Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

"Tough...tough guy! We met a tough guy!" The tattooed man who led the way turned pale and ran away.

While running for his life, he frantically pushed down boxes and wooden racks in the alley, trying to stop Zhang Luan's pursuit.

Chapter 233 Luring the wolf into the house

After running for a distance, the tattooed man looked back and found Zhang Luan walking leisurely behind him.

Suddenly, he showed a smug smile, raised his middle finger towards Zhang Luan provocatively, and stuck out his tongue and made a face.

"Huh, this distance is about fifty meters, let's try our speed!" Zhang Luan bent his knees slightly and got into a running position.

"You idiot, you want to run now?" The tattooed man laughed wildly and ran into the alley next to him. After turning several corners, he finally stopped to catch his breath.

"Finally got rid of it!"

He held onto the wall, breathing heavily, his vest soaked with sweat.

"Can't you run anymore?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

The tattooed man turned his head suddenly, his pupils suddenly contracted - Zhang Luan had been standing beside him without him knowing when, as silent as a ghost.

"Ah!" The tattooed man's scream echoed in the alley. He instinctively threw a heavy punch, hitting Zhang Luan in the side of the face.

boom!

The fist hit Zhang Luan's face hard, making a dull sound.

But the strange thing was that Zhang Luan's expression did not change at all, and he still had that chilling smile on his face.

Instead, the tattooed man's knuckles were torn and blood was dripping down his fingers.

"Who are you..." The tattooed man's voice was filled with fear. Before he could finish his words, Zhang Luan's fist hit his abdomen like lightning.

This punch seems casual, but it contains terrible power.

The tattooed man suddenly bent over, his stomach churning and he began to retch.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead and formed a small pool on the ground.

Zhang Luan pulled out a gleaming saber from his waist, the blade reflecting a cold light in the dim alley. "Take me to your brother once you're done coughing. I don't have time to waste with a small fry like you!"

The saber swung before the tattooed man's eyes, its cold light illuminating his sullen expression. "Got it, got it! Follow me!" His voice trembled, but his eyes kept darting, clearly still plotting something sinister.

Zhang Luan watched coldly. He knew that this kind of person was like a wild dog. He had to completely eliminate his lucky mentality before he would truly surrender.

The tattooed man led the way through the dirty and narrow alleys.

The air was filled with the stench of fermenting garbage, and the walls were covered with mottled stains and unsightly graffiti.

Finally, they came to a park.

It is surrounded by a two-meter-high wall, with a cold, shining barbed wire on top.

Two men in plain clothes were standing at the gate, with standard rifles slung around their waists. They were smoking leisurely, and the smoke was swirling in the sunlight.

From their professional stance and vigilant eyes, it can be seen that these people have obviously received professional training and are not ordinary thugs.

"Hey!" The tattooed man spoke in a strange dialect to the two gunmen. Their expressions became serious, and they looked at Zhang Luan with vigilance from time to time.

The tattooed man turned around and waved disdainfully at Zhang Luan, his eyes full of provocation, as if saying: Come in if you dare!

Zhang Luan looked calm, with his hands in his pockets, and walked into the gate at a leisurely pace.

His attitude was as casual as if he were strolling through a shopping mall, completely oblivious to the armed guards on either side. This unhurried aura actually made people feel a little uneasy.

"If you're brave enough, come with me!" The tattooed man raised his thumb, with surprise flashing in his eyes.

Ordinary people would be scared to death when they saw someone with a gun, but Zhang Luan's fearless attitude clearly showed that he was a tough guy who had seen big scenes.

Across the yard, two more armed men emerged from the sentry box and followed Zhang Luan silently. Their steps were in unison, a testament to their well-trained demeanor.

The tattooed man didn't go directly to the office area, but instead took Zhang Luan to the warehouse area. The air was filled with a nauseating, fishy smell.

Several huge iron cages were arranged in the warehouse. The cages were only a little over one meter high, with more than a dozen people huddled inside.

They were dressed in rags, with dull eyes, as if their souls had been taken away.

Some people were groaning, some were crying silently, and more people were too numb to react at all.

The bloodstains on the ground were shocking. A worker was flushing with a pipe, and the blood was slowly flowing along the ditches on the ground.

The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, but it couldn't cover up the smell of blood.

