Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

Chapter 113 Even robberies require queuing?

To avoid any unforeseen complications, the "spendthrift son" task should be completed as soon as possible.

Chen Feng pressed, "When do we make our move?"

The snob said he wasn't in a hurry: "Brother, as the saying goes, 'If you don't make a profit for three years, you can live off it for three.' Stealing money from the Ghost King is a business that will get you killed. If we're going to do something, let's do something big."

"you mean?"

"We'll take action in two months."

Chen Feng asked curiously, "Why do we have to wait two months? Is there any explanation for that?"

The snob said in surprise, "Brother, have you forgotten? April 5th and July 15th are the major and minor Ghost Festivals. Every year at this time, everyone goes to sweep the tombs, pay respects to their ancestors, burn paper money, and kowtow."

"Last year on Ghost Festival, the cemetery I was in charge of alone received 30,000 visitors. With such a terrifying number of visitors, the amount of ghost money collected that day was absolutely astronomical."

The snob told Chen Feng that the paper money collected normally belonged to the various Heavenly Kings, and only the money collected during the two Ghost Festivals needed to be offered to the Ghost King.

Ghost King?

Chen Feng's mind raced, and he inquired, "Is the Ghost King also at Station Number Eight?"

Even the snob wasn't sure: "Legend has it that only by boarding the Ghost Train at a special time can one find the Ghost King, but this time is unknown not only to the Ghost King's direct subordinates and the King of Hell, but also to the other Heavenly Kings."

"How do we send it money?"

"To prevent anyone from guessing the time, on the day the money was delivered, Iron Wheel Ghost, a subordinate of the King of Hell, would have the ghost guards seal off the entire No. 8 Station, preventing any ghosts from entering."

Chen Feng frowned upon hearing this: "The King of Hell's subordinate? Then he must be very powerful, right?"

The snob reassured Chen Feng: "He's not that great. He doesn't do anything productive except flirt with female ghosts."

"If he wasn't impressive, how could he have become a subordinate of the King of Hell?"

"Because he's the brother-in-law of the King of Hell."

"Oh~"

After some discussion, Chen Feng and the opportunist made a pact by high-fiving, agreeing to take action two months later.

And then on April 5th...

Just as the snob had said, the scene was indeed enormous, with gongs and drums resounding, firecrackers exploding, and crowds thronging the area – a truly lively and bustling spectacle.

The entire Fushouyuan community was busy all day before they finally managed to pack all the money and transport it away.

After the messenger left.

Chen Feng clapped his hands, and the motorcycle enthusiasts immediately lined up in two rows, shouting in unison, "Hello, Brother Feng!"

To prevent any internal traitors, Chen Feng has eliminated all of Huo Gui's original underlings in the past two months and replaced them with his own loyal followers.

Thanks to the mutual devouring, a small number of Motorcycle Ghosts rose to the second star.

As for their leader, Afei, with Chen Feng's help in collecting the scattered paper money from the surrounding graves, he made rapid progress.

【hooligan】

[Level of Resentment: ★★★]

[Ability 1: Summon a sports car (after reaching four stars, the sports car will evolve into a Grand Tour)]

[Ability Two: Flame Manipulation]

Weakness: None

After feeding the Fire Demon the skill book, Afei's weakness of being afraid of fire disappeared.

Chen Feng and Brother Dao got into the sports car and headed to the agreed location.

After two months, Chen Feng also figured out Dao Ge's background.

This guy was originally a messenger of the Ghost King, but he was kicked out of the team by the Ghost King because he was too weak.

"I worked diligently for the Ghost King, but I never expected to be discarded after I had served my purpose."

So Brother Dao swore, "Ten years east of the river, ten years west of the river, ten years later, I will personally challenge the Ghost King and make him regret kicking me."

"So it's the 'leaving the team' phenomenon."

Chen Feng has watched many anime like this.

The general plot is that after the hero team kicks out the protagonist, who seems like a burden, they discover that the protagonist is actually the hidden powerhouse, and then they cry and beg the protagonist to come back.

But the only difference is that Brother Dao is really a burden.

Even with Dao Ge's pathetic fighting ability, Chen Feng didn't dare let him go out alone, fearing that some nobody on the roadside might ruin him.

We arrived at the agreed location.

Chen Feng saw the snob and a masked guy dressed in black.

