Chapter 85: Middle-aged and helpless, soaking ghosts in a thermos

Huh? After Xing Tao finished saying this, he walked straight to the bar.

Then he looked for a long time, took down a bottle of wine, opened it casually, raised his head, and took a big gulp: "Really rich."

Sure enough.

They are the rich ones, executing a mission is worth tens of millions. The money in this world is basically earned by businessmen, and these businessmen, in this era, flow ninety percent of their money to this group of Ghost Tamers.

Therefore, the clubs are all rich, easily worth tens of millions or hundreds of millions.

Compared to them, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.

However, everyone's faith is different, and their pursuits are different.

"Official Night Watchers?" The effeminate man frowned and looked at the document next to him.

After just a few glances, his face changed, and he slapped it aside.

He stood up instantly.

"What does this mean! Does the official side now want to ban us civilian Ghost Tamers?"

Xing Tao took two gulps of wine; he didn't like to talk, just looked at the side with his peripheral vision.

Naturally, someone stepped forward to say: "It's not that, it's just that the situation in H City is special right now. The official side needs the help of civilian Ghost Tamers, so this document was issued. You have to sign it whether you want to or not."

"Night Watchers act, first execute then report, officially permitted."

For the entire Daxia Nation, it hadn't reached that point yet.

The overall strength of Ghost Tamers in H City isn't considered strong. According to official statistics, the civilian clubs don't seem to have a single B-level.

Look at the capital, many clubs have B-levels, including some families that even have A-level powerhouses.

Calling them up is just to add manpower to solve some small ghosts and search missions.

Xing Tao held the wine bottle in one hand and pointed at him with the other: "Sign it. This document is temporarily aimed at you; it's invalid elsewhere."

The person in charge of the Red High Heels also picked up the document, looked at it, and his face became very ugly.

"What era is this? Does the official side allow you to do this?"

Xing Tao finished a bottle of Louis XIII in three gulps and burped: "Less nonsense. Here, I am the official side. I'll give you one minute to sign, and then call all the Ghost Tamers here to sign within ten minutes, otherwise, I'm going to lose my temper."

This was still the most Xing Tao had said in the past half month.

After speaking, he opened another bottle of good wine and drank it to himself.

The others looked at each other, then looked at the people in charge of the two major clubs.

What the hell, let them join the Night Watchers? Is this possible?

What kind of people are the Night Watchers?

People who don't want their lives. In their eyes, their own lives aren't even worth as much as an old lady they meet on the road.

They are the first to charge when encountering things, and when encountering danger, they always tell their teammates to run while they hold the line.

What virtue do we have? We only have ourselves in our minds! "Sorry, we can't sign. I don't believe you really dare to kill people directly!"

The effeminate man slapped the table, stood up, and said coldly: "You can drink the wine here as you please, just leave when you're done."

Someone followed him behind, but as soon as he took a step, a cold wind blew.

Several people looked back suddenly; Xing Tao had already made a move.

The speed was very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of them.

His muscles were like coiled dragons, his figure like a high mountain, standing in front of the effeminate man.

The cheekbones on his face were very prominent, like two sharp blades, his eyes staring at the opponent like a tiger.

"One more step, person dies, ghost contained."

Naturally, someone behind him hurriedly took out a containment box made of pure gold; as long as Xing Tao made a move, it would immediately begin containment. The effeminate man took a sudden step back and looked at the person in charge of the Red High Heels.

He was also unwilling to show weakness: "Are you sure you want to make a move here? We have over a dozen people here!"

Xing Tao twisted his neck and looked back: "You go back and prepare a dozen more containment boxes."

Several people nodded and ran out without looking back.

Afterward, Xing Tao smiled coldly: "If the research hadn't been completely successful yet, I wouldn't even bother talking to you."

The voice fell.

He threw a punch violently. Reason? My reason is my fist.

Bang—

The moment Xing Tao made a move, his bones began to spread and wrap around, tangling the flesh and skin together.

Like a layer of armor.

At the same time, there was something protruding from his spine, but he didn't use it.

Once he made a move, the effeminate man couldn't endure it either. The entire White Rope Club went up together, while the Red High Heels and others watched the show from the side.

Three minutes later.

Everyone lay on the ground, the effeminate man's hands were even broken, and the ghostly aura in the entire room permeated wantonly.

Xing Tao continued to sit at the bar drinking.

Not long after.

The Night Watchers at the door returned, but coming back with them was a bald man.

Su Jinlong held an umbrella, looking around with a smile: "Sorry, it's raining outside, I came a bit slowly."

"What's going on? I told you to sign the document, why did you make a move?"

As he said this, he hurriedly went up to help these people up: "Sorry, my subordinate has a violent temper and doesn't know the rules. Are you okay? We'll pay for the medical expenses."

He helped them up one by one, then apologized one by one.

The effeminate man's hands were already broken, and at this moment he was furious: "Damn it, is it amazing to be an official powerhouse? Can you just hit people?"

"Leader, why is your subordinate so arrogant? Just because we didn't sign? Why?"

Xing Tao put down the wine bottle and looked at him very gently, shaking his head secretly.

You don't know who the real hothead is.

Su Jinlong smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he paused his hand upon hearing this: "Are you saying that none of you are willing to sign the document?"

"Nonsense, Night Watchers are all sent to die, we are not willing..."

Bang—

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt the world spin. Why was the ceiling spinning?

Why was this thing taking off?

Why did I see my own figure? Where is my head?

Until the very last moment of death, the bald leader in his eyes still had a smile, a kind smile.

He cut the effeminate man with one knife, and Xing Tao flew over from the side, grabbing him with a big hand, bones wrapping around, and then grabbed the reviving ghost into the containment box.

Su Jinlong stood up, reached into his jacket pocket, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and smoothed his hairstyle along the way.

"Alright, now are you willing to respond to the official call, join our Night Watchers together, and contribute to the country and the people?"

After speaking, he unscrewed his thermos and smiled: "Hey, people get old. Middle-aged and helpless, soaking goji berries in a thermos. Everyone, don't make me make a move again. My body is truly a bit weak."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 86 =====