All Heavens Shocked: I have a plug-in recycling template

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[Slap Shenhao System Host: Yang Fan]

[Luck value: 70-69-68...]

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For a time, Yang Fan's luck value began to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Yang Fan's "live broadcast face slap value" that only he could view also began to plummet.

After a while, Yang Fan's slap value dropped to negative.

"Fuck! You... you... who are you? Who asked you to come to persecute me? Liu Ying? Or the fat man named Wang?"

"Oh, my, I can't do it anymore, I don't recognize me anymore." The old man slumped on the ground, hugging his head and crying. It was so sad.

Along with his cries, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.

He was now certain that these people were definitely called here to punish him.

It's just that he can't guess who is going to take such pains to calculate the odds against him. What's the point of doing this?

After all, to outsiders, he is just a loser.

Except for those who have a grudge against him, who would be so idle?

Yang Fan didn't want to let the matter get worse, so he put his phone aside and whispered: "You guys, just let it go. It won't be good for you if things get really big. Let me tell you, I started the live broadcast. Thousands of people are watching you."

"Pah!" Yang Fan was slapped as soon as he finished speaking.

"You poor guy! If you don't have money, just say it. Why were you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf just now? Brothers, beat him up!"

"good!"

After a burst of punches and kicks, Yang Fan fell to the ground.

"Wait a minute, I have money! I'll take the money... I'll take the money from the main office, right?"

Yang Fan couldn't express the pain in his heart. If it weren't for the task issued by the system, why would he be beaten?

But there is nothing we can do now, it seems we have to give in first.

But Yang Fan was wrong about one thing, that is, these people were just here to mess with him and had no real interest in his money.

Even if he promised to give money from the beginning, these people under Zhang Hu would still beat him up.

After all, this is Lin Huan's special request, and he must take action!

And you have to do it in front of all the viewers in the live broadcast room.

So, one person specifically picked up Yang Fan's cell phone and continued to point the camera at him.

Naturally, these people had no objections to the boss's orders.

It's not like the previous mission of killing people and kidnapping people. Even if they are caught, they can only be detained for ten days and a half, which is not painful at all for them.

After a heavy beating, Lin Huan stopped them.

Because that guy Yang Fan's luck value has no longer decreased.

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[Slap Shenhao System Host: Yang Fan]

[Luck value: 50]

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It seems that weakening the luck value cannot rely on just one thing.

This prevents him from lowering his luck value.

"Bah! What the hell? Be careful when you walk in the future."

Those people left in a hurry after completing their tasks, leaving Yang Fan alone and messy in the wind.

Damn it!

He wants to call the police!

He wants a reward!

[Task failed, system score: 0! After deducting 50% of the initial capital, a new task begins: slap the classmates in the face! Detailed information about the task... Reward: 50 million, 5% shares of xx Group. 】

Listening to the system prompts, Yang Fan gritted his teeth and determined that it was the fat pig Wang who led people to mess with him, and secretly cursed: "Fat pig Wang! You bastard! How dare you get in my way! I'm not done with you! "

After venting, Yang Fan closed the live broadcast and checked the new tasks.

Class reunion?

Lin Huan frowned and thought for a while, feeling a little confused.

It seems like no one has invited him recently.

"Forget it, let's wait for now. The system shouldn't issue tasks for no reason." Yang Fan thought.

After receiving a beating for no reason, Yang Fan was not in the mood to go shopping. Now he just wanted to go home and have a good sleep.

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At 11:30 p.m., the nightlife begins.

Inside Zhang Hu’s private villa area.

Lin Huan arrived at an underground garage under his reception.

"Some of the things you want are ready. You can inspect the goods first." Zhang Hu said.

"Zhang Hu, I originally thought you were a smart man, but now it seems, hahahaha... in the future, you should stop doing stupid things like these tests, otherwise it will affect the transaction between us."

As a salty fish, Lin Huan is not a person who is blind to wealth.

Zhang Hu suddenly proposed to bring him to inspect the goods, obviously wanting to test his intelligence. This was a precursor to the breakdown of their relationship.

"Mr. Lin is overthinking. I won't do anything I'm not sure about." Zhang Hu smiled and motioned to the butler on the side to bring the red wine. But in Lin Huan's opinion, this was the fake smile of a lion.

As long as he reveals a flaw and reduces the threat, Zhang Hu may take a desperate risk and capture him directly here.

"Oh, let's celebrate our happy cooperation in advance." Lin Huan picked up the goblet and drank it in one gulp.

"Eh~ It tastes really bad." Lin Huan complained.

Then, he slowly walked towards the pile of resources.

"Collect!" Lin Huan waved his hand, and this large amount of resources was instantly moved to the recycling template space.

To recycle the template space, as long as it belongs to Lin Huan in name, he can put it into the space at a close distance.

"Ding ding ding!" The butler was shocked by this scene. The tray in his hand fell to the ground, and the red wine broke and flowed all over the floor.

"Why... why are you so careless? Go clean up!" Zhang Hu scolded the housekeeper, but no matter how he performed, he concealed his inner shock.

Making so many supplies disappear out of thin air is beyond science.

Now, Zhang Hu was completely sure of Lin Huan's identity.

At the same time, he immediately made a gesture behind his back.

In an instant, the snipers and other gang members who were ambushing in the dark withdrew.

If Lin Huan knew that there were hundreds of killers hidden in this seemingly empty warehouse, I wonder how shocked he would be?

After all, it was like walking away from the gates of hell.

Although he would not die now.

...

Lin Huan casually summoned an alloy iron sword and played with it.

This scene immediately changed Zhang Hu's expression again.

Lin Huan did not care about Zhang Hu's expression, but he knew that his previous operation must have made Zhang Hu give up his evil thoughts.

Lin Huan continued, "Send more people to monitor Yang Fan these two days, and the same goes for Xiao Hei. Report any situation at any time."

"Got it." Zhang Hu sighed in his heart.

It seems that he can only complete the order of this mysterious man first.

...

The next day.

According to the surveillance report from Zhang Hu, Yang Fan has been staying in the rental house all day and has never gone out. Even his three meals a day are just takeout.

Xiao Hei did not get any useful information.

With such abnormal behavior, Lin Huan guessed that it was probably because the "face-slapping system" on Yang Fan had done some task.

And that kid should be planning a new face-slapping plot.

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[Author's digression]: Please give me a banknote!

Please give me a banknote!

Please give me a banknote!

Important things should be said three times.

For the majority of book friends, banknotes are just something they get for free every day, but for the author, this is the motivation to keep writing!

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