"Are you really Song Renjia?" Chen Zhong looked at his still bleeding tiger's mouth and said uncertainly.

"Why, it's only been a few days and you don't recognize me anymore?" Song Renjia said.

"You have changed a lot." Chen Zhong said. He thought for a moment and then asked, "Have you become a puppet?"

"Puppet?" Song Renjia frowned.

"It seems that you are not." Chen Zhong seemed to be relieved, "I thought you were here because of the treasure from this transaction. Now it seems that you are not, then you are here for...Chen Lan?"

Song Renjia frowned. Naturally, he was not here for Chen Lan. Lu Yao only mentioned that there would be a transaction here. But the police seemed not to pay much attention to their transaction, so they did not tell Song Renjia the specific information about the transaction.

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The matter they entrusted to Song Renjia was both simple and complicated, just messing up the dream in the cloud club.

Now it seems that Chen Zhong seemed to have misunderstood him. Song Renjia thought for a while, but fortunately followed Chen Zhong's suspicion and said: "Such a treasure must be very attractive to people like us."

"People like you...you still say that you are not a puppet?" Chen Zhong sneered.

"Of course I am not." Song Renjia said in a matter-of-fact tone, "You are not a puppet either. You should not be from this circle. How do you know that that treasure is only useful to puppets?"

Song Renjia's nonsense really filled Chen Zhong's heart with doubts.

The words Song Renjia used to defraud him were not wrong. Chen Zhong was not a puppet, nor was he a person in the "circle".

But this does not prevent him from having some understanding of that circle. The so-called "puppet people" are just the lowest status people in that circle, and they are just puppets for people in their circle to make money in society.

Chen Zhong also knew what kind of circle it was. There were things in it that he longed for but could not get.

Song Renjia's words made Chen Zhong mistakenly think that he was someone from the circle.

Since he is not the lowest level like a puppet, then Song Renjia's status may be higher in the circle!

After thinking about this clearly, Chen Zhong's face became ugly.

Looking at Chen Zhong with a downcast face, Song Renjia didn't know what he was thinking. But it seemed that his words made Chen Zhong have bad thoughts. Since this was the case, Song Renjia was very happy in his heart.

He simply made up another sentence: "You are not someone you can afford to offend in this circle, and neither is Mu Shaolong. You'd better go back and tell him and ask him to kneel down and apologize to me.

I can consider letting him go."

Chen Zhong stopped talking and moved his eyes. From the corner of his eye he glanced at the steel bars still lying on the ground. He took two steps back and planned to retreat alone.

Song Renjia thought for a while and decided not to pursue him. The real mastermind behind the scenes was Mu Shaolong, and Chen Zhong was also a bodyguard. And he believed that this bodyguard could no longer pose a threat to him.

He was very sorry that Mu Shaolong didn't come.

After Chen Zhong had withdrawn far enough, Song Renjia suddenly said: "Wait a moment."

Chen Zhong stopped, holding the machete across his chest, very defensively.

"Yuntai is a puppet, does he have a high status in the circle?" Song Renjia asked.

"Are you really from the circle?" Song Renjia's words made Chen Zhong doubtful again.

Don’t people in this circle know that puppets are just tools to make money or fight for them?

"You can all see my changes." Song Renjia said, "You can guess it with your feet. I am new to the industry."

Chen Zhong nodded, seemingly agreeing with Song Renjia's words. He thought for a moment and said, "You're right. If you are a well-known strong man in the circle, you can crush the rest of us with one finger."

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"Puppet people are the people with the lowest status in the circle. Logically speaking, they are not qualified to enter the circle. Their so-called entry into the circle is just selling themselves as slaves in exchange for powerful power. That's what Yuntai is.

People." Chen Zhong said.

"Well, you can go. I would like to advise you, it is best to leave Ju Shaolong. Otherwise, I will not show mercy next time." Song Renjia said coldly.