"Why did you only bring one henchman?"

Chen Feng said with dissatisfaction.

"My men are already lying in ambush around here. As for him, he's not one of my underlings."

The snob was explaining.

Suddenly, Brother Dao shouted, clearly recognizing the masked ghost's identity: "Bro, this...this guy is a heavyweight."

The snob grunted, "As expected of a veteran, you're quite knowledgeable. Come, let me introduce you. This is Black Hand, he used to be our colleague."

"Black Hand is a good guy in every way, except he's too ruthless. He even eats his own minions. He guarded the cemetery for a month and devoured all the little ghosts in the cemetery raw, so he was driven out by the Hungry Ghost King and became a wandering ghost."

"I paid a high price to get him to come out of retirement this time, just to ensure the plan goes perfectly."

The ruthless man said nothing: "I only care about money, not people. As long as you pay me, I can still take down even a superstar."

So arrogant? Could it be another assassin?

Chen Feng scanned it with the ghost-catching system:

[The Black Hand]

[Level of Resentment: ★★★★★]

Five stars?

That's really heavyweight.

Chen Feng thought to himself, "This is going to be a double-cross, and things are going to get really tough."

Once everyone was gathered, the snob began to explain his plan: "Station No. 8 has two exits, one in the front and one in the back. As soon as the clock strikes twelve, we'll rush in through the main entrance and get right to it."

Chen Feng was satisfied: "I like simple, brainless plans, but what if we get caught?"

The opportunistic ghost said, "Don't worry, I've already told a group of Taoist priests that there are ghosts here after midnight. We can just frame them for it."

"Brother, you're very thoughtful. But those Taoist priests won't be very strong, will they?"

Braising water to set tofu is a classic example of one thing subduing another.

Chen Feng himself wasn't afraid, but he was worried that his nearly one hundred motorcycle henchmen might get their souls exorcised by the Taoist priest.

The snobbish ghost said, "Don't worry, I've specifically inquired about it. These Taoist priests' temples were all newly opened within the last six months. To put it bluntly, they're just a bunch of charlatans."

"Could the Ghost King trust such a weak Taoist priest?"

The snob confidently said, "If all else fails, just blame it on the reborn one and say that the robbery was committed by the reborn one."

Chen Feng: "......"

Is it possible that the robbery was committed by my buddy?

Seeing that Chen Feng remained silent, the opportunist assumed he was worried and quickly said, "Don't worry, this excuse always works. As far as I know, half a year ago, the Poison Ghost secretly killed the money-transporting ghost and framed the reborn one, and nothing happened to him."

Grass!

Chen Feng understood; it turned out he was the one who balanced the accounts.

Soon, the clock struck twelve.

Let's get started!

Chen Feng took the lead and rushed into the gate, followed closely by Black Hand, A Fei, and a group of his underlings.

"Who are you?"

The messenger had barely uttered his words when Chen Feng punched him so hard that his soul was scattered.

"I told you not to rob me of my money."

Chen Feng spat.

at the same time.

Ah Fei threw out a ball of fire, turning a little devil into ashes.

Brother Dao also used the machete on his head to kill one.

The most ruthless of them all was Black Hand. With a casual flick of his finger, a little devil flew towards the ceiling like a balloon and then burst open with a bang.

Grapes and fine wine in a luminous cup, whoever blocks the way will fly first.

Chen Feng thought to himself, "Wow, that's awesome!" But at the same time, he became a little wary: "That snob hasn't made a move yet, but I have to be careful of his abilities."

The group was engaged in a fierce battle.

Suddenly, another group of people burst out from the back door of booth number eight.

Thump, thump.

Several messengers, their bodies rotting, collapsed and vanished.

Glug, glug.

Several messengers were entangled in black mud and corroded into ash.

Pfft, pfft.

A messenger was about to escape when he was grabbed by a man dressed in leather and covered in thorns, and turned into a showerhead.

"These are... the Poison Ghost, the Stink Ghost, and the Thorn Ghost?" Chen Feng turned to look at the Snobbish Ghost. "Why did you call so many people?"

But the snob looked completely innocent and said, "I didn't call them!"

I didn't call them.

So you've decided to be together?

The two looked at each other, and the scene became quite awkward.

Chen Feng waved his hand and said, "What a coincidence, you guys are here to rob us too."