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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nOdd Zhuo had never imagined that he would meet Wang Ling here. After he had received a phone call from his subordinate, he had gone down right away.

n“Mr Zhuo, these are the two men who damaged your car and refuse to pay for it. Don’t you think they’re going too far? Do you want me to call the law…” The man in sunglasses was about to ask whether he should call the lawyer, but before he could finish speaking, he realized that Odd Zhuo’s eyes were shooting daggers at him.

nThis scenario was a tad off!

nA few drops of sweat rolled down the face of the man in sunglasses. “…”

n“Do you know who this person is?” Odd Zhuo pointed at Wang Ling. “He is myshifu ! So what if shifu damaged it? He just gave it a love tap!”

nThe man in sunglasses: “…”

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “…”

nWang Ling: “…”

nFace full of excitement, Odd Zhuo went forward and held Wang Ling’s hands. “Shifu , this disciple has been hoping day and night, and finally I get to see you!”

nWang Ling knew he was being thoroughly coerced by Odd Zhuo. There were plenty of old ladies who committed pengci these days, but for Odd Zhuo to pengci him into becoming his shifu was truly novel and gracefully done.

nWang Ling had heard a story not long ago about a little girl who had bumped into an old lady on her way to school. The girl had kindly helped her up, but the old lady had stubbornly insisted that the little girl compensate her… at that moment, the little girl had calmly stood up, slapped the old lady and said, “I’m underage, anyway!” before she left…

nAt this moment, Wang Ling in fact really wanted to emulate the little girl.

nHm… he was only sixteen years old, so technically he was also underage!

nHowever, this guy would definitely die with one slap from him.

n“I’ve long heard of Mr Zhuo, but I never thought you would actually be Brother Ling’s disciple.” Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal clasped his fists in salute as he tried to defuse the awkwardness of the situation.

n“This senior is…”

n“I am Lei Mouren, my Tao name is Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.” Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal clasped his fists in greeting at Odd Zhuo.

n“Senior is Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal!” Odd Zhuo was instantly excited. This was the legendary Great Death-Courting Senior! If it hadn’t been for the current situation, Odd Zhuo would have knelt to worship this boss…

n“I’ve heard so much about Senior Immortal, I never thought I would meet you here today.”

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal rubbed his head a little self-consciously. “Am I so well-known? Where did Mr Zhuo hear of me?”

nOdd Zhuo thought for a bit, then immediately answered, ” Cultivation Story-telling Session , Bosom Friend of Five Hundred Years 1 !”

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “…”

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “Why is Mr Zhuo here today?”

nAt this, Odd Zhuo looked around cautiously, then pointed at No. 2 Hospital Building next to “Nightshift Nurses” and said in a very low voice, “I’m here on behalf of our General Administration of 100 Schools to visit an old leader: the former chief of the Cultivation Police, Old Chief Chen.”

nThen he pointed to his own head and shook it.

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “Is there something wrong with his brain?”

nOdd Zhuo and the man in sunglasses: “…”

nOdd Zhuo: “…It’s dementia.”

nWang Ling raised his eyelids slightly; not long ago, the old man’s dementia had been treated with much difficulty, and he had never expected to encounter another case today. Sure enough, mental illness was truly a difficult problem for both cultivators and ordinary people! The fact of the matter was that it just couldn’t be cured with medicine…

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal gave No. 2 Hospital Building a look and frowned deeply. “I’ve met this Old Chief Chen before. Two years ago, in a move to uphold the rights of the laborers at Wind Factory 2 , he stormed the factory alone and flipped a dozen or so excavators over.”

nWang Ling: “…”

n“I’ve always felt that Old Chief Chen and I actually have quite similar temperaments,” Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said. “I’ll ask Brother Toya later if he has any special treatment methods you could try.”

nHearing this, Odd Zhuo immediately bowed. “On behalf of Old Chief Chen, I thank Senior Immortal for your help!”

n“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal.” Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal smiled slightly.

nToday, Odd Zhuo felt that his luck was through the roof. He had unexpectedly met the two seniors whom he had admired for a long time all at once. However, he also realized that when these two great living beings were actually standing in front of him, he didn’t have the courage to even open his mouth and ask for their WeChat IDs!

nI’ve only just met them, I can’t make a fuss about wanting to add them on WeChat…

nWhat if seniors think I’m being disrespectful and I give them a bad impression?

nWhat if seniors refuse my request, how embarrassing would that be?

nWhat if seniors don’t use WeChat, then wouldn’t this be too impudent?

nWhat if…

nOdd Zhuo struggled in his heart for an instant.

nAt that moment, the sound of sirens could be heard outside the hospital, and four police cars drove into the parking lot to immediately surround them.

nThe chief security guard knew Odd Zhuo’s identity, so he pushed through a gap to approach Odd Zhuo and explain the current situation to him.

nIt was still about the matter of the little tricycle chasing the Maybach.

nThe chief security guard heard that the tricycle had flown past the Maybach on the motorway at a super fast speed… the traffic police team had then checked traffic camera footage before tracking the tricycle down here.

n“It looks like they have a bone to pick with us, Brother Ling.”

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal’s eyes were as calm as water. A mere handful of police officers couldn’t scare him at all!

nThough he wasn’t afraid, the incident was indeed very troublesome.

nIn a lawful cultivation society, not everything could be settled with just one’s realm. When it came to the violation of traffic rules, whether it was immortal swords or cars, even Soul Formation cultivators would still get demerits, and the ones who should go to jail went to jail… Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was very famous in online cultivation circles, but that wouldn’t move these police uncles.

nWang Ling was also feeling very jittery.

n“Sheep,” the little tricycle, was like a small child, and her temperament was a little volatile. Sometimes when she was being naughty, she couldn’t be controlled at all.

nLooking at this bunch of traffic police officers yelling at them, Wang Ling was instantly a little anxious.

nIn contrast, next to them, Odd Zhuo’s eyes lit up! — The opportunity to showcase himself had come!

nOdd Zhuo asked, “Are shifu and senior worried about this incident?”

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “Can you handle it?”

nOdd Zhuo gave them a thumbs-up: “It’s just a bunch of police uncles! It’s a piece of cake! Watch my performance, senior!”

nJust then, the traffic police captain who had been on the motorway had already gotten out of the police car, and with an aggressive ” pa ,” he slammed the door shut.

nWith a few police officers trailing behind him, he immediately found the tricycle suspected of speeding, then swept his gaze over the people around him. “Whose cart is this?”

nUnder Odd Zhuo’s stare, the man in sunglasses completely didn’t dare to speak. “…”

n“It’s mine!”

nThen, in the next moment, Odd Zhuo held his head high and stepped forward!

nAt that moment, both Wang Ling and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal could sense the brilliant divine light which radiated from Odd Zhuo’s being!

nNot only could he carry a white wok, he could also carry a black wok…

nWang Ling thought that this was probably the obsessiveness of a scapegoat 3 …

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