Zhuo Oi didn't expect to meet Wang Ling here at all. After receiving the call from his subordinate, he came down immediately.
"Mr. Zhuo, these two people damaged your car and refused to pay compensation. Is that too much? Do you want me to call a lawyer..." What the man in sunglasses wanted to say was whether he should call a lawyer. But before he could say anything, he found that Zhuo Yi's gaze was already directed towards him fiercely.
There's something wrong with this plot!
The man in sunglasses shed a few drops of cold sweat: "..."
"Do you know who this person is?" Zhuo Yi pointed at Wang Ling: "He is my master! So what if he was hit by the master? It was just a caress from the master!"
Man in sunglasses: “…”
Lord Thunder-throwing "..."
Wang Ling: "..."
Zhuo Yi stepped forward with excitement on his face and held Wang Ling's hand: "Master, my disciple, I have been waiting day and night for it, and finally I see you!"
Wang Ling knew that he had been completely blackmailed by Zhuo Yi. There were a lot of old ladies who were Pengci these days, and Pengci being a master was indeed quite refreshing and refined.
Not long ago, Wang Ling heard a story about a little girl who met an old lady who fell down on the way to school. The little girl kindly helped the old lady up, but the old lady insisted on making the little girl pay... And just then At this time, the little girl stood up calmly and slapped the old lady, leaving a message: Anyway, I am underage! Then, he left...
At this time, Wang Ling actually wanted to imitate the little girl's behavior.
Well... He is only 16 years old, so technically he is a minor!
But after this slap, Wang Ling felt that this guy would definitely lead the dog on the spot, right
"I've heard Mr. Zhuo's name for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be your brother's disciple?" True Lord Throwing Thunder clasped his fists, trying to resolve the awkwardness in the situation.
"This senior is..."
"I'm Lei Mou, my name is Zhenjun Dului." Zhenjun Zhenlei hugged Zhuo Yi's fists.
"It turns out that the senior is Lord Thunder-Throwing!" Zhuo Oi was excited for a moment. It turns out that the senior who is rumored in the world of cultivation to commit suicide is him! If it weren't for the current situation, Zhuo Yi felt that he would definitely kneel down and worship this big shot...
"I have heard about the True Lord for a long time, but I never thought that I would be lucky enough to meet here today..."
Lord Throwing Lei touched his head a little embarrassedly: "Is my reputation so famous? I wonder where Mr. Zhuo heard the news?"
Zhuo Yi thought for a while and immediately replied: "The Story of Immortal Cultivation, I have been a close friend for 500 years!"
Lord Throwing Thunder: "..."
Lord Throwing Thunder: "How come Mr. Zhuo appears here?"
Having said this, Zhuo Yi looked around cautiously, pointed to the No. 2 inpatient building next to the "Night Service Building", and said very quietly: "I am here today to visit an old man on behalf of our Hundred Schools General Administration. Leader, this is Mr. Chen, the former director of the Xiuzhen Police Department..."
Then, he pointed to his head and shook his head.
Lord Throwing Thunder: "Is there something wrong with his mind?"
Zhuo Yi, the man in sunglasses: "..."
Zhuo Yi: "...it's Alzheimer's disease."
Wang Ling raised his eyelids slightly, because not long ago, the old man's dementia finally got better. I didn't expect to meet one today. Sure enough, mental disorders are a thorny problem for both cultivators and ordinary people! Facts have proved that this thing cannot be cured with medicine...
Lord Throwing Lei glanced at the No. 2 inpatient building and frowned deeply: "This old Director Chen has dealt with me before. In the past two years, in order to protect the welfare of the working people at the bottom of Dafeng Factory, he worked alone He rushed to the factory and overturned a dozen excavators.”
Wang Ling: "..."
"I have always felt that Mr. Chen, Director Chen, has a similar temperament to me." Grenade-Throwing Lord Zhenjun said, "I will ask Brother Dong later to see if he has any special treatment methods."
Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yi immediately bowed his head and said, "On behalf of Director Chen, I would like to thank you in advance for your help!"
"It's nothing in the way, it's just a minor problem." Lord Throwing Thunder smiled slightly.
Today, Odd Zhuo felt that his luck was really over the top, as he actually met two seniors he had long admired at the same time. However, Zhuo Yi also found that when the two living people were standing in front of him, he didn't even have the courage to ask for a WeChat account!
I've just met each other now, and I'm already clamoring to add him on WeChat...
What should I do if my seniors think this is disrespectful and leave a bad impression
How embarrassing would it be if you were rejected by your senior
What if seniors don’t use WeChat? Wouldn’t it be too rash
just in case…
For a moment, Zhuo Yi struggled internally for a long time.
At this moment, a siren wailed outside the hospital, and four police cars drove into the parking lot, surrounding Wang Ling and others.
The security captain knew Zhuo Oi's identity, took advantage of a loophole, came to Zhuo Oi and explained the current situation.
It’s still the same thing about small three-wheelers chasing Maybach.
The security captain heard that the tricycle had overtaken the Maybach on the highway and was seriously speeding... Then the traffic police brigade adjusted the surveillance system to check the route and chased it here.
"It seems that they are here to cause trouble for us, brother Ling."
The eyes of Lord Throwing Thunder were as calm as water. They were just a few policemen, so they could not scare him at all.
Although I'm not afraid, things are indeed troublesome.
In a cultivation society with laws, realm cannot explain everything. Even if you are a god, if you break traffic rules or violate the law, whether it is a fairy sword or a car, you will still be deducted. Those who deserve to go to jail must go to jail... Diurei is very famous in the online cultivation circle, but the police uncle will not buy it.
And Wang Ling was also in a very irritable mood.
The little Sanlun "Sheep" has always been a child at heart, with a somewhat unstable temper. Sometimes it gets rough and I can't control it at all.
Seeing the group of traffic police roaring towards him, Wang Ling suddenly became distressed.
Zhuo Yi beside him, his eyes lit up! —He knew that his chance to perform had come!
"Are Master and Senior worried about this matter?" Zhuo Yi asked.
Lord Throwing Thunder: "Can you handle it?"
Zhuo Yi gave a thumbs up: "It's just a group of policemen! It's all a small problem! Seniors, watch my performance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the traffic police captain on the highway got out of the police car aggressively and closed the car door firmly with a "snap".
There were several police officers behind him, and they immediately found the tricycle suspected of speeding. He glanced at the people around him and asked, "Whose car is this?"
Under Zhuo Yi's intense gaze, the man in sunglasses did not dare to speak at all: "..."
"be mine!"
Then, at the next moment, Odd Zhuo puffed up his chest and stood up!
At this moment, both Wang Ling and True Lord Throwing Thunder could feel the dazzling holy light radiating from behind Zhuo Yi!
Not only can I take the blame, but I can also take the blame...
Wang Ling thought to himself, this is probably the obsession of the scapegoat...
(End of chapter)