Chapter 325 Where there is a will, there is a way

Pushing Gui Wangda's hand away in disgust, the reporter tilted his head slightly, touched the swollen area on his forehead, whispered "Ouch", and slowly lowered his hand, showing off his high posture.

"Ghost King Da..."

After just opening his mouth, his vision went dark, and the familiar palm appeared again. He just opened his mouth, but no sound came out...

"Waiting for a while, can you tell me my name?"

Ghost Wanda Xu was a little tired from sitting on the ground. He stood up slightly and changed his position. His left foot was flat on the ground, his right foot was perpendicular to the ground, and his right hand was resting on it lazily, with his eyes full of vigilance.

Huh? He's a reporter, so he doesn't know what's going on. Besides, Global Elite Center has always been one of the well-known schools in Xiangjiang that has attracted much attention. Naturally, people in Taiwan regularly interview and collect information about things here.
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This is also the reason why he came here today.

With his professionalism as a journalist, he cannot tell the truth, especially if there is a better reason.

Didn’t he say it himself in the first place?

Originally, the reporter was going to say this. He glanced at Gui Wangda's anxious eyes, tapped his hand on the inner thigh in disorder, and remembered a sentence in the information he had read about Gui Wangda.

Ghost King Da seems to be indifferent to fame and wealth, and has no fight with the world, but in fact he is greedy for comfort, seeking fame and reputation, and flattering the people he likes the most.

His eyebrows raised inadvertently, it turned out that he was a sheep in wolf's clothing, he knew what to do.

"Your name, Gui Wangda, is not known to anyone in the Global Elite Center, no, in the entire Xiangjiang. Even Zhou Xiaoxing, the most prominent detective expert, is not as famous as you, so...

."

There is no need to say any more. Any more words will be false. Speaking is the same as being a human being. Pay attention to the golden mean.

"Hahahaha..."

Ghost King Da smiled from ear to ear. These words... sounded like lies at first sight. In fact, the first part was so good that he almost believed it, but...

He knows Zhou Xiaoxing and has seen his popularity. When he traveled through time, his third uncle went out to do some work temporarily, so he was responsible for accepting correspondence on various cases at the house.

Too many!

How do you describe it? Gui Wangda's hand that hit his thigh suddenly stopped, and soon, he used his fingers to massage himself.

It was at this time that he remembered that those letters in Dajunhua were more books than scholars in ancient times. There is an idiom that specifically describes this situation.

A lot of sweat!

Yes, there are so many.

Judging from these letters asking for help, Zhou Xiaoxing’s reputation in Xiangjiang is very effective.

On the other hand, he has lived in an elite center for decades and has not received a single letter.

This man's ability to tell lies is too poor. I just don't know which department he is studying in?

Judging from his fair, clean, tall, thin and frail appearance, he is probably not a student, but someone who comes here to do odd jobs, right?

Got it!

See through but don’t tell.

He still had some business to attend to, so he borrowed the phone and found Zhou Xiaoxing. As for this student boy, he was not a handyman, so how could he be so cool...

"By the way, do you have a phone number?"

After Ghost King Da finished speaking, he waved his hand with a row of teeth marks of a handyman in front of the latter.

The meaning is obvious. If you bite someone, you don’t need compensation. This time he was kind and didn’t require money or medicine, just a phone call.

"Ah?"

The reporter was shocked. This was not his line. Please explain...

Didn't it come out of his mouth?

Unfortunately, he also wanted to say this.

The Ghost King Daneng asked this question, which means...he doesn't have a phone either.

He does have a phone, but...it's out of battery.

Uh...

To give or not to give, this is a question, no less than survival or destruction.

Come on, those rows of teeth marks are too conspicuous.

"Give."

Holding back the pain and resistance all over his body, the reporter slowly took out the phone from his pocket. When hesitating whether to hand it over, Ghost King Da snatched it away.

