Spellcasting Heavens

Sitting in the car and admiring the retreating pedestrians and the scenery outside the window, Zhang Cheng suddenly asked without warning, Patty, you used to be a Brooklyn lord, right? Can you tell me about the lord's daily life? What do you need to do? What do you rely on to earn gold dinars?

Why, is there something you don't know about the omnipotent one? The Banshee sneered while driving.

Answer my question head-on, ma'am, unless you're going to ask me to ask in another way. Zhang Cheng ignored the opponent's provocative attitude and made a straightforward threat.

As the master in control, as long as he is willing, he can even let the other party strip naked on the street, kneel down and lick his toes, make all kinds of red-faced actions, and even order suicide without hesitation. Do.

He didn't need to be angry at such a person who didn't know whether it was a human or some kind of magic item.

Patty is undoubtedly very aware of this, and immediately put away the ridicule on his face, and explained without looking back: The so-called lord is actually a bit like a gang boss in essence.

The boss of the gang? Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Yes! You have to understand that the underground world is ruled by guys with all kinds of supernatural powers. Some of them are weird, some are rebellious, and some are full of strong desires. Money, power, beauty A woman or a handsome man, in short, there are not many desires that normal human beings should have. What is even more frightening is that they can use their power to easily escape the investigation of the judicial institutions. Just ask, if it was you, what would you do? Let them be honest? Patty asked blankly.

Zhang Cheng touched his chin, and soon showed a thoughtful expression: Okay, I understand. As a lord, you must show absolutely overwhelming power, so that every inhabitant of the underground world in your jurisdiction knows it. Realize that breaking the rules is death. And what about taxes? Don't tell me I'm taxed on a per-capita basis.

That's right! It's taxed according to the head! Every underworld resident living in your jurisdiction must hand in 15 percent of their income on time every month, whether it's in gold dinars or dollars. Some lords It will even control the criminal organizations in the jurisdiction, allowing them to become their own continuous profit. Of course, the premise is that the secrets of the underground world must not be exposed, otherwise the cleaners will be dispatched to secretly clean up all the ordinary people involved. In short, you just need to find a better accountant and you can do it all.”

After a long period of silence, Patty gradually has a tendency to be a little talkative, and he talks about the experience of managing the territory.

Although she deeply hated the young man sitting in the back seat, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of dependence.

Sounds interesting! Turn the car around, I've changed my mind now and won't go home. I'll go to the territory allocated to me by the council. Zhang Cheng raised his mouth and showed an interested smile.

Trust me, you won't be disappointed with that territory. As far as I know, it's the richest place in Brooklyn...

After saying this meaningful sentence, Patty completely ignored the traffic rules, made a sharp turn from one side of the highway to the other side, and then threw a wink at the male drivers in the cars next to him. The other party galloped away under the stunned gaze.

God! I seem to have seen an angel! The middle-aged truck driver with a big belly exclaimed with his mouth open.

Angel? No! Paul! It's not an angel! It's a devil! The devil in hell that lures mortals into depravity! Damn! I really want to have a shot with her! Even if the cost is hell! Another middle-aged man in the co-pilot seat Taking a bite of the burger in his hand, he retorted.

From the lustful eyes and the high bulging crotch, it is not difficult to see that his hamburger is 100% regarded as the plump fat bulge on the female chest.

Fake! How dare you defile a pure angel! I'm going to kill you! The truck driver strangled his companion's neck frantically.

Not to be outdone, the latter threw away the half-eaten hamburger and snarled, Idiot! I told you that it was a demon! It's not an angel!

She's an angel!

No! She's a devil!

Accompanied by fierce quarrels and scuffles, the two quickly rolled out of the car onto the highway, neither of them willing to back down.

They didn't realize at all that their overly excited emotions were actually influenced by the powerful magical power of the ** Banshee.

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About twenty minutes or so, the car slowly drove into a relatively prosperous and lively area.

There are all kinds of small shops on both sides of the road, including popular bars, nightclubs, strip clubs, and supermarkets selling fast food, desserts, daily necessities and toys.

Unlike most Brooklyn neighborhoods, which are either clean and tidy for the rich or dirty for the poor, there is a sense of sophistication that is hard to describe.

On the street, you can see ragged homeless people begging, street performers showing off their performance art, and even not far away, there are scenes of young people selling narcotics living in harmony with patrolmen.

Patty seemed to know this place very well, and after a while, she stopped at the entrance of a fitness club called Mysterious Hills.

We have arrived!

Arrived? Zhang Cheng glanced at the strong and hot girl who was sweating in the transparent glass window, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He never dreamed that his stronghold would be a fitness club.

According to the regulations of the parliament, every express territory will have a business place to cover up the truth, maybe a restaurant, maybe a bar, maybe a nightclub or an antique store, a pawn shop.

Generally, ownership of these places is owned by the Lesser Council of New York, but when a liege is established, it becomes the liege's personal property until the liege dies or is stripped of his title for a grievous mistake.

Obviously, the secret base where Zhang Cheng got his territory was the fitness club full of families in front of him.

Go to the second floor and find a woman named Fizz, she will guide you through the handover procedures. Also, I won't accompany you in unless you want to see blood on your first day in office. ** Banshee He stroked his long golden hair and hinted.

If you pay attention, you will find that Patty's hand holding the steering wheel has been shaking slightly. Only when she is nervous or excited, she will have similar behavior.

Have you had a holiday with the people here? Zhang Cheng asked uncertainly.

No, it's not a holiday, it's hatred. You know, I sucked Fitz's first boyfriend dry, so she couldn't help but attack me as soon as she saw me.

Oh, well, you've done a lot of stupid things. I kind of understand now that you've become what you are today, and it's all on your own...

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