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"It's a golden light! Now I don't have to worry about Mom misunderstanding." Ian looked in the mirror and was very satisfied with the imposing presence he projected.
Because I want to upgrade.
He then continued searching for other shops in the area. White silently sank to the bottom of the thermos. The demon head in the backpack suddenly spoke.
"I smell the scent of hell."
It twitched its rotting nostrils, "And filthy liars."
Between words.
With utter disgust.
Ian understood why the demon loathed him so much; after all, even though he didn't have a dog's nose, his newly enhanced eyes still managed to spot the man in the old trench coat in the distance.
street corner.
Constantine, wearing a beige trench coat, was walking this way with a cigarette in his mouth.
The moment their eyes met.
Ian wanted to take a detour.
Constantine, however, was much faster than him in taking the detour—he simply turned a corner and ran, as if afraid that if he was too slow, he might face something terrible.
Even when his shoes were lost, Constantine didn't care.
Ian was completely dumbfounded.
"No, is he a plague god, or am I the plague god? I should be the one avoiding him like the plague god!" Ian was so angry that he jumped up and down. Human nature is sometimes so contradictory.
It's one thing to be on guard against others, and it's another thing to be on guard against by others.
"I think he's very wise."
The voice of the demon's head echoed eerily from inside the backpack.
"Shut up! I'm wearing a mask! How could he possibly recognize me? He must be in a real hurry to get home and take a dump!"
Annoyed, Ian hesitated for a moment but still didn't take off his socks to stuff into the demon's mouth. He couldn't let his emotions ruin his feet.
Just at this time.
"No! What happened to me just now! How could I have been so confused as to take this car!" A heart-wrenching wail came from afar, immediately attracting Ian's attention.
Ian's ears perked up. Realizing that the sound was coming from the direction Constantine had come from, he knew that someone else had been tricked again.
"Damn it, why doesn't Constantine trick me instead! I love being tricked! Even if he likes punishing scum like himself, it's not like I can't be a scumbag!"
Ian followed the sound and found an open space.
A burly car dealer was desperately wailing over a black Dodge Hellcat, the car keys in his hand like a hot potato, impossible to shake off the ground.
This person is clearly being harassed.
"This car killed nine people! A full nine people! Why would I buy it? Someone drugged me!" The car dealer knelt in front of the Dodge Hellcat, trembling.
His expression was one of despair.
"What! Nine spirit rings! A Title Douluo-level muscle car!" Ian noticed and immediately became interested. He quickly approached the wailing car dealer and whispered.
"I'll take this car for eight hundred dollars."
Hear this.
The car dealer looked up sharply, as if grasping at a straw, and saw a boy wearing stockings standing in front of him. His first instinct was to think he'd encountered a fugitive robber. However, after realizing Ian was just a child, the car dealer breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Kid, do you even have a driver's license? You want to buy a car?"
The car dealer looked conflicted.
It's like a struggle with one's conscience.
"Hilarious! I'm about to become a spirit ring, why would I need a driver's license?" Ian thought the other person's brain wasn't quite right, and he hoped that the other person would drink more walnut juice when he got home.
"..."
The car dealer's conscience immediately stopped bothering him.
"You'd rather lose your life than your money, huh? Here you go!" He pulled a large wad of US dollars from his pocket and slapped the keys into Ian's hand. He felt a huge sense of relief the moment the keys were released.
"You asked for it, it's not my fault, it's not my fault." As if trying to convince himself, the car dealer kept repeating this sentence and ran away as if his life depended on it.
"..."
On the open ground.
Ian was left alone, staring at the key and the dollar in his hand.
He looked somewhat bewildered.
"They promised 800, but they gave me 7,200... There are still a lot of suckers in the Metropolis." Ian sighed, feeling that he should probably raise his service prices a bit.
Yes.
His tuition fees at school were clearly out of step with the realities of society. Having recouped his previous expenses, Ian started circling the cool American muscle car a few times.
"That's so cool!"
What Ian valued was not the presence of spirit rings on the car, but rather the fact that with so many spirit rings, a muscle car at the Title Douluo level must possess autonomous driving capabilities.
“It might even have auto-repair capabilities, this is the car of my dreams!” As Ian’s finger traced the hood, the Dodge Hellcat’s headlights flickered eerily.
"The only fuel for this vehicle is human blood."
The demon's head spoke softly from inside the backpack on Ian's back.
It's really scary.
Ian was indeed frightened.
He quickly calculated in his mind that even if he were to buy human blood as a primary recycler, a 400ml bag of whole blood would cost between $200 and $300.
This fuel is really much more expensive than oil.
"Sure enough, high-end cars come with high operating costs." Ian couldn't help but sigh. He had a flash of inspiration, and by the third thought, he had a foolproof solution.
"I always said I was resourceful."
Ian, delighted, perked up again.
"What do you mean?"
The demon's head was still somewhat bewildered.
"Human blood is so expensive. Hellcats should drink hell blood. Free fuel is the best fuel." Ian's words made the demon head in the backpack even more confused.
"What hellish blood?"
The demon's head was a mystery to him.
but.
This confusion only lasted until Ian took it out of his bag.
"No! Don't do this!"
While Ian twisted him into a muggle shape.
The demon understood.
Don't worry, everyone. We won't renege on our debts. We'll make up double for any outstanding payments.
Chapter 93 Upgrade! And it's a fucking upgrade!
today.
sunny.
The weather is calm and sunny.
however.
The Minotaur Demon felt as if he had never walked on thin ice in his entire life.
True hell.
Nothing more.
The place I was in before might have been a fake hell.
"Let me go, let me go." Ian's desperate attempts to struggle with his facial muscles were futile. He skillfully, like squeezing toothpaste, aimed the demon's head at the gas tank opening.
"I don't have hell blood! Please... don't do this." As they say, demons love to lie and their mouths are very dishonest, but the "torrent" bursting from the broken neck couldn't fool Ian's eyes.
Amidst the demon's screams.
The sound of gurgling and swallowing came from the fuel tank.
No one knows the underlying principle, and neither it nor the other is scientific, but that doesn't change the fact that they are both reasonable. At least Ian didn't seem surprised at all.
The book "Unsolved Mysteries of the World" holds a very high place in his heart.
and so.
Things that can't be explained simply need to be categorized, and everything will then have a reasonable explanation. This is how Ian has always dealt with things he doesn't understand since he was a child.
Oil is valuable, but human sap is even more so.
If it's for the sake of demonic blood, both can be discarded.
In Ian's view, the unique flavor of his newly purchased Hellcat was not a problem, but rather a cost-effective choice, as the demon's head was simply as magical as a sponge.
No matter how hard you squeeze, there always seems to be some left. The offspring of demons may be endless, but the blood of hell is clearly plentiful.
"I don't have a single drop left!"
The demon's wailing voice was still full of energy.
“Yes, yes, MacArthur… well, anyway, I heard someone say that if you take half of a demon’s blood, it will never run dry.” Ian naturally didn’t believe the demon’s lie.
When it comes to refueling a car, both experienced and novice drivers know that you should fill it up completely at once, otherwise the Mexicans next door will definitely laugh at them for not being able to afford gas in free America.
“I decide what fuel I use; that’s fuel freedom in a free and democratic world.” Ian found solid legal support for his actions.
The world was achieved only when the inhabitants of hell were injured.