I, Zhongli, Wander the World

As a container for the spit of the barbarians, no matter how young the Central Plains is, once a fight occurs, it is not something that ordinary people and non-offensive power users can handle.

The black-clothed men of the port mafia looked like chickens in front of Zhongyuan Zhong who used supernatural abilities. Neither firearms nor cold weapons could harm the boy at all. Instead, they were wounded by their own attacks, and then by the expressionless Xiao Zhong. Also pressed into the floor.

That little fleshy hand with baby fat seems to have a lot of power.

After pressing everyone into the ground, Zhongyuan Zhong also held back his hands and looked left and right blankly, his face gradually showing an uneasy look.

He… seems to have broken the furniture.

Xiaozhong was also struck by lightning. After finding that the big hole in the floor could not be repaired even if a person was pulled out of the ground by gravity, the child walked to the gate in a dejected manner, sat down on the porch, and stared blankly. The orange sunset in the distance.

When the sky was darker, Zhongli came back.

Yanshen carried a shopping bag with large and small bags in his hands very lively. Due to the sufficient funds given by Tiaoye Caiju, there were not only clothes, but also some educational toys suitable for eight-year-old children. Zhongli fully utilized the quantity. The good quality of "I want it all", banging softly in the shopping bag as I walked.

Xiao Zhong, who was sitting on the porch and waited obediently, also saw Zhong Li's figure from a distance, stood up immediately, and almost couldn't wait to run to Zhong Li's side, and even used gravity to float to accelerate after he tripped because of his unfamiliar movements. .

"gentlemen!"

The boy carefully avoided the shopping bag, pounced on him and wrapped his arms around the man's waist tightly, with pure joy in his eyes.

Zhongli looked at Zhongyuan Zhongya with a little relief, and said, "I have made some progress in walking. It seems that even if I am not here, you have not abandoned practice, not bad."

Zhongyuan Zhongye tried his best to put on a bright smile on his stiff face, "Zhongya, very hard."

"Can you review your homework by yourself?"

"Have…"

While the two of them were talking, they had approached the house, and Zhong Li was close enough to see the violently damaged gate and the man in a suit lying in a pile of corpses inside the gate.

Zhongyuan Zhongyao's originally high interest gradually subsided. He looked at the broken furniture, then looked up at Zhongli's profile, and stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Zhongli's clothes.

"gentlemen…"

Zhong Li was not surprised by the scene in front of him. He came back early and also anticipated the possibility that the port mafia might attack the Central Plains. After entering the gate, he put the shopping bag on the open space of the entrance, rubbed the boy's hair, and asked softly, "Have you ever been injured?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also shook his head slightly, "They are weak."

"That's good."

Hearing that Zhongli didn't seem to blame himself, Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head cautiously and said, "Sir, don't blame me?"

"Why do you blame you?"

Zhong Li looked directly at Zhongyuan Zhong with uneasy eyes, and said, "The so-called residence is just a place to live. If you live in a place where Dan Ying Ke Jue lives, you can also live in a poor house. The important thing is never one room. , but the people who live within."

"Zhongye, as far as I'm concerned, you can be all right."

Zhongyuan Zhongya's eyes widened slightly, as if he was quickly understanding Zhong Li's words, then he lowered his head and snorted lightly.

"Remember, sir," he whispered.

After comforting the children at home, Zhongli took out his phone and started calling the police.

"Well, it's true... No. xx, **** road, trouble..."

The policeman in the receiver asked carefully, and while Zhong Li answered patiently, he manipulated the earth and stone to pull out all the "corpses" of the man in the suit from the floor, ready to be transported outside the house.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood aside to observe Zhong Li's movements, and after a while, an expression of sudden realization appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand to cover the "corpse" closest to him and tried to throw it out the door.

With a "bang", the face of the "corpse" thrown by Zhongyuan Zhongyao, who could not control his strength, landed first, and the stunned man in the suit made a "cluck" in his throat, and suddenly fell into a deeper coma.

Upon seeing this, Zhongli, who had already called the police, stopped transporting the "corpse". He hung up the phone, walked to Zhongyuan Zhongye and squatted down, holding the boy's wrist and patiently taught: "You need to learn to control the output of supernatural powers. , take this person as an example, imagine that his power is a river, so..."

The two taught one by one, and the atmosphere was pleasant, but the men in suits, who were used as teaching aids, either flew out of the room like javelins, or dragged their faces on the ground all the way. Stacked in a pile outside, there are few flesh and blood intact.

The last person was also transported out. Zhongli stood up and turned to look at the street corner in the distance, his eyes fixed on several cars that were speeding up.

Just in time.

As expected, it was not a police car.

The middle-aged man who got off the first car was burly and his face was covered with fine folds. The men in suits who got off the car behind him were all armed with guns and nervously pointing at Zhongli and Zhongyuan Zhongye who were standing in front of the door. .

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stimulated by multiple killing intents, his pupils shrank, and his subordinates clenched the hem of Zhong Li's clothes, so he was about to use his supernatural powers.

When it was about to be triggered, Zhong Li patted Zhongyuan Zhongya on the shoulder soothingly, stopping the boy's about-to-launch supernatural ability. At the same time, the middle-aged man on the opposite side also raised his hand, signalling the subordinate behind him to put down the gun in his hand.

The tense atmosphere was eased a little by the actions of the leaders on both sides.

The middle-aged man was the first to speak: "Master Chief Mafia cadre in the lower port, is your Excellency Mr. Zhong Li?"

"Exactly." There was no emotion in Zhong Li's voice.

Da Zuo glanced at the men in suits piled up outside the door, let out a long sigh, and looked a little apologetically when he returned to Zhongli.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhongli, but please believe that this is an action taken by the captain of their squad to retaliate against you. Our port mafia has not received any news in advance."

