone does not have the ability to make money, you must believe that you are a leopard-headed zero-charge.

Chapter 235 Containment Failure (4)

Within a few seconds after the call was connected, Zhao Lue glanced at Wang Xichen and motioned for him to talk to others.

Wang Xichen noticed that Zhao Lue's attention was no longer on other people. Although exchanging two million for ten years was his idea, Zhao Lue really stopped paying attention to this matter and handed it over to Wang Xichen.

——It's as if there is no need to doubt this matter, and the man suppressed by Zhao Lue is more important.

Except that the man's cell phone had a signal, Wang Xichen actually couldn't see anything about the man that Zhao Luo cared about.

Wang Xichen couldn't help but think of Zhao Lue's intuition.

Zhao Lue has had an amazing intuition since he was a child. He does not completely believe in his intuition, but every fact proves how discerning he is. Mr. Zhao dotes on him, but what makes Zhao Lue the sole heir of the Zhao family is precisely because of Zhao Lue's frightening vision that does not match his age.

Wang Xichen still remembers what Zhao Lue did when he first came to his uncle's company. He took an apple and peeled it while calmly making important decisions for his uncle. He didn't care whether these decisions would affect tens of millions of people. From top to bottom, everyone in the company acted on the instructions given by him at a young age. Step by step, the stock market was shaken.

——One word determines life or death. It makes people think of the kind of emperor who speaks his mind in court.

At that time, all the gentlemen and ladies who originally followed Zhao Lue to the company were dazzled by him. Ye Feiyu said dreamily: "What is turning in his palm is not an apple, but a planet." Then Zhao Lue took a bite of the apple, raised his eyebrows, and said with high spirits: "Am I awesome? Praise me."

However, Zhao Lue did not just ride in the business world. He even showed that he was a little bored with doing business. He became obsessed with extreme sports and became curious about the limits of human beings.

At first it was just bungee jumping, skydiving, and wingsuit gliding, but later it evolved into mercenaries.

mercenary!

Wang Xichen thought Zhao Lue was crazy when Zhao Lue told him this. Who could have imagined that when they were young, their own younger brother would transform from a rich and powerful N-generation into a mercenary that is not even mentioned in the news? !

Wang Xichen finally chose to keep Zhao Lue's secret secret, but Mr. Zhao still found out. The old man was furious: "You really think you are a single seedling in a thousand hectares of land, I will follow you around! You are so wild outside, you dare to go to the battlefield! Why don't you join the army! Fight for the country. You do!"

Zhao Lue stayed at home obediently and did not go out for a long time.

Later, Ye Feiyu quietly asked Zhao Luo if he had ever killed anyone. Zhao Lue curled his lips and said, "How can that be possible? Newcomers can't just get good at it. I just practiced in the organization base for a while. How can I really become a mercenary? I just want to learn something real to defend myself."

Everyone was relieved.

Now, Wang Xichen looked at Zhao Lue's ability to easily suppress an adult man, and felt that what he had learned was real.

After gathering his composure, Wang Xichen continued to speak his thoughts to the passengers and drivers present.

When he recalled, the front end of the team had been paying fees in an orderly manner. The rules of the toll booth and Zhao Lue's words aroused the gambler mentality of some people: their lives have been charged ten thousand years by the toll booth, too much If you lose money, you must earn it back from other places, and it is okay to pay for it with your life. When the opportunity to earn $200,000 or two million a year for free is presented to you, people are likely to be tempted.

Including the woman and her father, there were thirty-three people present.

What Wang Xichen has to do is to win the hearts of at least ten people.

The surprise soon occurred. Some people think that ten years is too long and want to exchange three years for 600,000. Some people are even willing to pay only 200,000 yuan a year.

The wife of the couple was grateful to Zhao Lue for saving her husband's life and was willing to pay him for twenty years, but she was embarrassed to say that she wanted more money.

"Is five hundred...six million okay?" The woman grabbed her husband's hand worriedly. "There must be something wrong with his body. Otherwise, why would he not live to be fifty at such a young age? I want to take him to the hospital for a checkup. , it costs money to see a doctor..."

Wang Xichen nodded to express understanding.

In addition to her, there are also smart people who see that he and Zhao Lue are extraordinary and are willing to make friends with them for free.

They are indeed very smart. The life-saving grace of Wang Xichen and Zhao Lue cannot be exchanged for hundreds of millions, nor can it be exchanged for several generations.

Unfortunately, if Wang Xichen agreed rashly, the rules of the "market" would be messed up. Fortunately, Wang Xichen also began to take over the family business, and these transactions were not difficult for him. In his clever words, the rules were re-established: as long as it is more than ten years, the more time, the more money. Wang Xichen would not ask for too much, and did not want to hurt others.

In the end, when Zhao Lue pressed the man to the toll booth, more than 20 people stood up.

However, half of them stood up because so many people stood up, and they were only prepared to pay for two or three years.

"A total of 142 years, 40 million." Wang Xichen said to Zhao Lue.

Zhao Lue said "Oh", and did not express whether he was satisfied with the result.

He just looked at the mobile phone in his hand and smiled with interest.

He made three calls in total, and finally got through on the third time.

Under Zhao Lue's threat, the man and the man named Han Jianping started a conversation that was difficult for others to understand.

