Listening to Bathir's description, Zhang Qifan gradually gained a more vivid understanding of the entire Fortress, and some ideas gradually took shape in his heart. At this moment, Zhang Qifan suddenly felt several invisible gazes falling on him.

Zhang Qifan's mental power is very powerful, far beyond the scope of ordinary people, because his predecessor was an undead creature based on souls. Since the day he took over as commander, his strength exceeded one percent of this level, he has been able to turn passive into initiative and use his mental power to guide the strengthening of his body.

Using spirit to influence the body is a level that ordinary people cannot imagine, so Zhang Qifan's sensing ability is very keen, and he can even feel it clearly when others are gaze.

He turned his head quietly and looked in the direction where he looked at the corner of his eyes. Outside the cafe, a floating business car parked beside the road. In the one-way glass window, three strong white men pointed at him and Bathir.

The car window is electric flyer unidirectional glass. If a weak current is applied, it can turn it into one-way light transmission. You can see the outside clearly inside, but you can't see the inside clearly outside at all. Even if the lights are turned on in the car.

But that was just compared to ordinary people. Zhang Qifan’s like this is not counted. Under the constraints of mental power, his pupils produced some changes that were invisible to the naked eye. Some wavelengths that humans could not receive were reflected in his pupils.

These wavelengths penetrated the car windows and reflected on the three white men. From the face shape and the fierce expressions they showed inadvertently, it can be seen that these three men are not serious people. I didn't expect anyone to see through the one-way car window, so they pointed at Zhang Qifan and Bathir unscrupulously and communicated quickly on their mouths.

After coming to human society, Zhang Qifan was deeply shocked by the splendid civilization created by mankind. Music, painting, dance, etc. were things he had never been exposed to before, and he had never even imagined, which made him extremely curious about the whole world.

With the help of the Internet, a convenient information acquisition channel, Zhang Qifan learned many messy things, such as lips and the world of undead creatures. Without lips, they prefer to communicate directly with their souls.

Zhang Qifan's eyes fell on their lips: "The child opposite doesn't know what his identity is. Our archive does not have his information, so he should not be a person on the road."

Another white man said: "I don't know who this Battier has relied on. He has been very generous recently and often inquire about our business. Look at his attitude towards the child, he is very respectful. I guess he is a person with status."

"We're guessing here, what's the point." The third young white man, who was obviously not very patient, said impatiently: "If you catch them, you'll know nothing."

His proposal made the two companions feel a little excited. One of them said: "People with identities will not come here alone. Even if they have any background, it will not be popular here."

"But the boss just asked us to stare at Bathir to see who he contacted, and didn't let us do anything randomly." The second white man hesitated a little.

The third young white man responded unhappily: "The boss didn't tell us not to do anything. If we find the person Bathir contacts, we can just make our own judgment. What big shot can a small gangster in the airport area rely on?"

The last sentence finally touched the second white man: "Okay, get it first."

Seeing this, Zhang Qifan stood up calmly, and said to Bathil as if nothing had happened: "Don't turn your head, you've been targeted by someone, take me to the back door."

Although he had already reminded him, Bathir still glared at him suddenly, his face was extremely surprised. He subconsciously turned his head out the window and saw three white men walking out of the car door.

After seeing the three of them clearly, Bathir's face turned pale, obviously recognizing their identities. He stood up from the sofa in a panic, but hit the table in front of him. His sturdy body as big as a bull directly tilted the heavy table and made a loud noise.

When the three white men heard the sound, they looked at the window and found that they were exposed. Now they were too lazy to hide it, so they rushed across the street and ran towards the cafe.

Bathir looked at Zhang Qifan at a loss, his face full of panic. As expected, he was just a little gangster from the Airport District. Although Kong Wu looks powerful, he is completely dizzy when encountering an emergency. Such psychological quality cannot do anything big.

Zhang Qifan sighed helplessly. Compared with the immortal elites he once commanded, Bathir's quality is really bad, but except him, Zhang Qifan has no other hands to use. It seems that he should cultivate his hands as soon as possible, so as not to have time to get the need but no one can use it.

"Take me to the back door." Zhang Qifan repeated his previous words.

With a clear order, Bathir seemed to have found the backbone and nodded subconsciously and said, "Boss, come with me." After that, he took the lead in running towards the back door.

Before the two reached the back door, the door of the cafe was knocked open with a bang. Three white men rushed in with a fierce look, scaring the two waitresses in the cafe screamed. But before they could scream, the sound stopped abruptly, because the three ferocious men didn't even look at them and chased them backwards.

Running out of the back door, Zhang Qifan took a look at the remote back alley. Under the dark lights, he couldn't even see the situation dozens of meters away. There was no surveillance equipment around, which was a good place to kill and rob.

Seeing this, Zhang Qifan stopped and turned around to look at the back door.

After Bathil ran several meters, he found that Zhang Qifan had not followed. He shouted anxiously: "Boss!"

Zhang Qifan looked back at him, with no expression on his face.

This made Bathir at a loss. I don’t know why Zhang Qifan stopped because he was so scared that his legs were weak and he couldn’t run anymore? Or did he not want to run at all, but just led those people behind?

Bathir recognized the three strong white men at a glance, who were a small leader under the human trafficker Trusten. The youngest one was a mildly modified man, with his hands transformed into a bionic robotic arm, and he was very strong.

Bathil is just an ordinary human being, and he has no chance of winning when encountering such a transformed person. And he doesn't believe that Zhang Qifan has this kind of strength. Although Zhang Qifan easily knocked him down, there are three people on the other side and one transformed person.
Chapter completed!