Although the manager of Big Bird Bar really wanted to let Mo Fan shoot another scene, recalling how he beat Leng Tie to death with one punch and one elbow, he still did not dare to take the initiative to speak and could only hint:
"In my opinion, that section is already excellent. Of course, if you have this hobby, we don't mind preparing a second phase of benefits."
"I don't have this kind of hobby."
After discussing the matter of dividing the money, Mo Fan picked up the cold iron on the ground and said to Porter:
"Lend me the car."
Porter threw the car keys to Mo Fan and asked, "Are you coming back later?"
"Let's change the scene. You go and choose a place first. I'll come back to find you after I finish dealing with this guy."
Mo Fan asked the bar manager for a body bag to open a bar in Yefeng Town. Body bags are a necessary consumable. The bar boy was very considerate and brought him seven colors at once for him to choose from.
He chose the plainest black color and stuffed the cold iron into the bag.
Seeing that Mo Fan was about to leave, the bar manager came out from behind the desk, leaned closer and asked softly:
"You are still an employee of our bar. You are so popular that people from nearby towns drive here to see you. Have you ever thought about returning to the bar occasionally and making a guest appearance?"
“You don’t need to perform in public like everyone else, but you can only give back to the die-hard fans who are ranked high on the fan list, or you’ll get a 91% share, what do you think?”
Mo Fan reached out and patted the bar manager on the shoulder.
"Your suggestion is good, but..."
"If you want to get 100%, that's no problem, we just want to earn a reputation..."
Mo Fan pressed his hand on the bar manager's shoulder and slammed it downwards, slamming the bar manager's face on the desk. If he hadn't paid attention to his timing, he would have smashed the manager's head with this blow.
He grabbed the manager by the collar, lifted the bloody manager into the air, and placed him in front of him.
"But you're a little bit offended. I haven't settled the debt with you for arranging for me to be blamed by the Blood and Bone Gang a while ago. Do you really think I won't kill you because my hands are dirty?"
The bar manager never thought that Mo Fan would fall out of favor faster than flipping through a book. One moment, he would care about the fans' accounts, and the next moment, he would get angry and hurt others just because he was talking about making money.
However, the qualities of a professional manager allowed him to maintain a professional smile even if his nose was broken, several teeth were broken, and his face was covered in blood:
"I'm sorry, it was my work error that caused you trouble."
Mo Fan took out two pieces of paper from his desk and wiped them on the bar manager's face like he was wiping furniture with a rag.
"You see what's going on here, I'm a peace lover. I can sit down and discuss things, but I don't like to do anything. I'll learn to be smarter next time, or I'll have to worry about dealing with the new manager."
"understand."
Mo Fan threw the bar manager back to his seat, picked up the black body bag, and left the Big Bird Bar.
Stuffing the body bag into the trunk of Porter's car, he turned on the radio, tuned to the rock channel, and drove toward the Stinky River.
On the way, he received a transfer from the bar manager.
The Mo Fan fan section in Big Bird Bar currently has a total of 6,500 registered fans.
Among them are 1,578 gold fans and 5,000 ordinary silver fans.
The membership fee for silver fans is fifty federal coins. After becoming a fan, you can get two random photos as a small bonus.
Just two photos can make 5,000 people willing to join the fan group. The reason is that if the two photos are randomly distributed, there is a 1 in 50 chance of getting the high-quality makeup photos of Mo Fan when he passed the interview.
A photo of him wearing nothing but a red tie.
The membership fee for gold fans is more expensive, 500 federal coins per person.
The membership fees of all fans are added up, and after deducting the 15% tax that must be paid, the remaining amount is about 900,000.
With a 91% share, 810,000 yuan fell into Mo Fan's hands, which just reimbursed him for the cost of buying the RPG-80.
I wonder if the opponents who will die under his RPG-80 in the future can imagine that the bullets that killed them were earned by selling striptease videos and nude photos.
Being killed by a stripper RPG rocket is very impressive when you think about it. If he used a rocket to blow up the City Hall of West, and then used this experience to write a rock music song, it would probably become a hit.
Arriving at the Stinky River, Mo Fan took out the cold iron that was as cold as iron from the trunk.
Looking at the metal skin covering Leng Tie's entire upper body, he began to worry.
How do you peel this thing off?
Starting with the scalp?
This craft has to do with beautiful Chinese studies. The leather boots that Taizu liked the most were all contributed by the clueless Indian brothers.
Although it has not been passed down for a few generations in total, it can be regarded as one of the few ancestral arts.
There are specialties in the art, but when it comes to being a pervert, you have to be a civilized guy who is the best at it.
He pulled at the skin on Leng Tie's chest, thinking that if it didn't work, he would just throw it away.
Unexpectedly, this pull directly tore off the entire metal skin.
Looking at the torn apart part, he discovered that the metal skin was covered with a layer of flexible metal skin on top of Leng Tie's original skin.
The designers have considered the issue of recycling. When the implanter survives, the metal skin will be closely connected to the implanter's original skin, just like a layer of real skin.
When the implanter dies, the metal skin will automatically detach, allowing for easy recycling and secondary use.
Mo Fan held the metal skin in his hand and sighed at the designer's ingenuity and thoughtfulness while kicking the cold iron into the smelly river.
The cold iron fell into the abyss-like turbid stinking water river, and slowly sank in a burst of dense boiling bubbles.
This is the good place of the smelly water river.
