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Chapter 101 Meng Ziyan, You Drive Me Crazy! (Please Subscribe, Please Vote for Monthly Tickets)
Thompson watched as the man in front of him emptied the magazine, and the man's originally thin figure instantly became as tall and mighty as Superman.

He suddenly realized that his days on the streets had all been just playing house.

Bro collected protection money for a few days and thought he was a fugitive.

In comparison, ruthless, powerful, and merciless, Lord Uzbekistan is the real gangster!

The top seat of this quick-fire squad should belong to my brother Uzbekistan!
Thomson's admiration for Lord Uz had reached its peak, and his eyes were filled with awe.

Carbin is a thing of the past. In my heart, Thomson, there is only one sun: Lord Uz!
"Lord Uz, we owe you a great debt this time..."

Mo Zhen holstered the gun, turned to face Thomson, and wore a disdainful smile.

"It's alright, I didn't expect you to be of any use anyway. So, what's the matter this time?"

Thomson's eyes revealed an unspeakable difficulty, and he stammered.

"Lord Uz, you...you must have heard of [that], right? This is no ordinary matter; everyone's talking about it on the streets, you know what I mean, man?"

When he said "that," Thomson's eyes were filled with cryptic intent, and he made a gang sign with his right hand, as if it were an open secret.

"speak English."

Mo Zhen continued to smile, but her eyes showed some impatience.

He had seen too many characters like this who deliberately obfuscate things, always liking to be riddle-makers, complicating simple matters as if it would make them seem important.

What the hell? Are you trying to imitate "You-know-who"?
Thomson chuckled dryly, no longer playing the riddle-maker, and quickly explained.

"Ahem, that's... [Dream Smoke]! Do you remember? We confiscated this stuff from the Poison Smoke Team during the last mission! This stuff is terrifying. I heard that if you inhale it, it can put you into a dream where your dreams come true. Once you touch it, you'll get more and more trapped and unable to stop. In severe cases, you might even lose the ability to distinguish between reality and dreams."

Meng Ziyan?
Upon hearing this magical name, Mo Zhen couldn't help but turn her head to the pink-clad creature beside her, her eyes filled with thoughtful inquiry.

Xiao Mengzi suddenly shuddered and her expression turned panicked.

"Why are you looking at me?! They named this thing, you named mine, this has nothing to do with me!"

Xiao Mengzi screamed in Mo Zhen's mind, her voice filled with panic.

Mo Zhen touched her chin with some suspicion.

Is this really a coincidence?
Xiaomengzi's dream-related abilities bear a striking resemblance to Mengziyan's dreamlike effects.

It seemed as if two invisible hands were weaving everything together in a way that was almost frighteningly coincidental.

This coincidence made him wonder if there was any connection between them.

Immediately afterwards, Thomson added from behind Mo Zhen.

"Although we charge the merchants and residents here some necessary management fees in order to maintain order in the lower city, the BOSS never allows us to sell things like Mengzi cigarettes. This is our bottom line!"

"Oh?"

These words brought a hint of amusement to Mo Zhen's face.

He thought the boss of this quick-draw team was a Breaking Bad master like some Italian noblewoman, but he never expected that he was actually an anti-drug ambassador.

This was beyond his expectations; in this chaotic downtown area, there were still people upholding some kind of moral bottom line.

"At most, we sell cigarettes made from the essence of the lily root herb, but this is a truly good product. Experts have proven that it is not only harmless to the body but also has health benefits. The Kanto region's exaggerated claims about the dangers of this product are actually to protect the local profits from 'walking grass' tobacco..."

Thomson spoke at length to defend his gang's business, his tone tinged with pride, as if they were selling some kind of panacea.

Mo Zhen fell silent, a look of understanding in his eyes—it turned out the boss was a traditionalist.

The competition between the Quick-Gun Team and the Drug Smoke Team is a war in the smoking world comparable to the battle between the traditionalists and the reformists of nicotine versus Furongwangyuan.

To put it bluntly, compared to the new products of the Reformist Poison Smoke Team, the Quick Gun Team's traditional products were not competitive enough, and the market was severely squeezed, resulting in a series of defeats.

Moreover, judging from Thompson's combat situation just now, the Quick Gun team's physical competitiveness doesn't seem to be as strong as the Poison Smoke team's.

The traditionalists are now in a precarious situation.

Glancing at the smokers lying haphazardly on the street, the dangers of this new product called "Dream Cigarette" should not be underestimated.

The distorted faces and obsessive expressions on their faces were chilling.

"So what? Now that the cigarette sellers have infiltrated, is the BOSS trying to stop us from launching an operation?"