Chen Zhong did not respond, but after he was far enough away from Song Renjia, he turned around and ran away and went downstairs.

"Circle? Puppet?" Song Renjia caught two key words.

"According to what Chen Zhong said, the people in this circle are extraordinary, so this circle should not be some celebrity circle, Internet celebrity circle or the like. The ones with great energy may be the political circle or the military circle.

Kind of like that, but that’s also within the scope of ordinary people. It’s not something Chen Zhong, who has been a special soldier, would be so afraid of.”

"Then the biggest possibility is that it is the kind of circle that is not ordinary people."

"Superpower circle? Magic circle? The most likely possibility is the practice circle." Song Renjia thought.

"It seems that Yuntai is not the strongest opponent. He just sold himself into slavery. There must be someone stronger behind Yuntai." Song Renjia got some information from Chen Zhong's last words.

"Anyway, let's take care of Yuntai first. I have a group of second-generation immortals to help me, and I can get a lot of trump cards." Song Renjia gave up the guess that there were not many clues.

He took out his cell phone and started calling Lu Yao.

"The matter is done." Song Renjia said.

"It's over? Wait a moment..."

A few seconds later, Lu Yao's voice came out directly, with a somewhat helpless tone: "Brother Song, is this what you are doing? There is still a lot of people on the first floor."

"I went directly to the third floor." Song Renjia said, "I took away the steel bars. Chen Zhong is also here. I let him go."

"What about their deal?"

Song Renjia's tone paused.

I seem to have forgotten to ask this question.

"Song Renjia?"

"I forgot to pay attention, but with the chaos on the third floor, they probably couldn't make the deal and just ran away, right?"

"Oh, forget it, that's it. Now you can just go and cause chaos on the first floor." Lu Yao's voice was a little helpless, "It's just unreliable for outsiders to do things."

Song Renjia was a little embarrassed. Indeed, he was only focused on fighting. In fact, when he was besieged, he had a chance to break out of the siege of many black suits, but all he could think about was how to kill the enemy's vitality.

"I...how should I make trouble?" Song Renjia pondered for a moment and asked.

"You don't know how to do this? I really lost to you." Lu Yao was a little crazy, "What on earth did you do?"

"I hit everything they could." Song Renjia said, "Now I can do whatever I want here."

Lu Yao on the other end of the phone seemed to pause for a while, and then the voice came over again: "Did you clean up the steel bars?"

"He's lying on the ground." Song Renjia looked at the steel bars on the ground where the sound of gunfire had weakened, and said with some worry, "Can we save him? I struck too hard, because I was afraid he would die."

"Well, forget it, just pick the one you beat badly and throw it to the first floor." Lu Yao said.

"Understood, then I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Song Renjia started picking people.

"I feel sorry for you." He picked out a fat man with a swollen face from among the many black suits who fell to the ground, knocked him unconscious with a slap, picked him up, and walked towards the first floor.

Goo-goo-goo!

On the stairs leading from the second floor to the first floor, a sturdy man in a black suit rolled down the stairs to the first floor, where he lay unconscious.

"ah--!"

"Killing people!"

…

Sure enough, the scene became chaotic. Although the rock music stopped, the noise in the hall did not diminish. The woman's scream filled the place with harsh chaos.

Looking at the messy lobby on the first floor, Song Renjia nodded, returned to the second floor, and looked at his phone. Ten seconds ago, he received a text message from Lu Yao that he could retreat.

Mission accomplished.

Song Renjia breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the first floor, mixed with the chaotic fleeing crowd, and left the Meng Zaiyun Club.

When he rushed out, Song Renjia had already seen a police car approaching in the distance. It seemed that they had indeed been prepared and had been waiting nearby.

Entering the nearby tobacco and alcohol supermarket again, Lu Yao was holding a pager, directing the operation.

"It's done." Seeing Song Renjia come in, Lu Yao smiled.
Chapter completed!