Chapter 941 Gift

The cheongsam woman stood up and sent Zhang Heng out of the screening room and all the way to the corridor.

The door to VIP Hall 6 at the end also opened at this time, but the person who walked out first was not Old Man Geng, but a middle-aged man about forty years old. He was not particularly tall, only about 1.7 meters tall. , half a head shorter than Zhang Heng, but he is definitely not the kind of person you would ignore because of his height.

Whether it's the long scar on his face or the two missing fingers on his right hand, they all tell the various stories he has experienced. And unlike others, today, when mechanical prostheses have become extremely advanced, He still retains his physical flaws.

If it were an ordinary person, it might be because he had no money to replace his prosthetic limbs, but Zhang Heng had already guessed the identity of the other party. As the uncrowned king of the first layer of space, he obviously did not have any financial worries.

And when Zhang Heng was sizing up the short man across from him, the latter was also sizing him up.

When he saw the cheongsam girl and Zhang Heng coming out of the screening room together, he seemed a little surprised, but he quickly thought of something, took the initiative to reach out his hand, and said with a smile, "Ah, you are the bodyguard, I am The owner here, everyone calls me Mr. G."

Zhang Heng shook hands with Mr. G.

At this time, Old Man Geng also walked out from behind. He no longer felt nervous as before, muttering, "I suffered a big loss this time. If I had known that you and your people were so polite, I won’t spend a lot of money on any bodyguards.”

Mr. G was noncommittal after hearing this, "Danger will never come when you are ready, and the meaning of the existence of bodyguards is not just to provide help when danger occurs. Their existence itself can eliminate many dangers. It can be seen that The bodyguard you hired is a very capable person, and I can guarantee that no matter how much money you spend hiring him, you will not suffer any loss."

"Him?" Old Man Geng said angrily, "It may be okay to deal with the two stupid students on the third floor, but if your people don't show up in time, we might be robbed by those gangsters in front of the station."

"Oh, it seems I haven't introduced you yet." Mr. G stretched out a hand, and the cheongsam woman put her still intact hand into his.

"The person who picked you up here is called F. She is my fiancée, but she doesn't like to introduce herself very much, so I will do this part for you. Mr. G and Miss F, I guess we two weirdos are a good match. "Yes." Mr. G joked.

"Are you engaged? Congratulations, you two are truly a match made in heaven." Old man Geng said this, but he didn't agree with it in his heart. Although Mr. G is a bit short in height, he does not rely on his height to chase women. As the actual ruler of the first floor, there is no shortage of women around him. There is no beautiful woman in his position. Although Miss F is outstanding in temperament, she is still a little inferior in appearance.

Since ancient times, heroes have been matched with beauties. There is nothing wrong with Mr. G being a hero, but there is something wrong with being a beauty like Miss F.

But seeing that the two parties involved seemed to be quite satisfied with their significant other, Old Man Geng would naturally not worry about giving advice to others on their relationship issues. He glanced at Zhang Heng who was standing aside and said, "Let's go, don't you?" Are you still in a hurry to go home?"

"Then I'll ask F to take you to the station." Mr. G said.

"No, no, although I'm old, I'm not so old that I can't even remember the way. We can just go back by ourselves, so you and your wife don't have to worry about it."

Old Man Geng was already walking towards the security door as he spoke, but just when Zhang Heng was about to follow, he heard the cheongsam woman say again, "Wait a minute, I have a gift for you."

Old man Geng in front stopped when he heard this and looked flattered. "You don't have to be so polite. I'm just a middleman responsible for pulling strings."

"I'm not talking about you." Miss F looked at Zhang Heng and repeated, "I have a gift for you."

Zhang Heng looked at Mr. G aside, who shrugged, "You'd better accept her gift, because no one here, including me, can refuse her."

However, Zhang Heng nodded afterwards not because of Mr. G's half-threatening and half-joking words, but because of the faint kindness he felt from Miss F when he was in the screening room.

After saying this, Miss F turned and walked to another room. After a while, she came out of the room and put the thing in her hand into Zhang Heng's hand, "Here you go."

Mr. G raised his eyebrows, "Oh, golden hamster, this little thing is quite cute, isn't it? It's easy to keep as a pet. It doesn't take up much space. You just need to feed it some food."

Old Man Geng is a little confused. He doesn't know what Miss F's gift means. The emperor across from him is also a first-level emperor. He probably has a lot of rare weapons, mechanical prostheses and so on. Even if he can't bear to give these things away, just give him some credits. It was more in line with their identities, but in the end, a hamster was brought out? But Zhang Heng doesn’t look like someone who likes raising small animals.

Zhang Heng was also a little surprised, but he still took the mouse cage from Miss F and said at the same time, "Thank you."

Then Miss F stopped talking and stood quietly next to Mr. G. Zhang Heng also carried the newly acquired hamster and caught up with Old Man Geng in front of him. The two of them were two big men at the safety gate. The bodyguard took off the shielding bracelet he was wearing, handed it back to the person opposite, and then walked downstairs along the iron staircase.

When he arrived outside the theater, Old Man Geng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to be in a good mood. He was no longer obsessed with paying Zhang Heng ten shellac records "in vain" and even suggested that he find a store nearby. We had a drink somewhere, but then gave up the idea and decided to return to the third floor early.

Of course, Zhang Heng had no objection to this, so the two of them walked towards the central shuttle station along the way they came.

It's now past the rush hour for get off work, and there are fewer people on the road.

The two of them walked through a quiet street. Old Man Geng was still complaining that the moon on the first floor was too perfunctory. However, at this moment, Zhang Heng suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to stop Old Man Geng.

"What?" Old Man Geng still looked a little confused.

Zhang Heng, however, had already spoken again and asked, "What are the consequences of killing people on the first floor?"

"Consequences? What do you mean, who are you going to kill?" As a result, before he finished speaking, he saw two teenagers who were skateboarding not far away. They suddenly stopped the skateboard at their feet, and then reached into his pocket and took it out. He picked up a pistol and walked towards the two men.

"Are they coming for me?" When Old Geng saw this, the hairs all over his body stood up.

"Otherwise, could it be that you are here to find me?" Zhang Heng said lightly.