Han Jianping: "Why, didn't I tell you not to call? Our mission is about to begin."

Man: "That man is really... scary. He seems to have seen that we are different from others."

Han Jianping: "What are you afraid of? He just drives a million-dollar car. He is not someone we are afraid of. As long as you don't reveal your identity, the toll station will only treat you as an ordinary person and will not turn into the main god space mode."

Main god space mode-Zhao Lue heard this and cut the man's chin with a knife.

The man shuddered and said, "Brother Han, what is the main god mode?"

Han Jianping was silent for a while, and said, "Who is next to you?" Then he hung up the phone.

Zhao Lue held the phone thoughtfully, and then he escorted the man to the window.

It was his turn in the team. He glanced at the twenty or so people who were standing and ready to stretch out their arms at the same time, and stretched his arm into the window first.

"Let me check my balance first."

Just then, the phone rang again, and Zhao Lue took back his hand and answered it.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Lue did not answer, but revealed the other party's identity: "Vice Captain of the Lord God Team, Han Jianping."

The other party did not know who he was, but he knew who the other party was. Zhao Lue liked to hold the initiative in his hands.

Han Jianping laughed: "You are very perceptive, or did that kid tell you? It's a pity that you have to die here today. The Porsche you and your friend bought is not cheap."

Zhao Lue then talked about his practice of spending money to buy his life.

Listening to the breathing sound on the other end of the phone, he smiled slightly and tried: "You are short of money." It can be seen from the man's eagerness to jump out and ask for it.

"And I have money." He confirmed it through the reaction of the other party.

Han Jianping asked: "Yes, we are short of a lot of money, but do you have money? Do you have 100 million?"

"Yes."

"Two hundred million?"

"Yes."

"One billion?"

"I have a lot."

"...Who are you?"

Zhao Lue raised his eyes, and everyone was looking at him in confusion while making a phone call.

"Come and see me." This time he hung up the phone.

The sky gradually darkened under the eaves of the toll station. The knife in Zhao Lue's hand was very steady and bright, just like the fruit knife he held when he peeled apples.

——Ah, he was hungry.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Zhao Lue doubted whether his stomach had just made a slight noise.

Three black shadows fell from the sky.

A man and two women stepped on the car, smashing the innocent car into obvious dents.

They looked like ordinary people, but there was a hint of pride on their faces. They jumped off the hood at the same time, following some kind of same rhythm, as if there was a special induction between them.

They stared at everyone present, and finally looked at Zhao Lue and the man in his hand.

"Please let our companion go." The long-haired woman on the left said.

"Waste, you can't be a member of our team at all." The short-haired woman on the right said.

The man standing in the middle, who looked like the leader, was stunned the moment he saw Zhao Lue. He frowned and looked at Zhao Lue, with an incredible confusion, as if he saw someone he knew but was not sure.

Their appearance was so sudden and magical that the scene was silent, except for a very thin sound of something passing through the air.

The short-haired woman was a little annoyed when she saw Zhao Lue's cold and motionless behavior.

"What's the point of being rich!" She muttered, spreading her ten fingers in front of her.

It was like admiring her nails, and like playing the piano.

With a "click", Zhao Lue heard a very close bone sound.

He lowered his head and saw that the arm of the man who was originally suppressed by him was bent in a weird way and quickly escaped from his control.

The man's face was horrified and painful, but his fist brought a gust of wind and hit Zhao Lue very hard.

The fist brushed Zhao Lue's cheek, bringing up a small strand of hair, and Zhao Lue narrowed his eyes.

Without waiting to stand firm, the man forcibly raised his right leg.

A normal person could not do this twisted movement.

A fierce and vicious whip kick hit Zhao Lue's shoulder.

"Be careful!" Wang Xichen shouted.

Zhao Lue quickly crouched and took a step forward, making the whip kick fall into the air.

At the same time, the knife in his fingertips swung at the man's flailing arms like a stream of light.

The man's flesh was immediately torn apart, and blood fell on Zhao Lue's eyebrows.

Zhao Lue raised his eyes slightly and noticed that the man was rotating his arm as if he didn't feel any pain.

"Here." Zhao Lue whispered, and raised the knife.

"Dangdangdang——"

Sparks flew in the air, and the sharp knife broke into two pieces, one flying to the man's neck, and the other flying in front of the short-haired woman.

For a moment, everyone could only hear the staggered but not chaotic footsteps. Suddenly, there was a dull sound of a blade piercing into the flesh, and the man twitched and fell to the ground like a puppet without control.

"You can control his body." Zhao Lue pulled out half of the blade from the man's neck, and his eyes made the short-haired woman a little creepy.

"【Pulling Silk Play·Martial Puppet】." The man among the three said to Zhao Lue, "This is the ability she got, but she doesn't know how to use it yet, otherwise she could control you."

"I'm Han Jianping." He said, "Who are you?"

Zhao Lue replied, "A member of the Zhao family in Yanjing."

Han Jianping was startled, thought for a while, and said, "I hope that Young Master Zhao can fund our activities. As compensation, we can help Young Master Zhao pay the life he needs to pay. How about that?"

What Han Jianping revealed in his words was thought-provoking.

The breeze blew the hem of Zhao Lue's dark windbreaker, making people