My brother is so cunning.

The shopkeeper's shout immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the street, and shopkeepers from surrounding shops also followed the sound and went out to check.

Wen Rui and the others immediately became the center of attention.

Nezha finally stopped, lowered his head and said innocently to the shopkeeper who was still holding on to his clothes: "I'm just eating a few bunches of fruit from you, why make such a fuss? I told you I'd give you the elixir later."

There are no places for consumption in the heaven. Even if there is a black market run by the fairies and gods in private, princes like Nezha will not visit it. On weekdays, he doesn't even bother to carry a piece of fairy jade. He does occasionally bring some good-tasting elixirs as snacks.

It was really unlucky today that Nezha left in a hurry and didn't bring the bag containing the elixir.

Nezha has never had the concept of paying for things since he was a child. Even when he was a child in Chentangguan, he was like a little devil in the world, always grabbing good things if he likes them.

At that time, when he took things from merchants, the housekeeper of the Li family would pay for them afterwards. The merchants only had to keep accounts and let him use them as he pleased, thus forming Nezha's bad habit of eating Overlord's meals in disguise.

"You don't learn well at a young age! You gave me the elixir, why didn't you say give me the Queen Mother's flat peach!"

The shop owner got up and said angrily: "Where do you think Liberty City is? Taking away from mortals just because they are from a sect that cultivates immortals. This kind of stinky habit will not work here!"

"Peach peaches are so rare that I can't even eat a few. It's not worth trading for your fruit bunches."

Nezha didn't hear the sarcasm and answered seriously. Seeing that the shop owner was unwilling to give up and more and more people came around, he finally understood that he had accidentally gotten into trouble.

"I really didn't bring any money. What kind of money do you have in the mortal world now? Shells or copper coins?"

Nezha is not as naughty as he was when he was young. If he were the little Nezha back then, he would have just made a face and run away. Now he has grown a lot and knows how to take responsibility and solve problems.

"Credit coins, also called meat coins!"

The shop owner was not surprised either. Liberty City was developing too far ahead and there were many bumpkin outlanders from remote areas who would actually take out shells and copper coins to pay their bills.

He took out a beautifully printed banknote and showed it to Nezha: "If you have anything valuable on you, you can go to Jinling Bank to exchange it for meat coins."

Nezha stared at the banknotes for a moment, rolled his eyes, and said, "So it's this thing. I have it with me, but I don't know if it can be used as money."

As he spoke, he put his hands in his arms and pretended to take out money, and he actually took out a stack of credit coins.

Taking out the money, Nezha proudly stuffed the pile into the shopkeeper's hand: "How about it, is that enough?"

The shopkeeper gave him a meaningful look and was not surprised when he took out a large stack of banknotes. Instead, he cautiously picked up a few and examined them carefully.

Nezha's expression changed, and he became nervous for no reason.

"Okay, you really used a trick! Eating without paying is just a minor crime. The police will only criticize you when they come. Using counterfeit money to deceive people is a felony!"

After checking the store, he threw a stack of money on Nezha and said angrily: "I know you monks from other places like to do this kind of deceptive trick. Do you think it is so easy to fake Jin Ling credit coins? You The fake money is just fake, and all kinds of anti-counterfeiting measures are taken into account. Even the serial number is the same, and the counterfeiting is so poor! "

"Hey, how did you tell?"

Nezha was dumbfounded. No matter how bad his transformation technique was, it was still at the level of an immortal. It was really surprising that an ordinary shopkeeper with naked eyes could see through this magical method at a glance.

The businessmen in the Free City have also been ill for a long time. The arrogant immortal cultivators always like to treat mortals as fools, thinking that they can fool mortals by just using some tricks.

Especially in the case of credit currency counterfeiting, monks who use clever tricks to turn leaves into money to defraud people are a high-occurring case, and it is a type of crime that the Liberty City police focus on combating.

How did Nezha know that the anti-counterfeiting technology for a small banknote is quite complicated, and even if the transformation technique can be restored one-to-one, the secret will be exposed due to extremely small details such as color-changing ink, moiré patterns, watermarks, and micro-encrypted text.

Not to mention that he didn't even know that credit coins were coded, and each banknote had a different number.

"Who called the police and what happened?"

There are already police stations stationed in busy areas such as commercial streets, and two uniformed police officers rushed over.

One of the two police officers was a bull demon, tall and burly, and the other was a fox demon, only as tall as the bull demon's waist.

The shop owner pointed at Nezha and said, "That boy must be a new monk here. First he ate the King's meal, and then used magic to conjure credit coins to defraud him!"

The bull demon police officer blew out a breath from his nostrils and said in a rough voice: "Hmph, how old is it, and there are still such arrogant and ignorant monks? The elders of your sect didn't tell you before going out, entering the Liberty City Before doing so, you should at least read the travel instructions?”

The onlookers looked at Nezha with expressions like city people looking at country people. Some people pointed, covered their mouths and chuckled, as if they were watching the country bumpkin making a joke.

Nezha seemed to have been poked at a painful point deep in his heart, and his temper suddenly rose, and he said angrily: "What travel instructions? The world is so big, there is no place that I can't go to. If you are sensible, don't mess with me!" "

Immortal-level aura suddenly erupted, and invisible coercion covered the entire place. The mortals who were just watching the excitement just felt a sense of extreme fear in their hearts.

The two police officers, the Bull Demon and the Fox Demon, were veteran policemen who had gone through many hardships. One of the two demons was a Foundation Builder and the other was a Golden Elixir. Although they found it difficult to breathe under the pressure, they responded quickly.

"Call headquarters, call headquarters, high-risk threats found in Block 3 of University City, requesting support!" The fox demon immediately called for help through the radio.

The bull demon patted his chest, and silver liquid gushed out of his body, building a super-sized nano Iron Man armor on him that matched his muscular body.

Many years ago, the security of Wenrui Territory was still in charge of Ultron robots, but as time went on, more and more young people who grew up got elementary and middle school diplomas.

Many positions in the territory that were originally handled by robots were gradually replaced.

For example, the security team members of Liberty City are currently mainly hired by people, supplemented by robots.

After all, the citizens of Liberty City are more willing to deal with the same flesh and blood creatures, rather than facing an inflexible steel puppet.

The police in Liberty City are all equipped with the latest generation of nano Iron Man armor, and ordinary armored patrolmen can suppress monks below the Return to Void Stage.

"You are such a jerk, and you dare to show off in front of this prince!"

Nezha did not summon the Fire Spear, but clenched his fist and was about to step forward. He believed that with just a light punch, he could smash the seemingly mighty armor into pieces.

Just as he raised his fist, Wen Rui grabbed his wrist.

Wen Rui glared at him and said, "You are all sick, why do you always beat my employees in front of me? Are you itching for it again? Do you want to stay in my arms for a few more days?"

Hearing the word "itchy", Nezha was like a lotus root hit by frost, and he immediately wilted and begged for mercy: "I know I was wrong, I dare not do it again, please don't hug me again! That place is too disgusting!"