The tattooed man looked back from time to time to observe Zhang Luan's reaction, as if he wanted to see if these cruel scenes could reveal his flaws.

However, Zhang Luan's expression remained calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

In front of the iron cage, a shirtless, muscular man was kicking the cage with a sly grin. The girl in the cage screamed hysterically, her voice filled with fear and despair.

"Hahaha!" The man let out a perverted grin, seemingly enjoying the sadism. A ferocious blue dragon was tattooed on his back, twisting and deforming with his muscles.

"He is your elder brother?" Zhang Luan frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his voice.

"No, he's not! His name is Lao Ba!" the tattooed man answered casually.

At this time, a weak voice came from the cage: "Dragon people? Are you from Dragon people? Save me quickly, I was deceived!"

A tear-stained girl clutched the iron railings tightly, a last glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes. Her wrists and neck were covered in bruises, clearly having endured inhuman torture.

"You won't meddle in other people's business, will you?" the tattooed man turned around and asked with a sneer.

However, when he turned around, there was no one behind him. Zhang Luan, who had been strolling lazily, seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. The two gunmen also looked bewildered, obviously not having seen how Zhang Luan disappeared.

thump!

A dull sound of falling broke the silence.

The three of them turned around suddenly and saw Lao Ba lying on the ground, holding his neck.

Blood gushed out from between his fingers, spreading on the ground in a glaring scarlet.

His eyes were filled with fear as he stared at Zhang Luan who had appeared beside him at some point.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly!" Zhang Luan turned to the tattooed man, his voice gentle as if he was chatting about family matters, but his eyes were as cold as an ice cellar.

The tattooed man's face instantly turned pale green, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Da da!" The two gunmen shouted loudly in the local dialect, quickly raised the guns in their hands, and pointed the black muzzles at Zhang Luan.

"Don't, don't shoot!" The tattooed man hurriedly reached for the muzzle of his gun, his voice filled with unmistakable fear. He saw that creepy smile on Zhang Luan's face again, just like when he had instantly taken down seven or eight of his men. That smile, calm yet tinged with cold murderous intent.

"Open the cages and let them all out!" Zhang Luan's voice was emotionless, yet it gave people an irresistible sense of oppression. The air seemed to freeze.

"We don't have the key!" Tattooed man

Chapter 219

His voice was trembling and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"OK then!"

Zhang Luan turned, his slender fingers grasping the bars of the cage. His movements were graceful and calm, as if he were touching a fine work of art. But the next second, a shocking scene occurred.

Creak! The sharp sound of twisting metal echoed throughout the warehouse. As everyone stared in amazement, the sturdy iron cage was ripped open like a piece of paper. The broken metal edges twisted outwards, clearly demonstrating the terrifying power of this force.

A ragged girl trembled as she climbed out of the cage and instinctively hid behind Zhang Luan. Her frail body trembled as her terrified eyes darted between the two armed men.

"Put your guns down! You're scaring people!" Zhang Luan's tone was still gentle, but with unquestionable majesty.

"Put down the gun, put down the gun!" the tattooed man shouted at the top of his lungs, panic written all over his face.

One man hesitated for a moment and slowly lowered his gun, but the other man, with a glint of stubbornness in his eyes, cursed in the local dialect and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the warehouse.

The moment the gunshot echoed, Zhang Luan's figure vanished like smoke blown away by the wind. Only a trace of his image remained in the air, and the next second he was in front of the man who had fired the gun.

The fist struck the opponent's face like lightning. The crackling sound was horrifying, the sound of a skull shattering.

The huge impact force threw the man out, leaving a long bloody mark on the concrete floor.

His head was completely deformed, with blood and brain matter flowing together, and his death looked extremely miserable.

"What are you doing?!" another man screamed in horror and raised his gun again in panic.

Chapter 234 Found something good

click!

Zhang Luan's palm struck out like a poisonous snake, hitting the man's throat accurately.

The man's face flushed crimson, his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water, but no sound came out. Blood gushed from his mouth, staining his shirt red.

He stumbled back a few steps and fell heavily to the ground, twitching in pain.

Zhang Luan gracefully bent down and picked up the two guns from the ground. While the tattooed man was still stunned, he quietly put the guns into the space.