For children who grew up in Yefeng Town, as long as their tutors are better, their parents will educate their children from an early age not to judge people by their appearance.
Tell the children that no matter how ugly people are, they will always have their inner sparkle. Usually at this time, parents will take the smelly water river as an example.
Just like the smelly river surrounding the town, no matter how dirty, smelly or poisonous it is, it is also loved by many people, and people drive their cars to the river for a walk every night.
Of course, if the children ask at this time, "What are the advantages of the Stinky River to attract people to take a walk?"
Parents may say:
"Because it is highly toxic, if the body is thrown in, even the bones and residue will be gone in a short time. It is the best place to destroy the body and eliminate traces."
At least this is how Mo Fan’s parents taught him when his predecessor was a child.
This reflects the importance of education. Mastering these life tips can avoid a lot of troubles in life.
After handling the cold iron, Mo Fan looked at the metal skin in his hand, thinking that taking it back to drink would have a bad impact, so he prepared to integrate it into his body while no one was around.
He took out the two bottles of wine that Shun had brought when he left the Big Bird Bar, washed away the smell of sweat on the metal skin, and then he ran the Dayan body-training method and entered a state of selflessness.
He grabbed the metal skin, put it on his upper body like a long-sleeved T-shirt, and the metal skin blended into his body and disappeared.
After the fusion ended, he opened his eyes and felt the changes after the fusion of metal skin.
The function of metal skin is just like that of cold iron, which disperses the impact of hitting the body and has a certain bulletproof effect.
The effect of the metal skin is similar to his ability in the skin refining stage. After the two phases are fused, a special change occurs.
The effect of skin refining ability after fusion with metal skin is greatly enhanced.
In the past, the effect of his skinning could only block small-caliber pistols. Now, after the mutation, common civilian firearms on the market can hardly hurt him unless they are replaced with armor-piercing bullets.
And it strengthens not just the upper body, but all the skin on the whole body.
In order to test this ability, he took out a commonly used large-caliber revolver and shot himself in the thigh.
To prevent it from slipping away, he concentrated his spiritual power on the hit part in advance. Even if the skin was penetrated, the flesh and blood blessed by spiritual power would be enough to stop the bullet.
The results of the experiment were even better than he expected.
His skin not only blocked the close-range shots from large-caliber revolvers, but the impact of the bullets hitting him was evenly distributed throughout his body.
Even the vibration he felt was very slight.
The change in his skin-refining ability made him discover that if the parts of his prosthetic body that he fused overlapped with the parts that he had tempered with his body-refining techniques, it would most likely be like metal skin, and the abilities of the prosthetic body would be the same as those of his body-refining skills. The abilities are completely integrated and mutated into even more powerful abilities.
His now tempered parts include skin, flesh, blood and bones.
He hadn't heard much about prosthetic body and blood. If he wanted to gain the ability mutation again, he could only start with prosthetic bones.
I'll go back to Jack Wang and ask if they can get a prosthetic body for the bones.
Driving back to town, he found that Potter had been driving around for a while and finally settled on the location of Howling Werewolf.
When he was in the Big Bird Bar, although Porter remained calm throughout the whole process, he was actually very shocked.
Nothing could be said to excite him.
Everything that happened tonight was irritating to him.
When Mo Fan had a head-on conflict with the Three Eyes Gang, he beat Leng Tie to death with his bare hands on the spot. As well as the secret that the two videos that have been in the spotlight recently were both made by Mo Fan.
Mo Fan actually once applied for a job as a striptease cowboy, and he could sell millions of federal coins just based on the interview video and nude photos.
And what shocked him the most was that Mo Fan became so famous because he participated in the Death Race, but not many of Mo Fan's fans knew him.
Under all kinds of stimulation, Porter became so emboldened that he even challenged Mo Fan to a drinking challenge in an attempt to gain some ground in terms of drinking.
Needless to say, the result was that Porter vomited five times in the bar toilet, and was finally carried away by Mo Fan, roaring at the werewolf.
When I returned to Ruyi's office, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night.
An Xin was not asleep yet, watching TV on the sofa.
Mo Fan sat next to her on the sofa, took the beer she put on the ground, and poured it into his mouth.
Porter ordered high-alcohol drinks at the bar, so he risked his life to trade with him, just in time to drink some beer to sober up.
An Xin kicked him dissatisfied, took a new bottle of beer, opened it, and said:
"I heard you made quite a splash today."
"You are quite well informed."
"The middlemen are in the intelligence business. If I can't receive this kind of information within twenty minutes, it means I should retire."
Mo Fan shrugged and asked, "Will the Three Eyes Gang completely fall out and bring tens of thousands of their followers to Yefeng Town to kill them?"
An Xin yawned and said nonchalantly: "We'll find out later."
"Miss An Xin, I read it right, you can indeed cover it up."
As the drunkenness increased, Mo Fan felt a little sleepy and got up to go back to the house to sleep.
When reaching the stairs, An Xin's voice came from behind.
"You're going to get ready now and get familiar with my car. I'll have a job in two days and I'll need you to be the driver."
Mo Fan turned around and said, "Who is the client? What is his vision? He only hired me as a driver."
"The client is me."
"As expected of my middleman, he understands me very well and knows that what I am best at is driving. What are we going to do, take you for a ride?"
"It's nothing serious. I just want to go to the Three Eyes Gang's stronghold in the next town to see what the Three Eyes Gang secretly transported in the shipping bills you found before."
