Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Auspicious TV Tower in Dajing City.

Under the cover of black clouds, a silver-white luxury stretch car drove out from the parking lot next to the TV tower.

In the car, Liang Xiong was sitting on a comfortable leather seat with a tired look on his face.

He has another identity, that is, the owner of Yingxiang Pavilion.

In Dajing City, Yingxiang Pavilion is not an ordinary restaurant, otherwise Liang Xiong would not have such great power.

Yingxiang Pavilion is actually the dedicated logistics of the Ghost Control Headquarters, that is, a catering company that specializes in serving the headquarters. Any industry, as long as it is related to the Ghost Control, its status must be not simple, especially when it is related to the headquarters.

With the positioning of dedicated logistics, Liang Xiong is also the closest to the Ghost Control among ordinary people. He also knows a lot about the movements and information of the headquarters. It is precisely with these first-hand information that he has also won over many folk Ghost Controls.

Yingxiang Pavilion, a seemingly ordinary restaurant, is actually playing the role of an intelligence dealer. Information from the headquarters will be sold to folk Ghost Controls at a very high price.

Therefore, as an information intermediary, Yingxiang Pavilion has developed rapidly in recent years, with strong financial resources and a large number of folk ghost-controllers to support it, and it has the momentum to become the underground emperor of Dajing City.

Not long ago, he received news that a large number of ghost-controllers would gather at the headquarters today, which shows that something important must happen.

Of course, Yingxiang Pavilion is still responsible for the reception. In order to show his importance, he personally came to the headquarters to supervise the relevant logistics and reception work.

At such an important juncture, no accidents must occur. This group of ghost-controllers must be entertained to their satisfaction, so as to build the reputation and image of Yingxiang Pavilion.

For this matter, Liang Xiong has been very busy during this period, and he must rely on coffee to refresh himself every day.

On the small table next to him, a barista wearing black silk is roasting coffee for Liang Xiong.

He hired this barista from abroad at a high price. What he does every day is to make a cup of coffee for Liang Xiong. With such a simple job, he can earn millions every month.

With the skilled processing of the barista, the rich aroma of coffee soon filled the car.

Just then, the barista slipped while grinding, and a few drops of coffee powder splashed on Liang Xiong's white shirt.

The bodyguard on the side immediately stepped forward and slapped the barista.

"Pa~"

The crisp slap echoed in the luxurious car.

The barista covered her face with shock and fear. She certainly knew that she was not serving an ordinary person.

Liang Xiong was a mysophobe, so grinding coffee in front of him was like combing the hair of a tiger. It can be seen that this million-dollar monthly salary is not so easy to earn.

Now the barista can only pray frantically, praying that Liang Xiong would be in a better mood today.

However, how could Liang Xiong be in a good mood at the moment, but there was no angry expression on his face. The bodyguard took a tissue and carefully wiped the stains on his shirt for him.

This time, only a little dry powder was stained, which was easy to wipe off, but after wiping, a few ant-sized marks were left.

Liang Xiong looked down at the marks on his shirt and said with a bit of regret:

"It seems that your luck is not very good, and you can't blame me."

Hearing this, the barista was trembling with fear. She didn't know what Mr. Liang meant, but she could clearly feel that she was about to be in big trouble.

A famous barista like her can usually sell a cup of handmade coffee for tens of thousands of yuan, and there are countless crazy buyers. But now she was frightened by this Mediterranean boss and trembled all over, and tears could not stop flowing.

"Don't be afraid, make this cup of coffee first." Liang Xiong whispered to comfort him.

"Okay... Mr. Liang." The barista's voice trembled, and she continued to make coffee despite the fear. Her movements were obviously much stiffer than before.

A few minutes later, a cup of steaming coffee was finally made and served to Liang Xiong.

The barista stood there trembling, waiting for Liang Xiong's decision, thinking that after making this cup of coffee, Mr. Liang should be in a better mood, right?

Looking at the fragrant coffee in front of him, Liang Xiong nodded with satisfaction, and then waved to the bodyguard beside him.

The bodyguards immediately understood Liang Xiong's meaning, and together they lifted up the barista and prepared to drag him to the back of the car.

The barista was terrified when she saw this. She wanted to beg for mercy loudly, but the bodyguard blocked her mouth with a towel.

"Woo woo~"

Soon, a painful scream came from the back of the car, and at the same time there was the sound of broken finger bones.

Liang Xiong picked up the coffee, took a sip, and seemed to enjoy it very much.

At this moment, his private phone rang, and the bodyguard immediately put the phoneTake it and hand it to Liang Xiong.

"Answer it." Liang Xiong ordered.

The bodyguard immediately answered the phone, and soon a hoarse voice came from it:

"Mr. Liang, are you still in Dajing City now?"

"Is it Xiao Wu? What's the matter?" Liang Xiong's expression suddenly became serious.

Xiao Wu is actually a hacker, who is usually responsible for monitoring the whereabouts of other ghost riders in Dajing City. Things that Xiao Wu can report personally must be extraordinary.

"It's like this, Mr. Liang. Not long ago, our people found a ghost rider at the Sichuan West Airport. We were originally observing his actions according to the normal process, and found that he was also going to the headquarters."

"Well, then?" Liang Xiong was not surprised after hearing this. After all, many ghost riders from other places should have started to enter the headquarters to participate in that event.

"That would be fine, but he took a taxi and disappeared halfway. When we found him again, we found that he had come to Yingxiang Pavilion."

"Is that so? He actually came directly to Yingxiang Pavilion. It seems that he is an acquaintance of that group of people." Liang Xiong was not surprised. After all, this ghost charioteer might know the folk ghost charioteers in Dajing City, so he came to Yingxiang Pavilion.

Because he received a notice that a group of folk ghost charioteers would come to Yingxiang Pavilion for a party today.

"At first I thought so, but later I found that this person seemed a little familiar, a little like..." Xiao Wu began to hesitate.

"What does he look like? Tell me quickly, I won't blame you if you guess wrong." Liang Xiong promised.

Hearing this, Xiao Wu spoke with confidence:

"Although I am not sure, after matching the appearance data in the database, I found that this person is likely to be Jiang Yan, the foreign aid captain of the headquarters."

"What!" Liang Xiong shouted after hearing this, and spit out the coffee in his mouth directly, spilling it on his white shirt...