"Okay, now you can go see your elder brother!" Zhang Luan turned around and put a gentle smile on his face again, as if the bloody scene just now had nothing to do with him.

The tattooed man was trembling all over, with cold sweat soaking the back of his clothes: "I...I am taking you to see the eldest brother...Please don't misunderstand me!" His tone was extremely flattering, and his face was full of ingratiating smiles.

"Hurry up, then, before my patience runs out!" Zhang Luan's gaze was as sharp as a knife, flashing with chilling murderous intent. The tattooed man shuddered involuntarily at the sight of his icy gaze.

This time, he didn't dare to play any tricks. He hurriedly led Zhang Luan through the corridor and came to a luxuriously decorated office.

Two burly bodyguards, wearing black suits stretched tight by their muscles, stood at the door. Seeing the tattooed man and his companions approaching, one of them gestured to stop, while the other was ready to conduct a body search.

"Understand, this is a necessary step. It's the same when we meet Big Brother!" The tattooed man explained carefully, his voice filled with flattery and fear.

"Trouble!" Zhang Luan snorted coldly.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and he grabbed the heads of the two bodyguards with both hands at the same time. Before the bodyguards could even react, their heads were smashed to the ground by the huge force.

With a dull thud, cracks appeared on the marble floor.

The two strong men lost consciousness instantly, and blood slowly flowed from their foreheads.

boom!

Zhang Luan kicked the office door open. The luxurious solid wood door was torn away from its frame by the immense force.

The office was filled with a charming scene: a man wearing sunglasses was pressing a naked woman against a large wooden desk. The woman's face was covered in tears, her eyes were empty, and she looked like a lifeless doll.

The sudden noise startled the man in sunglasses. He quickly pushed the woman away, frantically pulling up his pants, while his right hand reached for the pistol in the desk drawer.

Zhang Luan rushed over to the man in sunglasses and kicked him hard, knocking him to the ground. The man screamed in pain and rolled over, his pants still in the air.

Zhang Luan quickly opened his desk drawer, revealing a dazzling array of contraband: a gold-plated pistol, neatly stacked bullets, bundles of cash, and several sealed bags of white powder. With a deft movement, he stowed everything away in his storage space.

He turned to look at the girl slumped on the desk. Her eyes were dull and there was a strange smile on the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that she had been injected with drugs.

Her body was covered with purple pinch marks and cigarette burns, which was chilling.

"Are you the man who talked to me on the phone?" Zhang Luan turned to the man in sunglasses on the ground and slowly crushed his leather shoes.

The size of the place was so unappealing that Zhang Luan was too embarrassed to use any force, fearing that he would accidentally crush it.

"Ah!!!" Even so, the man in sunglasses rolled on the ground in pain, and his shrill screams echoed in the office.

"Don't you just want to collect gold? Is it really necessary to do this? Are you still going to do business?!" The man in sunglasses was sweating profusely, his voice filled with anger and fear.

"Still pretending? Do you look like you're serious about doing business? You brought people to ambush me, and you still run this cyber fraud park?" Zhang Luan sneered and crushed with a little force with his leather shoes.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!" The man in sunglasses screamed like a pig being slaughtered, curling up into a ball. His sunglasses fell off during his struggle, revealing a face distorted by desire and greed.

"This is Chaka's business, I'm doing it for Chaka!" The man's face was pale and he shouted anxiously as if he was grabbing the last straw.

"So... you know Chaka?" Zhang Luan's eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. He slowly withdrew his foot from the man, finally finding a clue about Chaka.

The man groaned in relief, hurriedly put on his pants, and limped over to the leather sofa.

"Yes, I don't need to tell you about Chaka's strength. Who in Myanmar doesn't know that?" He said with a hint of pride. "This park is where he makes his money. If you mess up here, you're just messing with Chaka!"

"Take me to see Chaka!" Zhang Luan's voice was calm, but it revealed an irresistible tone.

With trembling hands, the man pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep drag before regaining consciousness. "What the hell is wrong with you? That's Chaka. You can't just say you want to meet him?" Smoke billowed from his mouth, forming a grayish-white curtain in the air.

"So... you can't take me to see Chaka!?" Zhang Luan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the room temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

The man seemed unaware of the approaching danger and instead felt emboldened.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and waved his hand impatiently: "You are a gold collector, why do you want to see Chaka? I can help you with it!"