Zhongli: "Oh?"

Zhong Li's single syllable was too meaningful, the corner of Da Zuo's eyes jumped, and he continued: "We have carefully investigated, the previous conflicts were all caused by misunderstandings, Hong Kong black has no ill intentions towards you from beginning to end.— Rather, if a powerful ability user like you joins, it will be a win-win situation for both of us."

Semi-compulsive step-by-step.

Zhong Li stared blankly at the Chief, until he stared at the man with a faintly disturbed expression on his face, and then slowly said: "There is one thing, but I am a little curious."

The Colonel asked cautiously, "What?"

Zhong Li raised his hand slightly, and hooked his fingers under the guard's watchful gaze. Almost at the same time, the communicator in the man's ear suddenly let out a shrill scream, and the sound soon died down.

The Colonel's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

Zhong Li put down his hands nonchalantly, "How did you come up with the illusion that 'as long as there are snipers in ambush in the distance, there are attack power users nearby', you can be foolproof?"

The sniper on the other side of the communicator was originally ambushed on the roof of the building, which was far away. He thought it was a foolproof deterrent, but he didn't expect Zhongli's ability to affect so far...

Da Zuo gritted his teeth, the ground under his feet swelled like ripples, and some of the subordinates behind him had some violent fluctuations in their abilities.

However, before they could attack, there was a sudden roar from under their feet, and the sharp stabs at the top condensed thorns from the ground, pinpointing the vital points of every Hong Kong black ability user.

The corner of Da Zuo's eyes twitched, "It seems that Mr. Zhong Li doesn't want to reconcile with me?"

"Well, I have the ability to confuse black and white." Zhong Li praised calmly, while Zhongyuan Zhong also stared angrily at the Chief, with a red light on his body.

"enough."

Just as the two sides were about to start their hands, an old voice with an electric current sounded abruptly, breaking the situation that was brewing to the point of breaking out. The chief hurriedly took out a black walkie-talkie from his arms.

"I'm sorry to talk to you in this way, Mr. Zhongli." A voice came from the walkie-talkie, "First meeting, this old man is the leader of the port mafia, Jiro Banmura."

Zhong Li looked at the unremarkable black walkie-talkie with inexplicable meaning, and said indifferently: "This time, the imperial methods need to be strengthened, Mr. Bancun."

"Mr. Zhongli said yes." Banmura Jiro on the other end of the walkie-talkie said humbly, and then his voice suddenly turned cold, "Boss, I clearly told you to invite Mr. Zhongli well. Is this how you do things?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." Even if the leader could not see, the chief still bowed ninety degrees to the walkie-talkie in his opponent's hand.

"Come back and take the punishment yourself."

"Yes!"

After the two finished speaking, Jiro Banmura said to Zhongli again: "Mr. Zhongli, I hereby promise that even if you are not interested in joining the port mafia, a powerful person like you will always be our friend who cannot be offended. The doors of the mafia are always open to you."

Zhong Li squinted slightly: "Let me confirm, this is the contract that Mr. Bancun made with me as the leader of the port mafia?"

【contract】?

Banmura Jiro faintly noticed Zhongli's strange words, but he couldn't think of anything wrong for a while, so he still said: "Yes, this is the contract I made with my husband."

"I understand." Zhong Li nodded, the aura that was as thick as a mountain dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and the Hong Kong-black ability user who had been suppressed by the aura was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhong Li said: "Since the contract has been established, I can let go of the past festivals. I hope Mr. Bancun will write down today's contract, and don't violate it."

"nature."

The people of the port mafia quickly moved the dead bodymate into the car and quickly left the block.

In the driving car, Da Zuo held the walkie-talkie and asked in a muffled voice, "Boss, did you really just give up?"

"Of course not." Hanmura Jiro's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Boss, do you know why this operation failed?"

"Is... that little kid?"

"That's right."

Jiro Banmura sneered, "A kid adopted by Zhongli is actually a supernatural being. This is something we couldn't collect. The Intelligence Department is really a waste."

The Chief did not dare to answer.

Jiro Banmura continued: "You arrange to let people spread the news of that kid on the black market. I believe that there are always a few organizations that are interested in young power users."

"Zhongli is a powerful ability user, but that kid is not. I want to see how long Zhongli can protect him."

It is a routine operation of the Mafia to break the contract behind the scenes, and the chief did not feel that anything was wrong. The man bowed his head slightly, respectfully taking orders.

"Yes."

Meanwhile, Zhongli is educating children.

He held an apple in his hand, and while peeling it in a circle, he said to Zhongyuan Zhongya, whose eyes were shining, "If people don't believe in it, they don't know what it is."

"The word 'faith' is the foundation of a person's life. If there is no faith, it will not stand. If China has a promise with others in the future, it must keep its promise."

Xiaozhong also swallowed, obviously being too greedy for Apple, but still said obediently, "Remember."

"very good."

The fruit knife was aimed at the central axis of the apple, Zhong Li exerted a little force on his hand, and the sharp blade immediately cut into the pulp, and everything went to the end.

The gods named Wushen are proficient in all kinds of weapons, and it is no problem to cut a fruit. With just a few sharp cuts, the apple is evenly divided into several petals suitable for the entrance, and even the core is perfectly removed.

Zhong Li pushed the fruit plate with the toothpick inserted into Zhongyuan Zhongye.

"If the contract is violated, those who break their promises will be punished by Shiyan. This point, Zhong also needs to keep in mind."

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Later, the black boss of Hong Kong went from bad to worse because of various stone diseases.

All the doctors couldn't find out the reason, and in the end they could only ask Mori Owai, a Mongolian doctor whose license had been revoked, to take the position.

usurp. right. Finish. become.