Even if this was the case, he immediately added that he was the one being requested after all, so there was no need to lose face.

At the moment when he was trying to save his respect, a rectangular solid concealed weapon was thrown over and hit him in the stomach.

"Ah!"

What are you doing? This sentence was still on his lips, and his lips were already in the shape of his mouth. The soreness in his abdomen made him close his mouth.

"Why is there no battery?"

Ghost King Da shook the handyman in his eyes and wanted to punch him, but when he saw the standard bruised nose and swollen face, he gave up.

"You didn't ask?"

Although I am not aggrieved at all, I still have to pretend.

"You won't tell me if I don't ask you?"

It makes sense, Ghost King Da asked casually, subconsciously feeling that this conversation was a bit familiar...

Huh? There is this conversation in how he naturally shirks responsibility after his deception is exposed.

Will he find out? Who is he? Isn't he a handyman? He never said that he is a handyman? So who is he, and what is the purpose of approaching him? Do you want to secretly learn ancient Chinese boxing techniques?
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Countless questions flashed through Gui Wangda's mind, just asking but not answering.

Before the handyman, ah, bah, bleh, handyman, whoever he was, could answer, Ghost King Da immediately leaned forward and pinched the man's neck, extremely fiercely, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"What do you mean, are you alone? Do you want to get close to me? Do you want to learn ancient Chinese boxing? Let me tell you, ancient Chinese boxing is the secret art of the ancient Chinese boxing department with the longest history in the elite center. There are seven or seven in total.

Sixty-eight moves, all fatal, the most powerful one..."

Seeing that the man's eyes were wide open, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, Ghost King Da increased his strength and made him struggle wildly, kicking his legs wildly, tearing at his hands with both hands, and sticking out his tongue...

....

"I knew you had ideas about my ancient Chinese boxing techniques, so I'll let you know..."

"Cough cough cough..."

I don’t know what happened, but Gui Wangda finally let go of his hand, and the reporter had a chance to take a breather. He coughed more than a dozen times, and then quickly dragged his body back.

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What he did was wrong. As for killing people and silencing them, that's not right. If he really wanted to do that, Dianjie let him go again. He was imitating a cat catching a mouse and eating it after he's had enough.

"Don't be afraid. If you really want to write about ancient Chinese boxing, just speak up. If you have potential, maybe I will teach you for free..."

Huh? This line is wrong. The reporter still backed away. Even if he got bruises on his body, he wouldn't understand at all. It's this time, is life more important? Or are non-fatal bruises more important?

Of course it's the former.

Seeing the Ghost King approaching a little bit, he blinked in fear and wanted to close his eyes, but he was worried that once he closed his eyes, he would never be able to open them again, so he blinked very fast, looking like an eagle encountering an eagle.

When an abnormal situation occurs, it’s like flapping your wings desperately.

The expression on his face is very simple, but behind it are thousands of complex expressions that instantly express a sentence.

Don't come here!

"The ancient Chinese boxing method has a long history, is easy to use, and has excellent effects. It can strengthen the body in normal times and can turn the tide in times of crisis. It is really a must-have item for home travel and leisure entertainment."

It was like an advertisement. Ghost King Da recited it impassionedly. You must know that he extracted this passage from the movies and TV series he had watched and practiced it very patiently.

Which movie? TV series?

Can such a private matter be disclosed to others?

He told the people in front of him that he didn't really want to recruit a second disciple so that he could better inherit the boxing technique he created, but...

Scare this man to death and make him reveal his true identity. By the way...ask him if he has a second phone.

It looks like he is wearing a white shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes. The labor should be quite a lot, at least more expensive than He Jinyin. For regular daily necessities such as a telephone, it is not too much to ask for an extra one!

"Hey hey" twice, the reporter had nothing to say.

Now he is just a man-made swordsman, he is a fish and meat, so why should he say more, just echo a few words.

"Brother, who are you? Do you have...a second phone?"

Ah this...
To be continued...