Playing as a psychopath at the beginning, teammate Kirin brother

Chapter 48
Hail a taxi and get in.

Mo Fan subconsciously reached into his backpack to get the money.

But I couldn't get a dime out.

"Give me the money, hurry up!" Mo Fan said towards the backpack.

But the backpack didn't respond at all.

So Mo Fan tried to talk about other objects, but there was still nothing.

It's over, this backpack seems to be only useful in the forbidden area.

As for the hemp rope just now, he remembered that he took it out in the desert and put it back after not using it, and there was also a dynamite bag.

"Well, master, I don't have any money." Mo Fan handed over the explosive bag, wondering if it could be used to deduct the fare.

"Young man, don't be impulsive. My car is worthless. If you want to rob, go grab a luxury car..." The driver panicked, his hands shaking the steering wheel.

"I'm not robbing, brother." Mo Fan immediately stuffed the explosives into the bag.

He took it out, and then took out a dagger.

The driver panicked even more, his body trembled uncontrollably, and the steering wheel moved accordingly, and the car went straight into an S shape on the road.

"Hello!" Mo Fan pointed the dagger at the front.

The driver didn't even dare to swallow his saliva, and broke out in a cold sweat. Looking in the rearview mirror, this man seemed familiar.

In my mind, I quickly thought about why I thought he looked familiar.

The wanted?
"Put me down in front." Mo Fan was afraid that if this continued, he would have a car accident.

"Yes." The driver nodded repeatedly, and immediately stopped the car by the side of the road.

Mo Fan didn't want to explain anything, he got out of the car and left in a hurry.

The driver behind hurriedly took a mobile phone to take a picture of Mo Fan's back.

"Okay, here's the evidence!" The driver was about to bring the photo to the police, when he zoomed in on the photo and found that the backpack looked surprisingly familiar.

"Isn't this Mo Fan's teleportation backpack?" The driver rubbed his eyes and took a closer look.

Indeed it is!

"Oh, that was Mo Fan just now!" The driver slapped his thigh in regret, and then thought about it, "Then it's understandable, hehe, post it on Moments to show off."

[Meet Mo Fan by chance, he is really ill! 】

Pictured: Mo Fan's back.

Mo Fan was also depressed as he walked along the road.

No money can only walk.

Now the backpack is useless, so eating is also a problem.

After walking a few steps and squatting on the ground, he seriously thought about this problem.

Thinking of those female fans at the entrance of the hospital, Mo Fan squeezed his chin and muttered, "Do you have to sell your appearance?"

buzzing...

buzzing...

The head nurse calls.

"It's over, the dean's cell phone is still with me." Mo Fan looked at the caller ID, thought for a while and answered the call.

"Hey, where are you, Mo Fan?" The dean's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Dean, what's the password for your mobile phone, I can't answer the call if you don't give me the password." Mo Fan pressed the screen and put on the speakerphone.

"520521!" The dean blurted out, and he regretted it after saying that.

"Mo Fan, what are you doing? Haven't you answered the phone now? Why do you need a password? I said, don't mess around, my phone...beep..."

Before the dean finished speaking, Mo Fan had already hung up the phone.

Successfully entered the phone page with the password.

Opened WeChat directly and checked the balance, it turned out to be only nine yuan.

"Is the dean so poor?" Mo Fan muttered depressingly.

I fiddled with the phone, turned off the positioning, and turned off the signal.

The nine yuan cannot be spent unless it is absolutely necessary, so now I still have to find a way to get some money.

Now there is no news of the little brother, and Sarah's life and death are also unknown.

Unknowingly, I walked to the square, setting up stalls for rings, writing and giving dolls, and playing chess and acrobatics.

"Young man, I think your destiny is extraordinary, do you want to come over and have a divination?" An old man wearing black sunglasses said to Mo Fan.

Fortune teller?

Isn't this just an empty glove white wolf?

But I don't have the ability to reason, so forget it.

Going forward, a young man knelt on the ground and begged for five yuan for food.

Another empty glove white wolf.

But the man has gold under his knees, how can he just kneel down.

Feeling that this place is full of business opportunities, but there seems to be nothing suitable for him, Mo Fan continued to walk forward depressed.

He turned around but couldn't find the target, so he squatted on the ground thinking.

The guy who was kneeling beside him begging for five yuan to eat, kneeled so badly that his knees hurt, and there was no one to give him money, so he left angrily.

Looking at the half piece of chalk that he had left behind, Mo Fan picked it up, thinking that he could make some money by writing something.

Racking my brains to think about what specialties I have.

"Especially being able to take beatings is considered a specialty?"

Think for a while and write a line on the ground, "One punch for ten yuan, three punches for 20 yuan."

After finishing writing, he wiped a handful of ashes on the ground with his hands and rubbed them on his face.

How can I say that I am also a little famous person now, I still have to save face.

Just finished writing ten yuan and threw it down.

Mo Fan just looked up to see who it was, but he slapped him unexpectedly.

"Scumbag, bah!" The woman with heavy make-up scolded and left.

This slap came inexplicably, but it was so cool!

"Ten dollars!" Mo Fan picked up the money with both hands and stuffed it into his pocket, waiting for the next customer.

Desperate, he squatted on the ground for two hours without waiting for the next customer. Now including the money in the dean's mobile phone, it is only 19 yuan and nine, and the room in this small hotel cannot be opened.

Seeing that the sky is getting darker and the flow of people is getting less and less, the people who set up stalls around have almost left.

It seems that there is no play today.

Just as Mo Fan was about to leave, a hundred-yuan bill was thrown in front of him.

A two-hundred-jin fat man stared at him arrogantly, "How many times do you need to pay for 100 yuan?"

"100 yuan until you feel good!" This is 100 yuan, it is a life-saving straw.

"Okay, that's what you said, don't blame me for being rude!" the man said as he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight.

"But let's say it first, we don't hit people in the face, you can hit your body." Mo Fan relaxed his muscles as he said.

"Okay." The fat man squeezed his fingers and rattled.

A fist landed on Mo Fan's chest, unexpectedly, he shot Fatty back, staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

Fatty thought he had an illusion, so he punched up again.

Mo Fan's chest was as hard as iron, and his body was as motionless as a shot put.

It was like hitting a stone pillar, and Mo Fan was still grinning.

Feeling being ridiculed, he hit him with fists one after another.

"No more beatings, no more beatings." The fat man sat on the ground with trembling hands, the skin on his hands was cracked.

And Mo Fan still acted like a normal person.

Where is this beating him?Instead, it was like beating yourself.

"Thank you for coming, welcome to come next time!" Mo Fan put 100 yuan in his pocket, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)