Give them a little funny shock

Chapter 547 Good and Evil (IV)
"You don't look very mentally fit. Do you need some rest?"

Blue Crow, who could see that Doraemon was not in a good mental state, asked at this time.

As a person with countless painful memories, Blue Crow can certainly see what Doraemon's current situation is.

His current condition can be said to be very bad, but his ability to adapt seems to be not bad either.

So, he was just a little out of spirits, but he wasn't that depressed about it.

"I..." Doraemon was about to say that he had no problem, but when the words came to his lips, he hesitated when he saw Blue Crow's face.
"It's okay, Doraemon." Luo Bei patted his head gently and comforted him, "Why don't you take a rest? Let Brother Wuyun and Sister Lan Ya take care of the rest, okay?"

"Um……"

Doraemon nodded. Luo Bei's persuasion had a better effect on him.

After all, this is a cat girl, a species that completely depends on Doraemon's XP.

What's more, the people in Luobei are pretty good.

Considering Luo Bei's background, it is undoubtedly a very rare thing for her to have such a relatively pure heart.

So she died.

Died in the lower zone.

Cat people like her will not be discriminated against because of their race, but people like her who were born in the lowlands will definitely suffer hardships in order to survive.

People in the low zone are at the bottom of the social pyramid. From childhood to adulthood, among the people around her that Luo Bei has heard of or seen, the number of people who have been able to escape from this place cannot even be described as "countable on one hand".

Because there isn't one.

Perhaps my childhood playmate Si Xianghui was one of them, but he died a few years ago.

This is the fate of most ordinary people in low-income areas who are involved in gangs.

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"Ah-choo-!!!"

Daqian Federation, Yuncheng High-tech Zone. Si Xianghui, who was standing on the street waiting for someone, sneezed.

"Damn it, who scolded me?" Si Xianghui rubbed his nose and the words he said were exactly the same as Wu Yun's.

While cursing, he searched the street with his eyes. After a long glance, he locked onto a person.

Of course, it was not the person who scolded him, but the person Si Xianghui was waiting for.

The man stood there straight, not moving at all.

He was very tall, wearing a well-tailored black suit and a fur coat, with a black and white plaid scarf around his neck. He was dressed very decently.

He stood on the road not far from Si Xianghui, looking Si Xianghui up and down with his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and Si Xianghui was also looking him up and down.

The two looked at each other for a while. After seeming to confirm Si Xianghui's identity, the tall man raised his hand and shook it towards Ma Yinglong:

"Mr. Si?"

"It's me." Si Xianghui walked forward and extended his right hand to the other party.

However, what he didn't expect was that the other party didn't extend his hand to him as he expected and give him a very "modern" handshake.

This middle-aged man, who was dressed very stylishly, cupped his hands and bowed to him.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Si Xianghui noticed the middle-aged man's hair. He still had his hair tied up and wore a crown, not short hair like him.

Traditional hairstyle and modern clothing reminded Si Xianghui of an old friend.

Uh, it's not the old friend that I meant, it's the old acquaintance. The hand that was stretched out and frozen in the air soon turned into a traditional bow, and the two of them performed a very standard traditional greeting ceremony to each other, and the atmosphere quickly became familiar.

This is Si Xianghui's hometown. When he is not on a mission, Si Xianghui still lives here.
But now he no longer works for the gang, he is now a killer.

Just like his master Wu Yun.

Of course Wu Yun is Si Xianghui's master. He has paid tuition, and he is Wu Yun's first apprentice in Dimension City.

"Your Excellency should be Mr. Li?"

"Sir, I don't deserve it..." The middle-aged man called Mr. Li said with a smile:
"I am the butler of the Li Mansion, Li Guowei."

"I have long heard of Mr. Si's great name. Now that we meet, it seems a little different from what I imagined."

"Oh?" Si Xianghui showed a curious look on his face, "I wonder how my image is different from what Butler Li imagined?"

"Hmm..." Butler Li pondered for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, "No, it's okay. Since Mr. Si is here, why don't you and I talk about business?"

"Please." Si Xianghui sniffed his nose and then spat forcefully on the ground. This rude action made Butler Li frown.

But he was still very calm, so there was actually no expression on his face.

After spitting out his snot, Si Xianghui walked to his car parked on the side of the road and opened the back door. "Please get in, Butler Li."

This is a replica of the domestic car, a copy of the Teflon Model T produced by the American Empire Teflon Company.

Compared with the prototype, it has an appearance that is more in line with the aesthetic tastes of the Daqian people, a more refined and luxurious interior, and a more powerful engine.

Naturally, the price is also more expensive.

The Model T is very popular in the Daqian Federation. In the fourth year of Guanghua, which was last year, more than 4 Model T cars were sold in Daqian.

However, all this has nothing to do with Tefal. The popularity of the Model T in Daqian will not make Tefal a penny.

The Model T was very popular all over the world, but that had little to do with Teflon.

Because patent fees are obviously impossible.

Si Xianghui's car is a famous car brand in Daqian called "Fengshun". Fengshun only makes high-end cars, and the selling prices are basically above 2,000 yuan.

At that time in the federation, a university professor's salary was generally between 150 and 350 yen, depending on his rank, while an ordinary worker's monthly salary was usually only 10 yen or even less.

Obviously, this shows that Si Xianghui is very rich now. After all, in the killer industry, once you have a reputation, you will get a lot of orders.

"It's a very nice car."

Butler Li, who was sitting in the car, took a look at the interior of the car and praised it.

"It seems that Butler Li is also a car lover?"

Si Xianghui looked at Butler Li through the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "But I think we should talk about business now."

"Of course." Butler Li nodded.

The car started moving and then stopped at an intersection.

The green light came on, Si Xianghui stepped on the accelerator, and the car began to move slowly on the road.

While driving, Si Xianghui asked:
"I wonder who your Master Li wants me to kill for him?"

The temperature inside the car dropped by several degrees at this time, and for a moment, the car fell into a brief silence.

Si Xianghui was not in a hurry and just waited quietly.

(End of this chapter)