Sitting in the car and enjoying the retreating pedestrians and scenery outside the window, Zhang Cheng suddenly asked without warning, "patty, you used to be a lord in Brooklyn, right? Can you tell me what the Lord needs to do on weekdays? What does he rely on to earn gold dinars?"

"Why, is there anything you don\'t know about the omnipotent?" * * the Banshee sneered and sarcastically while driving.

"Answer my question positively, madam, unless you intend me to ask in another way." Zhang Cheng completely ignored the other party\'s provocative attitude and directly threatened.

As the master of control, as long as he is willing or even able to let the other party take off his clothes in the street, kneel down and lick his toes, make all kinds of red faced actions, and even give orders to commit suicide, he will not hesitate to do so.

There was no need for him to be angry about such a thing that he didn\'t know whether it was a man or a magical object.

Patty was undoubtedly very clear about this. He immediately put away the sarcasm on his face and explained without looking back: "the so-called Lord is actually a little similar to the leader of the guild."

"Gang boss?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes! You should understand that the underground world is dominated by guys with various supernatural forces. Some of them are eccentric, some are unruly, and their hearts are full of strong desires. Money, power, beautiful women or handsome men, in short, there are many desires that normal humans should have. What\'s more, they can use their own power Liang easily escaped the prosecution of the judiciary. If it was you, what would you do to make them honest? "Patty asked expressionless.

Zhang Cheng touched his chin and soon showed a thoughtful expression: "well, I see. As a lord, he must show absolute overwhelming power to make every underground world resident in his jurisdiction clearly realize that breaking the rules is equivalent to death. What about the tax money? Don\'t tell me that the tax is collected according to the head."

"That\'s right! The tax is collected according to the head! Every underground world resident living in your jurisdiction must hand in 15% of his income on time every month, whether in gold dinars or US dollars. Some lords even control the criminal organizations in your jurisdiction and let them become themselves and continuously earn profits. Of course, the premise is that the secrets of the underground world must not be exposed Secret, or the cleaners will go out and secretly clean up all the ordinary people involved. In short, you just need to find a better accountant to get everything done. "

After a long time of abstinence, Patty gradually became a little chatty and talked about her experience in managing the territory.

Although she hated the young people sitting in the back seat in her heart, she suddenly had an inexplicable sense of dependence.

"Sounds like fun! Turn around the front of the car. I\'ve changed my mind not to go home now and go to the territory assigned to me by the parliament." Zhang Cheng raised his mouth and showed an interested smile.

"Trust me, you won\'t be disappointed in that territory. As far as I know, it\'s the richest place in Brooklyn..."

With these meaningful words, Patty completely ignored the traffic rules, made a sharp turn from one side of the highway to the other side, followed by a wink at the male drivers in the nearby car, and sped away under the stunned gaze of the other party.

"God! I seem to see an angel!" exclaimed the middle-aged truck driver with a big belly.

"Angel? No! Paul! That\'s not an angel! It\'s a devil! The devil that lures mortals to fall in hell! Damn it! I really want to fight with her! Even if the price is hell!" another middle-aged man in the co pilot position bit the hamburger in his hand and retorted.

From his lustful eyes and bulging crotch, it is not difficult to see that he regarded 100% hamburger as a plump fat mass protruding from a woman\'s chest.

"Falk! How dare you defile the pure angel! I\'ll kill you!" the truck driver crazily grabbed his companion\'s neck.

The latter refused to be outdone, threw away the half eaten hamburger, stuck the other party\'s neck and roared, "idiot! I told you it was a devil! It\'s not an angel!"

"She is an angel!"

"No! She\'s a demon!"

With the fierce quarrel and scuffle, they quickly rolled from the car to the highway, and neither of them would give way.

They did not realize that their over excited mood was actually affected by the powerful magical power of the * * Banshee.

……

For about 20 minutes, the car slowly drove into a relatively prosperous area.

A variety of small shops can be seen on both sides of the road, including popular bars, nightclubs and strip clubs, as well as supermarkets selling fast food, desserts, daily necessities and toys.

Anyway, unlike most Brooklyn, which is either a clean and tidy gathering place for the rich or a dirty gathering area for the poor, it is full of an indescribable sense of complexity.

On the street, we can see not only ragged tramps begging, but also street artists showing off their performance art. Not far away, there are scenes of young drug traffickers living in harmony with the patrol police.

Patty seemed to know the place very well. After a while, she stopped at the door of a fitness club called "mysterious hill".

"Here we are!"

"Here we are?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the strong men and women sweating heartily in the transparent glass window, and his mouth twitched slightly.

He never dreamed that his stronghold would be a fitness club.

According to the provisions of the parliament, every territory will have a business place to cover up the truth, perhaps a restaurant, a bar, a nightclub, an antique shop and a pawnshop.

Generally speaking, the ownership of these places belongs to the New York sub parliament, but when there is a lord, it will become the Lord\'s private property until the Lord dies or is deprived of his title because of a big mistake.

Obviously, the secret stronghold of Zhang Cheng\'s territory is the health club full of trouble in front of his family.

"Go to the second floor and find a woman named Fitz. She will guide you through the handover procedures. In addition, I won\'t accompany you in unless you want to see blood on your first day in office." * * the Banshee stroked her long blond hair and hinted.

Pay attention to the observation and you will find that Patty\'s hand holding the steering wheel has been shaking slightly. Only when she is nervous or excited will she make a similar move.

"Have you had a holiday with the people here?" Zhang Cheng asked with some uncertainty.

"No, it\'s not a holiday, it\'s hatred. You know, I once sucked Fitz\'s first boyfriend, so she couldn\'t help attacking as soon as she saw me."

"Oh, well, you\'ve really done a lot of stupid things. Now I understand that you\'re looking for yourself to become what you are today..."