I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 346: Communication is my communication, you flow

Inside the bar's office, the lights were dim and blurry, and the air was filled with the faint smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and an ambiguous atmosphere.

After another intoxicating and soul-deep communication.

Mengluo blinked as if waking up from a dream and finally remembered the important matter.

A trace of worry appeared on her pretty face, and she whispered, "I owe Hussein two million in usury, so he sent someone to collect the interest tonight. You just injured his men. If he comes to trouble me again in the future, what should I do?"

Although the trouble tonight is solved.

But if Shen Lang just walks away, endless troubles will be waiting for her.

It would be best for her if the problem could be solved once and for all.

Hearing this, Shen Lang said disapprovingly: "If the problem cannot be solved, then solve the problem of heat."

Meng Luo was stunned when she heard this, and carefully pondered the deeper meaning of Shen Lang's words in her mind.

After a moment, she understood what Shen Lang was referring to.

But I didn't feel relieved or happy because of this. Instead, I felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

Because in her simple and kind-hearted understanding, killing is always against the law.

Immediately, her beautiful eyes widened, she looked at Shen Lang in disbelief, and stammered, "Solve...solve the problem? Are you planning to kill Hussein?"

However, facing Meng Luo's questioning, Shen Lang looked indifferent.

He responded nonchalantly, "Why not? Let alone a small figure like Hussein, even if it was the Governor of Hong Kong, it would be a piece of cake if I wanted to."

"This……"

Mengluo frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

If Hussein could be killed, this current troublesome problem would be easily solved.

She bit her pink lower lip lightly, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said, "I... I'm just a weak woman who can't even tie a chicken. How could I have the ability to take his life?"

Although this sentence is said in a euphemistic way, its meaning is self-evident.

However, she didn't say it too bluntly.

Of course Shen Lang heard the implication in Meng Luo's words, but he pretended to be ignorant, as if he had no idea what the other party meant.

After just two exchanges, he asked me to act as a killer to kill Hussein. Wouldn't that make my skills seem too worthless?

Seeing Shen Lang silent, Meng Luo couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

She asked again, "Could it be that even you are helpless in this matter?"

Hearing this, Shen Lang stretched out his fingers and gently twisted the pacifier.

"I am a law-abiding, well-behaved citizen. Not long ago, the police even awarded me the honorary 'Good Citizen' award. How could a gentleman like me kill people so casually?"

When Meng Luo heard Shen Lang say that he was a gentleman, she was speechless.

If people like him are all upright gentlemen, then I am a reserved and decent woman.

But now, she also understood that Shen Lang wanted more benefits.

So I asked, "If I want you to help me solve this problem, what should I do?"

"I like people like you who are sensible." Shen Lang said, "I like beautiful women. If we have a pleasant exchange, your business will be my business. I will naturally not let Hussein bully you."

Meng Luo immediately took over the conversation, "Since they've been talking to you this way, can't it be considered a pleasant exchange?"

Shen Lang said: "I am a very domineering person. We were just communicating in the old place. Why don't we try to communicate in a new place?"

"A new place?" Meng Luo asked in surprise. "What new place? What are we communicating about?"

She didn't think too much about it and just thought that Shen Lang was dissatisfied and continued to work in this office.

Shen Lang explained: "There are quite a few new places I'm talking about. I'll tell you about them slowly later. As for communication, of course I'll make the connection and you'll learn."

Meng Luo was now like a puppet being pulled by strings, and could only passively cooperate with Shen Lang's requirements. When she was in charge of this part of the flow.

Hussein also heard that his seven or eight strong and well-trained men were easily defeated by a mysterious figure of unknown origin. He was stunned as if struck by lightning and stood there speechless for a long time.

After a while, he came back to his senses.

He said with a look of disbelief, "Seven or eight of you combined, and not a single one of you managed to succeed? Instead, you all got beaten down? What's the point of me keeping a bunch of you useless people?"

The small leader who was sent to the bar to carry out the mission stood aside and lowered his head in fear.

He replied with a trembling voice, "Boss, I'm... I'm sorry! That guy was really too powerful. We didn't even have time to see his moves before we were all knocked down!"

Hussein's eyes widened, and a vein popped out on his forehead.

He demanded angrily, "With so many of you attacking at once, is it possible that no one can see clearly how the other side is attacking? You're a bunch of losers!"

The young leader quickly waved his head and explained, "That person's speed was as fast as lightning. We only saw a flash before our eyes, and then we fell down inexplicably. It was like we were in a nightmare and were knocked down in a daze."

Seeing that his men didn't seem to be lying, Hussein said, "So, that bitch Mengluo has found someone to back her? No wonder she refuses to return my money."

His mind raced, and after about two minutes, he asked, "Did that mysterious person say what his name was?"

"No, but he was very arrogant. We originally planned to find out his background, but he said he wanted to gang up on us." The little leader said, "Then..."

He really didn't have the courage to say anything more, for fear that Hussein would get furious.

"One person can actually beat up seven or eight of you? You are really capable! You really make me proud!" Hussein was so angry that he almost overturned the table after listening to his subordinates' trembling report of the situation.

At this moment, he didn't know what words to use to describe his feelings.

If this matter gets out, won’t Hussein’s reputation in the world plummet?
Others would certainly poke his spine and laugh at him behind his back, saying, look at what kind of good-for-nothings and losers Hussein has under his command, they can't even deal with one person!
Thinking of this, Hussein felt a nameless fire suddenly rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

However, what made Hussein even more headache was that Mengluo actually found such a powerful backer.

This was undoubtedly extremely bad news for him.

Hussein sat in the chair with a gloomy face, his brows furrowed, his fingers tapping the table, thinking hard about how to respond.

At this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang, breaking the suffocating silence in the room.

Hussein reached out and grabbed the microphone, saying unhappily, "Who..."

A clear and pleasant voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hussein, this is Mengluo."

When Hussein heard Mengluo's voice, the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.

He said sarcastically, "So it's Mengluo. Thank you so much for helping me teach those useless men a lesson tonight. I just don't know when you're going to pay me back the two million you owe me."

Just as she finished speaking, another man's voice rang out, "Pay back the money? What money? This two million is the interest on Mengluo's deposit with you. Now Mengluo wants to withdraw the principal. Please prepare it. Let's call it 200 million Hong Kong dollars."

Hearing this, Hussein suddenly felt that his brain was not enough.

It was clearly Mengluo who owed him a loan of two million yuan at high interest, but now it had become the interest on her own savings?

Are there such unreasonable people in the world?

Hussein's expression instantly darkened. "Who are you?"

"What the hell do you care who I am? Just one sentence, prepare 24 million Hong Kong dollars for Mengluo immediately. If you don't give it to me within hours, you're dead!" The voice on the phone was very arrogant.

Then the phone hung up.

Hussein felt a little dizzy listening to the dead tone on the phone.

Why did he inexplicably owe Mengluo 200 million Hong Kong dollars?

What kind of logic is this?

I don't know who the person who was talking on the phone just now was.

How arrogant!
(End of this chapter)