One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"You've really ripped them off so badly they're left with nothing but their underwear."

"But that old codger Ron was so grateful to you before he left, he practically wanted to kowtow to you twice!"

Looking at the expressions on the faces of these younger generation members, who seemed completely impressed by him.

Zhang Tianyi accepted their flattery without a second thought.

He rolled over, closed his eyes again, and hummed contentedly.

"Alright, stop flattering me."

"Chu Lan, go to the restaurant and see if the Australian lobster is ready for tonight. I've been mentally exhausted, I need to replenish my energy."

"You did a great job! When we get back to Beijing, let's see what Fatty Zhao has to offer me as a reward!"

"Alright! You rest, Master! I'll go and hurry up with the preparation of your dishes right away!"

Zhang Chulan dashed towards the cabin, laughing all the while.

This is such a great opportunity to curry favor!

Chapter 295 The Ultimate Level of Plucking Feathers from a Passing Goose! This is more like a locust swarm passing through!

Nathan Island, deep beneath the royal city.

Several blinding beams of tactical flashlight beams tore through the darkness of the underground garage.

"Cough cough... Damn, this dust is almost as bad as a sandstorm in the Sahara."

Hank, the captain of the Behemoth Special Investigation Team, waved his hand to shoo away the dust that rose in front of him and couldn't help but complain.

He carried an assault rifle and, with four or five fully armed men, carefully advanced through the rubble and debris.

This is the core energy source they found using their detection instruments.

Originally, Hank was convinced that the underground contained priceless treasures accumulated by King Nathan over the generations, and as the first person to enter, he might be able to grab a couple of "souvenirs" that didn't have to be handed over.

As a result, when the flashlight swept across this vast space...

Hank and his teammates were all bewildered in the wind.

"Boss..."

A soldier waved his flashlight wildly, his voice filled with disbelief and frustration:

"Did our intelligence department make a mistake? This place... looks like a junkyard that's just been ransacked?"

Hank didn't speak; his face was so black it looked like ink could drip from it.

The entire treasure vault was completely bare.

Where the gold bricks were originally placed, only a shallow indentation remains.

The shelves that held weapons and magical artifacts were moved so badly that not even a splinter of wood remained.

The most outrageous thing is that there is a platform in the middle that looks like a throne, and half of the backrest on it has been sawed off by brute force.

The cuts were so uneven!

"Has this place been robbed?"

Hank walked up to an empty crystal display case, reached out and touched the base, which wasn't even dusty, and his eyes twitched.

"Even plucking a goose's feathers wouldn't be done like this! Did these people bring a water pump with them? They didn't even leave us a single copper coin!"

The soldiers looked at each other, gaining a completely new understanding of the gang's ability to extort money.

This is practically a locust swarm!

Just as the search team was questioning their existence by looking at the empty treasure vault...

"Captain! We've found something here!"

In the corner, a medic in charge of scanning suddenly shouted.

Hank perked up, immediately picked up his gun, and gave a tactical hand signal.

Several people formed an encirclement formation and quickly crept towards that corner.

In the crevices of several collapsed boulders.

A man lay sprawled on the ground, his clothes tattered from burning and his face covered in soot.

His eyes were closed, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog, occasionally spitting out bubbles of saliva.

"alert!"

Hank lowered his voice and pointed the gun at the man's head on the ground.

As a veteran who had spent years risking his life, he recognized the face at a glance.

"It's upside down! The madman boss of that amusement park!"

Hank's heart skipped a beat.

This guy is listed as extremely dangerous on Behemoth's internal wanted list.

I've heard that this madman has absolutely no bottom line when it comes to his actions, and his combat prowess is incredibly bizarre.

"Medic, scan his energy readings! Everyone else, prepare to fire. Empty your magazines the moment he opens his eyes!"

Hank nervously gave the order, his finger already on the trigger.

The medic carefully brought a tablet-shaped device within half a meter of it.

The blue scanning beam swept back and forth across the upside-down body twice.

"Drip."

The medic stared at the data on the screen, stunned.

He patted the machine again, thinking that dust had gotten into the probe, and scanned it again.

"Reporting, boss..."

The medic looked up, his expression quite strange.

"This machine... seems to be broken. Or maybe this person is faking death."

"What's going on? Is his energy fluctuation very strong?" Hank's forehead was sweating.

"It's not a question of whether it's strong or not."

The medic turned the screen around for Hank to see:

"It's zero."

“There are no traces of supernatural abilities remaining in his body. And…”

The medic wiped his goggles and gave a very medical conclusion:

"The instruments show that he is currently in the condition of an ordinary person. His heart rate is slow, his blood sugar is slightly low, and he even has a slight case of fatty liver."

"what?!"

Hank almost stepped into thin air.

Fatty liver?!

You call this the island's most dangerous madman leader?!

Just as these soldiers were looking at each other, unsure whether or not to fire, the soldiers...

The upside-down creature lying on the ground suddenly let out a "groan".

"Click!"

Five or six gun barrels were pressed against his forehead.

Hanging upside down, it slowly rolled over, rubbing its messy purple hair, and slowly opened its eyes.

He stared blankly at the dark rocks above his head.

Then my gaze shifted downwards and landed on those dark gun barrels.

The air was silent for a full three seconds.

"Oh my god!"

The upside-down creature gasped sharply, then scrambled back, shrinking itself into the deepest crevice of the rock.

He covered his head with his hands, trembling with fear, his voice filled with terror and grievance:

"Brother! Don't shoot! I have no money! I really have no money!"

"I'm just passing by. Are you robbing me or filming a movie in the middle of the night?!"

Now it was Hank and his friends' turn to be dumbfounded.

That tone.

This is a practiced, defensive stance with the head in hand.

His face was full of clear, bright eyes.

Is this the same lunatic who supposedly likes to hang people upside down from trees and bleed them dry?!

Stop pretending!

Hank poked the upside-down man's shoulder with the barrel of his gun, threatening him menacingly:

"Upside down! We know everything about you! Tell us honestly, where did the things in this underground treasure vault go?!"

"Upside down...hanging upside down? Who is that?"

The person hanging upside down shuddered from the poking, their face filled with bewilderment and innocence.

He cautiously raised his head, looking at Hank with utter confusion in his eyes:

"Brother, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Charles, and I'm Tony, a hairdresser at a chain barbershop. I was just giving someone a perm yesterday. How come I woke up sleeping in a cave?"

"Where am I? Are you a rescue team? Can you help me call a ride-hailing service? I have a customer who's booked a haircut this afternoon..."

Looking at that upside-down face, which was filled with sincerity and bewilderment.

Hank and several of his men were all paralyzed.