"What did you say just now? I'm sorry, my ears are not good and I didn't hear you.”
Ron withdrew his fist and said calmly.
The rich man and his bodyguard were stunned as they looked at the body of the car that Ron had knocked out with a single punch. Their bodies were stiff.
Until a cold wind blew in through the blasted car and blew on the rich man's face, causing him to shiver and come back to his senses.
When he saw Ron looking at him with a smile, it was just that the smile looked a little cold.
A chill rose from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to the top of his head.
At this moment, the bodyguards beside and behind him all took out their guns and aimed them at Ron and the others.
The rich man heaved a sigh of relief. A smile appeared on his face again, but the next moment, his expression froze.
The cute girl who had been sitting quietly beside Ron suddenly had a strange vacuum cleaner in her hand.
"I'm counting on you, protruding eyes fish ~"
The bodyguards subconsciously wanted to shoot, but they suddenly felt a huge suction force from the guns in their hands, making them unable to hold on at all.
As soon as they let go, they watched helplessly as the guns in their hands were sucked into the suction port of the strange vacuum cleaner.
The scene instantly fell silent.
"I'll repeat myself. I didn't hear what you said just now. Can you repeat it for me?”
Ron stood up and looked down at the rich man coldly.
"I…I mean…"
The rich man's body began to tremble, and a smile that was uglier than crying appeared on his face.
"This…this is all a misunderstanding. It's just an identity certificate.”
"Since it's easy, then do it for me now.”
"What? Now…"
"Immediately!"
"…Yes!"
Ron raised his voice slightly, and the rich man hurriedly took out his phone from his pocket and began to arrange things.
Not long after he hung up, he heard the rich man's phone ring.
"Well, Mr. Ron, your and this lady's identity certificates have been prepared. The place of birth and household registration are written in this city of Gurmanton.”
The rich man covered the phone and said to Ron with a flattering smile on his face.
"Mm, ask them to bring their ID cards and relevant documents. Remember, just send one person. If there are more people, such as bodyguards, I don't mind breaking your three legs first so that you can't escape and then become my hostage.”
“.….. No, Mr. Ron, don't worry about that. He definitely came alone!”
The rich man spoke to the other side of the phone again with a terrified expression. After he hung up the phone, he found Ron staring at him.
"What…what's wrong, Mr. Ron? I've already sent someone to send over my ID card as requested.”
The rich man's heart skipped a beat as he asked carefully.
"I helped you win a lot of money in the casino just now, right?”
"…Yes."
"Originally, I thought that we would have a happy cooperation. I would help you win money, and you would give me a certificate. However, who would have thought that you would give me such a fright? I feel that I have suffered a lot of shock and need some compensation for mental damage.”
said Ron, clutching his heart and staring at the millionaire.
You were scared? He was even frightened? Mental damage compensation?
The rich man felt that he had no place to reason with, but the situation was stronger than him. What else could he do?
"Gulp ~"
The rich man swallowed his saliva. He understood what Ron meant and took out a card from his pocket with a trembling hand.
"This is my special bank card for the casino. There's no password on it. It's handled at the underground bank.”
The rich man said with a pained expression.
Although the Hunter World was also a modern urban world, due to the existence of telekinesis, there were many bad people who committed crimes in this world, not to mention the mafia families that were about to be exposed.
The fame of the ten old men had long resounded throughout the six continents.
Because there were so many underground forces, they wanted to launder money or sell stolen goods. Ordinary orthodox banks would definitely not be able to go through, so the so-called underground banks were born.
What was worth pondering was that according to the rumors, the founder of this so-called underground bank seemed to be the V5 official…
Ron unceremoniously took the card from the rich man.
"I still need a watch…"
Before Ron could finish, the rich man hurriedly took off the diamond-encrusted watch on his wrist.
Since the other party wanted to put them under house arrest, they had to be prepared.
It was just a bank card and a watch. Only Ron still retained some of the moral values of his previous life. If it were any other resident of Meteor Street, they would have long since ripped off the head of a rich man.
The air fell silent again. Only the rich man nervously wiped the sweat off his head with a handkerchief.
After a while, someone rushed over. One of the rich man's bodyguards got out of the car after receiving the signal. After negotiating with the person, he walked over with a few documents.
Looking at the two freshly-made ID cards at the top, Ron and Droplet's photos were quite obvious, which made Ron very satisfied.
The photo was just taken, and it was not bad.
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