"You were coerced by a few Muggles to come here, and you didn't resist. I'm surprised." Voldemort came over again at this time and muttered in Fang Ze's ear. His diligence was comparable to that of Tang Monk.
"That's because I want to find a place where there's no other people and have a good talk with them."
"After all, you still care about the impact on other Muggles." Voldemort put an end to Fang Ze's thoughts. "When I knew I was a wizard, I only regarded other wizards as the same kind. Muggles were no different from animals in my eyes."
"Is this why you don't like half-blood wizards? Because you don't think wizards should have Muggle blood flowing in their bodies?"
"Yes." Voldemort nodded.
"But don't forget that you are also a mixed-race yourself." Fang Ze said to Voldemort, "I'm very curious about what your followers will think once they know that the great Voldemort is actually a mixed-race.
"It doesn't matter whether I'm a mixed-blood or not, what matters is how I do it." The Voldemort soldiers were not swayed by Fang Ze's words.
Although in the future he did hide the secret of his origins during his rise. It was because Dumbledore was so kind that he never exposed it, otherwise the Death Eaters would be very embarrassed.
The Dark Lord, who leads everyone to protect pure blood, is himself a mixed blood. It is as magical as when a woman discovered that she had Jewish ancestry during World War II.
But Hitler only became a German citizen later, so it didn't matter.
"Why are you two still chatting?" At this time, a man came over and pointed at Fang Ze and shouted, "The person who wants to see you is here. Come on, come with us."
"Ask him to come over." Fang Zezheng was chatting with Voldemort and answered without looking back.
"Hey, I'll give you some face, and you're going to dye me red, right?" When the man heard what Fang Ze said, he stretched out his kick and kicked him.
Fang Ze, who stood with his back to the man, seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He gently stretched his hand back and grabbed the man's raised foot.
Then Fang Ze used this foot to lift the man up, and after spinning him around, he slammed him to the ground.
Before the people around him could see clearly what happened, a half-disabled man was already lying in front of Fang Ze.
"What are you doing!" Several other people in the distance shouted. But no one dared to come over again.
This person who had been very cooperative with them before suddenly became angry, leaving these little gangsters at a loss.
"What's wrong? Have you arrested the person?" Two people came out of the factory in the distance. These two people should be the ones who instructed these gangsters to arrest Fang Ze.
Seeing that Fang Ze didn't come in for a long time, they thought that these gangsters had arrested the wrong person, so they went out to take a look.
When the two approached, Fang Ze took a closer look. I found that I still knew these two people.
One is his old friend Chef Song, and the other is Qiu Zhenguo’s younger brother whom he has met before.
"Long time no see, little friend." When Chef Song saw that these people really brought Fang Ze over, he immediately came over happily.
"It's you." Fang Ze looked at Chef Song in surprise and said, "You couldn't have caught me and wanted to get the recipe from me."
Fang Ze really didn't expect that the person who arrested him was actually Chef Song.
Is this person an idiot? !
Even though Fang Ze didn't have any special abilities, Chef Song kidnapped someone so openly. Aren't you afraid that Fang Ze would call the police directly when he went back
At that time, the police only need to find someone to investigate the specific situation of the Lin'an Food Festival, and Chef Song is obviously the only suspect.
"How could I do such a thing?" Chef Song looked at Fang Ze and said with a smile, "I called you here just to tell you. No matter you are in Yangcheng or Haiping, you can't escape from my grasp. . It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to sell me the recipe today. I have plenty of time to waste it with you. Even if you don’t think about yourself, don’t you also think about your family?”
Chef Song made it clear, and Fang Ze also understood what he meant.
In China, basically as long as you don't beat or maim someone, but just pull them over to scare them, it's really difficult to convict them.
Chef Song didn't have to torture Fang Ze to hand over the recipes. As long as he sent people over to harass Fang Ze from time to time, most people might not be able to stand it.
Chef Song called Fang Ze over today. It was just a warning to show that he was capable of attacking Fang Ze. If Fang Ze didn't give in, he would have to deal with it again and again in the future.
Even in a legal society, bad people have ways to do evil if they want to.
"It's you." Before Fang Ze could answer Chef Song, the person next to Chef Song recognized Fang Ze.
"Do you know this person?" Chef Song was nervous.
"I met Brother Qiu once before. He's a pretty cool guy."
The man's answer reassured Chef Song. After all, these people were hired with their own money. If both parties are acquaintances, it’s really not certain who will hit whom.
"Brother Li." The man who had just been thrown to the ground by Fang Ze reluctantly stood up and said to Qiu Zhenguo's younger brother. "You must not let this kid go. I feel like my tail bone was broken by him."
"I thought you tripped and fell by yourself." Because Fang Ze had shot too quickly, and the people around him were also a bunch of brainless people, they didn't expect to grab someone's ankle and throw him directly to the ground. How much strength is required to do it.
"Do you think these people look like clowns?" Voldemort began to whisper in Fang Ze's ear again at this time. "It's not that we don't want to accept Muggles. It's that Muggles who don't understand power are like clowns to us and can only make people laugh occasionally."
"I didn't think so before, but now I do," Fang Ze said, rubbing his wrist.
"To deal with these Muggles, wizards can only use violence. And violence is meaningless if it is not for killing."
"What?!" The more Fang Zeben listened to Voldemort's words, the more he felt that he wanted to completely bury the group of people in front of him here.
But when this idea was about to be put into action, Voldemort's words successfully made Fang Ze laugh.
"I mean, you can only use violence against this group of people." Voldemort didn't understand why Fang Ze suddenly got rid of his bewitchment. Could it be that something he said was wrong
There was certainly nothing wrong with what Voldemort said. However, if that sentence of violence was not for killing, Fang Ze suddenly thought of a certain bald and blind man, so he thought that the Voldemort next to him had suddenly changed.
(End of chapter)