One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Seven: Take the Boss to the Club

The other party thinks that your car is so wide that it blocks the road and makes you walk very slowly. It’s good if I didn’t hit you to death. You won’t lose any money if you live or die.

"boom!"

As everyone screamed, Yan Wan put away his gun and waved his hands with an impatient look on his face: "Get out of my way and make way for me. Go aside and start the quarrel. I have something else to do."

"Boy, a gun is great, I..."

boom!

Yan Wan turned around, got on his horse, stepped over the body, and left a faint message: "Sorry, having a gun is great. Being able to shoot accurately is even more amazing."

Rushing is a boring, boring, and boring thing.

Especially... in this script world without internet, mobile phones, or wifi. Fortunately, there is a little loli named Jenny on the way, who can chat with her when there is nothing to do, which can relieve some boredom.

"Close your eyes."

Yan Wan stuffed a candy into her mouth, covered her eyes, raised his hand and shot her.

The sound of gunshots echoed throughout the countryside.

A corpse with its head exploded and spurting blood emerged from behind the tree and gradually fell to the ground. What followed was a hail of gunfire.

Ten seconds later. Yan Wang flicked the red-hot pistol, clamped it into the horse's belly, and left quickly.

After twenty days of traveling, Yan Wan did not go to the headquarters to report first. Instead, he turned to the Holy See and met with Matthew.

After not seeing each other for several years, Matthew's desire to bring Yan Wan into the Holy See became more and more urgent. Yan Wan wanted to leave an escape route, so the two old foxes naturally chatted happily.

All they have to do is become sworn brothers.

Near evening, Yan Wan walked out of the tavern drunk. Jenny had been entrusted to Matthew. Once the wolf blood poison in her body was removed, the other party would be responsible for sending Jenny back.

Yan Wan still needs to stay at the headquarters for a long time. The senior exorcist has a very important position in the union.

There are not even a hundred senior exorcists in the entire union. But for mid-level exorcists, it's in the thousands...that's the gap.

The main reason is that the war between the warlocks and the Holy See broke out decades ago, which caused the strength of the exorcism union to weaken a lot. Of course, the Holy See was also uncomfortable and suffered even more heavy losses.

"City of Hope, what a good name it is." Yan Wan muttered, wandering to the union headquarters to report.

"Hello, could you please come over..."

"Snapped!"

Yan Wan put the badge on the counter and said calmly: "I'm here to change the badge, verify the information, and some things needed to be promoted to a senior exorcist."

"..." The silver-haired young lady looked at him in confusion. It took a while before she came to her senses, apologized profusely, and went upstairs with her badge.

She really didn't expect that the senior exorcist promoted this time would be so young and looked to be less than thirty. Could it be that this person is a second-generation boss with a background like John, or a warlock?

Because of their own talents, warlocks are generally better than ordinary exorcists, so it is easier to pass the exam and become a high-level exorcist.

After a while, the young lady came down and asked Yan Wan to go to the second floor to meet someone.

"President" he asked casually.

The young lady pretended to be mysterious and just asked Yan Wan to go up and see for himself.

The wooden stairs carried his weight, groaning under the weight and creaking for a long time.

Yan Wan came to the second floor and knocked on the door at the end.

"Please come in."

Yan Wan opened the door as he was told and strode in. He raised his eyes and landed on the greasy middle-aged man behind the table. What made him most surprised was... this guy was holding a cup in his hand.

There was a layer of red stuff floating on the surface of the tea.

The greasy uncle noticed his gaze, looked down, smiled and said, "wolfberry."

This word, translated into Chinese, is wolfberry.

"" The corner of Yan Wang's mouth twitched, and he sat across from him, with a widely circulated saying popping up in his head: When middle-aged people have no choice but to soak wolfberry in a thermos cup.

Could it be that an exorcist with an inhuman constitution could also suffer from kidney deficiency?

In other words, this guy has more experience than me

Yan Wan showed a look of astonishment, with the expression of a fellow-traveler.

"..." The greasy uncle's smile froze, he put down his cup, coughed a few times and said, "Hello, my name is Stephen. You are welcome to pass the assessment and become an official senior exorcist."

"Yeah." Yan Wan nodded.

"Regarding your arrangements, after discussion at the headquarters, we have three rough options." Stephen raised three fingers and said one by one.

"The first is to open up a new branch like Thor. The second is to stay at the headquarters. Because of Sean's sacrifice, the headquarters' power is temporarily lacking. The third is to return to Green City and join Reina Division residing there.”

Yan Wan asked with some confusion: "There are at least a dozen senior exorcists in the headquarters. Without Sean, how come they are not strong enough?"

"It's because of Sean."

Stephen smiled bitterly and whispered: "His wife is a warlock, you should know this. She believes that the deaths of John and Sean were largely due to you.

She has always been opposed to your assessment for promotion. And she had a good relationship with the other warlocks, so there were differences. "

A bold idea emerged in Yan Wan's heart: "Did they withdraw from the union?"

"No, of course not."

Stephen laughed and shook his head: "It's just a temporary cold war. I guess they will calm down after a while. Well... If you want to stay at the headquarters, a warlock will be sent over here to share Reina's pressure."

"Based on the facts, it seems that this president is not a so-called conciliator, he is just pretending to be like him." Yan Huan muttered in his heart, vaguely having an idea.

He stretched out his hand to Stephen with a normal expression: "If you don't mind, I can stay at the headquarters. I still have a lot to learn and understand."

Obviously, Yan Wan's performance made Stephen very satisfied. He stretched out his hand and shook it tightly: "Haha, there are not many young people as humble as you nowadays."

Yan Wan stood up and said: "President, thank you. I still need to learn more from you."

Suddenly, he leaned over to the president's ear and whispered softly: "President, the City of Hope is so big, you know this place..."

"Ahem, you've just come here, so you're definitely not familiar with it." Stephen coughed hard a few times and said in a serious voice, "Well, let's find a place to have a meal tonight, and I'll explain the situation to you."

"Thank you, President." Yan Wan nodded solemnly.

After one hour.

The two of them were enjoying themselves in the hot spring pool, with several fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged ladies massaging them meticulously until...

——

The next day.

Yan Wan crawled out from the pile of pink arms, put on his clothes, and strode out of the room.

As the saying goes, the four irons...

Through this friendly meeting, Yan Wang succeeded in getting closer to President Stephen.