On the second day.
East Ocean City was in the south, and it was summer. The sun at noon was like a big fireball, burning fiercely. It kept pouring excessive light and heat into East Ocean. The entire Eastern Sea seemed to be on fire.
"Damn, this hot air."
In his rented apartment, Zhang Fan was wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. He was sitting on his small stool with a large pot of freshly cooked onion noodles in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He was eating the fragrant noodles. As he ate, he looked at the black and gold tablet in front of him.
After talking to the boss last night, he felt that this tablet was even smoother than an Apple tablet. It could also be loaded with IOS-related, APK-related, and Winged documents. It had 16G of memory and 1T of space, so he didn't return it to the special forces. He brought it back for his own use.
As for Major Han Wu's opinion, he ignored it. Anyway, he had already deleted all the confidential documents, so there was nothing to worry about.
Recalling the one-hour conversation with the boss yesterday, Zhang Fan could not help but frown. He slowed down his eating speed and lost his appetite.
"Brat, do you think you can call yourself the boss just because you have some ability? I'm second. Do you know how many powerful people there are in China? From the Living Buddha of the Potala Palace in the west to the president of the Mystic Society in the east, from the thousand-year Ma Clan in the north to the thousand-year Mao Clan in the south, they all suppressed countless demons, zombies, and evil beings hidden in the land of Hua Xia.”
"Also, do you know how many powerhouses there are in China and the entire world? Japan's Yin-Yang Society and Samurai Society, India's Brahmanism, Western Europe's Church of Light, Dark Parliament, Egypt's Presbyterian Council, America's Holy Land's Strategic Defense, Attack, and Logistics Bureau, and so on. Everything you saw on TV and movies in the past was hidden below and not made public.”
"Kid, you actually dare to broadcast this. Even others don't dare to publicize it, but you're so bold. You think that just because you've learned a little spell, you're invincible. If you are targeted by them, you will be in trouble.”
"Kid, I'll give you a chance. Join the country and serve the country. Can you let bygones be bygones this time? What the hell! Are you unwilling?"
Zhang Fan shook his head and refused. What a joke. He was a ghost, a ghost conferred by the Heavenly Dao. The most taboo thing was the fate of the country. Once he was tied up, it was equivalent to cutting off his future path. There was no way to break free unless he could reach the Nine Extremes. However, in this society, it would be fine if he thought about it.
To be honest, Zhang Fan was very afraid of the national fate and the Four Nine City. There were billions of golden dragons of national fate there. If a conflict really broke out, there would be nothing left. Only those who had reached the level of King Yama would not be afraid.
Of course, it was just fear. If it really came to that, Zhang Fan could heavily injure the Golden Dragon of National Fortune even if he had to die. Even if something happened to the Golden Dragon of National Fortune, it would be a big deal.
Once the Golden Dragon of National Fortune was injured, it meant that a dynasty had begun to decline. Natural and man-made disasters were everywhere in the world.
This was a crazy method. The emperors of the past dynasties knew that powerful warlocks could shake the foundation of their country, so they usually chose to rope them in.
It must be known that in ancient times, some of the truly powerful warlocks in the human world could easily destroy a country. However, in this era of chaos, many warlocks with low cultivation levels thought that this was an exaggeration.
Only the higher-ups and the ancient existences knew that this was not fake.
The once powerful Great Qin Empire and Great Sui Empire were rumored to have been sent into the abyss of destruction by mysterious warlocks.
Zhang Fan also knew that because he could do it too. He had the God Throne and the power of the Heavenly Dao. Although he could not compare to a true expert, he could still severely injure a country's Golden Dragon of National Fortune even if he risked his life.
However, the price to pay was too great. Death was not scary, and neither was the soul dissipating. What was scary was suffering for tens of thousands of lives. That was worse than death. It was even better to die.
It was estimated that the national fortune also felt the hidden threat of Zhang Fan, and it also affected the boss. After a few invitations were rejected, the boss was furious.
However, when he found out that Wu Taining of the Mystic Society had died in his hands, he suddenly changed his mind and gave Zhang Fan a request. If Zhang Fan could eradicate the Mystic Society in Eastern Sea City, then this matter would be over. On the contrary, he would be given special privileges.
When Zhang Fan heard that, he was a little stunned. Wasn't the Metaphysical Society part of the country? After the boss explained, he finally understood.
It turned out that the Mystic Society was not a national organization, but a civilian organization. It was established during the war of resistance. The people inside were all passionate and strange people from all over China. At the beginning, this organization was very good and dedicated to the country.
However, ever since the new president of the Mystic Society took over, things had changed. He had violated the country's bottom line many times, and the country had already moved to destroy the Mystic Society.
However, the Mystic Society was too powerful, or rather, the people inside were too powerful. They had established a complicated network of connections over the past few decades. They could no longer personally take action because if they could not be killed with a single slap, there would be endless future troubles.
Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he nodded and agreed. After he killed Wu Taining, he had already formed a death feud with his two senior brothers. Either they died or he died.
His elder brother, Wu Taijie, was the president of Eastern Sea City's Mystical Society. Killing him would be a declaration of war against the Mystical Society.
In the end, they came to an agreement. As long as Zhang Fan eradicated the Metaphysical Society in Eastern Sea City, this matter would be settled. Otherwise, they would pursue the responsibility. The country would allow him to set up an entertainment company to make ghost films and other documentary films. As long as it was not too bloody and violent, the green light would be given. As long as it was not illegal, the green light would be given. If there were any major supernatural events, he could ask for help, but he had to pay.
"Use him?"
Zhang Fan chewed on the noodles and looked at the tablet. He muttered,"However, I also need a righteous name so that I won't have to be restrained when I do things in the future. Hehe. The country has given me all the money from the live broadcast. It's about 10 million yuan. What should I do with it? Buy a house? It seemed that the villas in Donghai were all worth more than 100 million yuan. He could only buy a commercial house. It didn't feel good. He had to send a portion to his family and use it to start a company.”
"F * ck, it's not enough. I originally wanted to set up a charity fund, but it seems like I'm thinking too much. Now that he couldn't broadcast live, how could he earn money?”
Just as Zhang Fan was fretting over the lack of money, Dongji Temple, which was hundreds of kilometers away, was already shaking.
"Third brother is dead."
"What? Who killed him?"
"Why did we ask him to go? He will naturally die at the hands of someone.”
"Is that Zhang something? I want to kill him to avenge my third brother. My third brother. Aaah!"
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