"Mengyi, if someone comes back in the future, you must have my consent before opening the door, even if you know someone."

After asking the madman to throw out the flip-top leather shoes, Zhang Dashao seriously explained to Han Mengyi.

He actually knew that Han Mengyi opened the door for her own sake. After all, she lives in Shayuan now. If anyone stays in the door, it will be a little bad.

But now, it is not the time to consider these things.

Han Mengyi was also shocked by the scene of flipping her leather shoes and pulling out her gun. If Zhang Tian hadn't been here today, things would have been afflicted.

But she didn't know that if Zhang Tian wasn't here, flip-covered leather shoes wouldn't be able to enter the door. The reason why Master Zhang lets flip-covered leather shoes come in was actually to remind Han Mengyi that he would never open the door casually in the future.

"I understand, Zhang Tian." Han Mengyi nodded and responded.

Only then did Mr. Zhang feel relieved.

The madman also sat opposite Mr. Zhang and continued to eat his breakfast. The madman refused to sit on the same table with Mr. Zhang no matter what, but finally surrendered under the tyranny of Mr. Zhang and Han Mengyi.

"Lingling..."

At this moment, the phone rang. When Mr. Zhang saw the number on it, he was an unfamiliar number, and his heart suddenly moved.

He has no friends in Shayuan except Tang Jianqiang. Of course, in a strict sense, Tang Jianqiang cannot be said to be a friend. In addition, Chen Jin has the numbers of other gang leaders.

But now, in addition to these people, there are people who come to him, so Mr. Zhang has to pay attention. Especially recently, Mr. Zhang has repeatedly made enemies, and strange numbers are likely to mean that the visitor is not good.

After all, there are only a few people like Yu Menghua who come to treat the disease secretly last time.

When the answer button was turned on, a man's extremely majestic voice sounded opposite him: "Zhang Tian?"

As soon as he heard this sound, Mr. Zhang immediately confirmed his inner guess. The other party's breathing was extremely stable, and the connection between each breath was silent. Each beat was extremely long. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary person, but a master, a master similar to Shi Meng.

"Sure enough, I came to my house!" A gleam in Zhang Dashao's eyes flashed. Last time he pretended to be defeated and temporarily forced the middle-aged man wearing a mask away. It seemed that he had achieved results.

"Who are you?" Zhang Dashao did not answer the question, but indirectly admitted his identity.

"You're OK!" The other party was obviously surprised. Although he had expected that this would be the result, he still couldn't help but be surprised when he really confirmed it with his own ears.

Then, the other party immediately snorted coldly, with a hint of anger in his voice, as if his prestige had been provoked, and he said in a bad voice: "You have two tricks, and my junior brother couldn't kill you even if he did it himself, but if you think you are invincible in the world, then you are very wrong!"

"If you have something to say, say it and let it go." Young Master Zhang was lazy and listened to the other party's rhetoric here, and said impatiently, "If you talk nonsense again, I will hang up the phone. I don't have time to chat with you here."

"It's so outrageous. Boy, don't be ungrateful!" When the other party heard Mr. Zhang's words, he immediately jumped up and yelled.

“Dududu…”

Mr. Zhang directly pressed his phone to death and threw it on the table.

Before ten seconds passed, the phone rang again. Young Master Zhang looked down and saw that it was still the same number. After thinking about it, he picked it up again, pressed the answer button casually, and said straightforwardly, "I hope you don't talk nonsense this time."

"Boy, you dare to hang up my phone!"

“Dududu…”

Mr. Zhang pressed his phone to death again. Before he put it down, the phone rang continuously. Now Mr. Zhang didn't want to pay attention to the other party anymore, so he directly took a method of removing firewood from the underworld and blocked the number.

This world has become quiet.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Mr. Zhang picked up the coat placed on the sofa, greeted Han Mengyi, and wanted to continue to "work" in the wasteland. However, before leaving, he did not forget to explain to the madman in private, to be more careful and more vigilant.

After leaving the door, Mr. Zhang took a taxi directly, but instead headed towards the wasteland, he went in another direction, which was the place where his spiritual consciousness marked him.

His current purpose is to meet the other party for a while. The matter has become very obvious now, and the other party has no intention of giving up with him. Since this is the case, he might as well take the initiative to attack and kill the trouble in the cradle.

Just as I got into the car, Mr. Zhang's phone rang for the nth time. Is it another strange number that I clicked on the answer button casually, or the guy before, it seems that he had dialed n+1 times but didn't make it, and finally changed his phone.

"Boy, you have a habit!" The other party's gritting teeth came from the receiver. Even if it was a distance of more than ten or dozens of kilometers, Mr. Zhang could feel the other party's anger, the kind of anger that wanted to eat Mr. Zhang, "Be careful in the future, I will go to find you in person."

Young Master Zhang did not answer and directly pressed his phone to death, but there was a disdainful chuckling on the corner of his mouth. Do you still want to come to find me in person? I'm afraid there is no chance. Today I will go over and take you over!

According to the direction of the divine sign, Zhang Dashao guided the taxi driver all the way. After about an hour, he left the wasteland and came to a deserted place, with abandoned roads and abandoned factories, which seemed very depressed.

The driver then stopped the car slowly, turned around and asked Mr. Zhang with a vigilant look on his face.

Young Master Zhang smiled and paid the money and got off the car.

It was only one or two kilometers away from the place he marked. When he arrived here, Mr. Zhang happened to have to move forward alone. The driver hurriedly wanted to leave, which fulfilled Mr. Zhang's wishes.

The remaining kilometer was not long, but it took some time, but for Mr. Zhang, it was not that difficult. After several escape techniques, the abandoned paper mill had already appeared in his eyes.

Your own spiritual mark is inside.

Outside the paper mill, because there was no people for a long time, the weeds on both sides of the road grew extremely lush and reached the chest of Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang was wandering among the grass, silently, and no one noticed it at all.

In the security room at the front entrance of the paper mill, two or three security guards were surrounding the *** sign. Mr. Zhang was about to arrive at the door, but they had not noticed it yet.
Chapter completed!