"Funeral Love·Cold Youth? Aren't you Zhang nglong?"
"Who uses their real na when they're out and about? My pen na is 'Ninth City' on my big account and 'Voice of the Cat' on my small one, my stage na is 'Voice.' You can search my works on TikTok."
"As for the streets, I am known as Funeral Love·Cold Youth, the Clan Leader of Funeral Love Family. I see that you must be mbers of the Funeral Love Family's Arican branch, right? Don't you greet your Clan Leader when you see him?"
"???"
The five psychics looked at each other, confused. None of them understood what Zhang nglong was talking about. It seed like he was indeed Zhang nglong, but at the sa ti, not quite.
"Smart system, search up the Funeral Love Family!" All the psychics' specially made outfits and equipnt included elental gadgets with basic AI that could help them solve most problems.
"Starting vocabulary search..."
"Search complete..."
"Funeral Love Family, a term from the Huaxia network referring to an 'internet organization' that originated from a dance ga. These players, known for their exaggerated styles and love for dance battles, have multicolored hair and form a group that accepts another 'them.' It mostly refers to people with exaggerated hairstyles, fierce dress sense, and a non-conformist, anti-trendy vibe among hairstylists."
Upon hearing this explanation, the expressions of the five psychics changed imdiately. They knew from the description that it wasn't a serious clan, and it even carried a strong derogatory sense. Zhang nglong's earlier words were actually mocking their hairstyles and hair colors!
As it was known, so-called psychics are individuals whose cells mutate to produce strange abilities, often accompanied by changes in bodily organs.
Their hair was the result of such bodily changes. Among psychics, they already looked quite human. In their Supernaturals Alliance, many lower-level psychics even had heads resembling pigs and dogs, only Mythical Realm psychics had the power to control their cells sufficiently to adjust their appearance.
The five psychics, the strongest being a Level Seven Mythical Realm psychic and the weakest being a Level Four, were as formidable as masters of the Mythical Realm in the Ancient Martial Arts World, indicating just how seriously they took Zhang nglong this ti!
"So, you five, have you watched 'Seven Dragon Balls'? The Ginyu Force also had exactly five mbers. Maybe you five could form a group called the Wash-Cut-Blow-Dye-Perm Squad, how about that?"
Zhang nglong stepped out of the car unhurriedly. He glanced at the severely deford hood and the shattered car windows on the ground, and even the two tires had burst due to Bills's monstrous strength.
"My cars are all limited editions, custom-made. You guys wrecked my car, do you know you have to compensate?" Zhang nglong pulled out a calculator from nowhere and started typing frantically.
"Zero!"
"This is a customized Aston Martin, limited to ten units globally, and they're all here with . The price is 7.6 million US dollars."
"It's been driven for a year and a half, let's say it depreciated a bit, so make it 6 million US dollars."
"The front bumper needs replacing, right? The tires need replacing, right? The wheel hubs need replacing, right? It needs a new paint job, right?"
"With all these repairs, a 50% depreciation rate isn't unreasonable, right?"
"Let's round it off, pay
5 million US dollars!"
"Not to ntion you just blasted
with a rocket launcher, that's 500 billion US dollars for emotional distress, I'll let the change slide. Just pay
500 billion US dollars and you can leave!"
"Zero!"
...
"Is he an idiot?"
"Does he not realize what situation he's in?"
The five of them looked at each other, inexplicably nervous.
Zhang nglong was definitely not a fool; otherwise, he wouldn't have survived till now. Yet, his carefree deanor made it seem like he wasn't scared at all.
"Does he not know who we are?"
"That's not right either. Have you ever seen a normal person stop a car going 80 miles per hour? Been watching too many Korean dramas?"
"Just show him our power and he'll understand!"
"Zhang nglong, do you not know who we are?" Karls spoke up, "We know you're a Level Five Ancient Martial Artist, but the world is much bigger than you imagine!"
Whoosh!
The psychic with red hair, called Siyak, suddenly burst into blazing flas, the temperature around him soared, and even the sand on the ground began crystallizing from the heat, yet he remained unscathed amidst the fire.
Another psychic with green hair rapidly grew two slim vines from his feet, which, though they seed flimsy, fiercely sliced a car in half!
The blue-haired psychic's eyes glead, and the moisture in the air quickly ford into ice spears, puncturing the car until it was riddled with holes.
The psychic with yellow hair simply stamped his foot, and the earth surged up, forming a huge hand that grabbed the car and crushed it with a crunch.
"Damn, what did this car ever do to you? Is that polite?" Zhang nglong pouted, "Now the compensation isn't just 5 million US Dollars anymore. This car has been discontinued, to restore it would cost 20 million US Dollars, plus all the materials, you guys owe an extra 50 million, let's not even bother with the small change."
"You..."
Before they could say anything, Zhang nglong spoke again, pulling out a few diamond-encrusted gold business cards from his pocket and distributing them to the five of them.
Perhaps they were stunned, but they actually took the cards from him instinctively.
"Brother, my family needs soone to tend the furnace, and you handle fire pretty well. You should co apply for the job. You can call this number when you're ready!"
"This brother, your ability seems to be controlling water, right? I've cut a movie base in the desert, and water is a bit scarce there. I see you have a unique talent, and you can serve as artificial rainmaker, just like that Dragon King, $8,000 with als and accommodation included."
"And you two, one controls earth, the other controls plants, you guys should go do desert reforestation; it's a great project, and there's even a national award for it if done well!"
Lastly, Zhang nglong's gaze fell on Karls, "As for you... with that kind of strength, if you went to a construction site to move bricks, one person could replace ten, making a million a year is not a dream!"
...
"Enough!"
Karls, clearly annoyed by Zhang nglong's babbling, retorted, "Zhang nglong, do you think we ca here to play house with you? Are you going to co with us willingly, or do I need to force you?"
Zhang nglong didn't respond, just glanced at the vehicle behind them. It was a specially modified military off-road vehicle, costly for sure, but not nearly as comfortable as his own car.
"If you're inviting
as a guest, couldn't you use a better car?" Zhang nglong complained, "I am, after all, the richest man in the world. Even if you don't arrange a luxury car worth millions, isn't it reasonable to expect a few higher-end models? Riding in this hard, uncomfortable vehicle, if I end up with hemorrhoids and have to see a doctor, what if I need surgery..."
"Shut up!"
"Do you still think you're the richest man in the world?" Karls opened his portable device, "I know your Huaxia's 36 strategies include the Empty Fort Strategy, and you're just trying to appear calm, making us think you have so powerful bodyguards around, right?"
Karls showed the readings on the device to Zhang nglong, displaying only six signals: one reading was 5, and the remaining five ranged from 13 to 17.
"It's just you alone here, stop playing these pointless gas!"
"Boom!" Karls stomped on the ground hard, causing the surface to crack rapidly and spread dozens of ters.
"Zhang nglong, if we weren't ordered to capture you alive, do you really think you'd still be here talking to us?"
"Please! If I wasn't short on Cred Points recently, do you think you would still be here talking to ?"
"Listen, I'll go with you alright, but only if there's a luxury car worth over ten million and a private plane worth over 100 million US Dollars, otherwise forget it!"
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