Thomson hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"Although the BOSS's stance is clear, he's always been elusive and rarely gives us direct orders. So we subordinates have always been guessing his intentions and acting accordingly. This stuff is sold by the Poison Smoke Team, and how much we can control depends entirely on our own abilities..."

The implication is that the boss of the Quick Gun team doesn't have a clear action plan; everything is left to his subordinates to decide for themselves.

This hands-off management style is practically a plus version of Mo Zhen's. As they spoke, Mo Zhen continued walking, and Thomson followed him all the way to Gong Ping's rented room.

The moment Mo Zhen and Thomson pushed open the door, the sight before them caused them to stop talking simultaneously.

【Heh——】

Xiao Mengzi gasped in shock.

Gong Ping was slumped in the center of the room, his body in a strange posture, like a puppet being controlled by invisible threads.

His limbs twitched intermittently, spasming as if electrocuted, yet with a strange rhythm, twisting like a maggot, each tremor like a response to some unseen entity.

What was most chilling was his expression—a sickly smile on his lips, a near-fanatical sense of happiness that starkly contrasted with his emaciated and miserable state.

“Miss Ruri…my Miss Ruri…oh…oh…”

Gong Ping murmured to himself, his voice hoarse and broken, yet filled with infatuation and ecstasy.

"Touch me... touch me again..."

His fingers scratched unconsciously in the air, as if touching something unseen, each movement filled with longing and fascination.

Beside him, a dull-colored otter was starving, its chest pressed against its back, its eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

Its skeletal appearance is a textbook example of what it means to be extremely thin.

Clearly, Gongping is so engrossed in the boundary between reality and illusion that he has completely forgotten his old friend.

Poor Ah Shui, who knows how long he's been starving, is almost dead.

"Ho-"

Upon seeing everyone enter, Ah Shui let out a faint plea for help.

Seeing this, Xiao Huolong immediately took a step forward and stuffed a leba into Ah Shui's mouth.

The moment the tree fruit entered his mouth, Ah Shui used his last bit of strength to inhale it violently, and his eyes immediately regained their luster, barely clinging to life.

Mo Zhen frowned at the sight. The room was filled with a strange, sweet fragrance that made people dizzy.

Several broken glass test tubes lay scattered on the ground, with residual pink smoke still slowly flowing within them, flickering with an eerie fluorescence.

Beside Gong Ping, a black metal box lay open, inside which were neatly arranged more test tubes filled with pink smoke.

Thomson looked at the glass test tubes in the black box, picked one up and carefully examined the color of the smoke inside, letting out a sound of amazement.

"What pure stuff! My God, where did this kid get this batch of raw cigarettes? They're all top-grade, undiluted. He's smoking them like that, isn't he afraid of killing himself?"

Thomson's tone contained both amazement and a hint of barely concealed greed.

This batch of goods is probably worth the equivalent of a mansion on the black market, but Gong Ping squanders it like smoking ordinary cigarettes.

Mo Zhen glanced at the black metal box that Gong Ping was carrying in his arms and immediately understood the origin of these Dream Cigarettes.

He had taken the box of drugs from the drug squad's warehouse, and after keeping two for Carbin, he packed up the rest and threw them under the bed.

This kid must have found this box of things by some kind of coincidence.

Seeing the scene before her, Xiaomengzi felt as if her heart was being torn apart, and she burst into tears.

【Lord Mo Zhen, look what you've done! I told you long ago, he's just a child, how could he possibly withstand such a cruel blow! Alright, are you satisfied now? This child can no longer face reality and has started using this to numb himself. It's over, completely over! Our future is shrouded in darkness, darker than any black pepper beef! Ughh ...

Mo Zhen threw a punch directly at Xiao Mengzi, who was taking advantage of the situation.

He knew perfectly well that this bastard didn't care about Gong Ping's life or death at all; he was just heartbroken that he couldn't extract more gold coins from this loser.

He, Mo Zhen, was completely different from this beast-faced, heartless pink animal.

Looking at that incomprehensible lump on the ground, he felt a pang of heartache from the bottom of his heart!
He never expected that even after he passed on his most treasured techniques—the confident smile and the resolute gaze—the kid still couldn't overcome the hurdle of roast chicken.

Damn it, this is an utter insult to the great way of art of my god of art!

My art!!!
Indeed, our great god of art is lamenting that the performance art he taught has been tarnished in the hands of others!
As for that scoundrel sprawled on the ground...

Damn it, this nonsensical thing already knows how to get itself killed!

Mo Zhen's golden eyes, which never went out, suddenly ignited, and he revealed a devilish and ferocious expression.

"This is really embarrassing! You'd be better off performing a diving act on the Feiyun Bridge! Gongping, you brat... wake up now!"

As he spoke, Mo Zhen raised his noble Chelsea boots and stomped them hard on Gong Ping's water gun...

(End of this chapter)