Just seven characters, which almost scared the whistleblower to the point of peeing on the spot.

Can you resist being beaten?

You're just kidding, don't look at the fact that you claim to be the Great Demon King, and if you punch me, believe it or not, you will be lying on the ground to report to the Lord of Hell within minutes!

When the time comes, I will be reincarnated in your home, eat your food, drink your food, and spend your money.

I'll piss you and your wife off every day, causing you both to suffer from brain congestion.

Of course, the above is all his imagination.

Because other than this, the whistleblower has no room for counterattack.

Everyone thought that this guy who was comparable to the number one paparazzi was a powerful stranger who was good at hiding his whereabouts.

Otherwise, why could he get the inside information that many people don’t know?

And left a group of people helpless and helpless.

In fact, he is just an ordinary person.

The reason why he was able to obtain so much information was because he had a big backer behind him.

[King of Strange Whistleblower]: "I can't resist being beaten! I can't resist being beaten! I can't resist being beaten at all!"

After replying to the message, he immediately deleted the v-blog he had just posted.

"Jingle Bell......"

The phone rang, but someone called him.

"Hello!......"

As soon as a word came out of his mouth, a roar came from the other end of the phone.

"Are you sick? Didn't you take your medicine this morning? How dare you mess with the big devil?"

"No, uncle, listen to me, I just want to repay you..."

The whistleblower tried his best to explain, but unfortunately he was interrupted again before he finished speaking.

"Go and delete v-blog, otherwise you will die!"

Obviously the other party didn't appreciate it. He knew very well who the person named He was.

People are worried about staying at home with nothing to do, so you tie yourself up and send them to their door to relieve their boredom. What a fool.

"I deleted it!"

Hearing his nephew's words, Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, the deputy minister of the Demon City, a model of physical disability and strong will, a man worth 30 billion in this world, the only miraculous son to survive from the hands of the devil.

The first one is his title, and the last three are obviously a joke.

"Dare to break the news x, is there water in your head? Fortunately, there is no paste, delete it in time. Wait, according to your personality, it is impossible to delete it in advance." Zhang Cheng suddenly remembered that his nephew is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

, when the energy tide did not explode, I would fight with some people on major social platforms every day.

Later, strange people and strangers emerged, and with the power of the family, a new round of troubles began.

How could a person like this suddenly become sensible?

After a moment of silence, the whistle-blower king replied: "The big devil sent me a private message and asked me if I would resist being beaten."

Zhang Cheng: "..."

He took back what he had just said. There was not only water but also flour in his nephew's mind.

"Uncle, as a strong man, he shouldn't attack a weak person like me, right?"

Zhang Cheng thought for a while after hearing this, and wanted to tell his nephew not to worry, as strong men have moral integrity.

Just thinking about the image of He Xiaotian opening his mouth so much that he owed 30 billion, I really couldn't say such things against my will.

The whistleblower king heard the silence on the other side and felt regretful in his heart.

What he originally didn't want to post was to recall that Zhang Cheng was beaten up in front of a national audience and had one of his thighs removed.

A ball of flame burned in my chest, and I clicked publish as soon as my brain got hot.

As a young man, when he is impulsive, he can tell the Jade Emperor standing in front of him, "The emperor will take turns to come to my house next year."

"Don't worry, uncle will help you solve it. Please be more careful in the future."

Zhang Cheng sighed helplessly. He was still hesitant before, but now it's time to make a decision.

"uncle......"

"Dudu..."

A busy signal came from the mobile phone and Zhang Cheng hung up the phone.

Since leaving the ancient town of Xixi, he has been thinking about a question.

Do you want to be the devil's licking dog?

Roger's nickname is the foster dad, which was obviously a derogatory term some time ago.

But ever since He Xiaotian committed some earth-shattering events one after another, this nickname has obviously become a compliment.

Adopting a father and raising a father really allowed Roger to raise an ancestor-level figure.

Before the two of them returned, a large number of strange crimes were still occurring in the Magic City.

As a result, the past few days have been calm.

In addition to dealing with some evil spirits and strange cases, no strange person dares to commit any crime in the entire scavenger team.

Moreover, some illegal forces and underground gangs have gradually moved out of the Magic City.

This caused complaints from several other nearby scavenger departments.

Zhang Cheng understood who was the cause of everything.

A name that scares everyone into trembling.

"It's done! Isn't it just licking people? You surnamed Luo can lick people vigorously, how can I, Zhang Cheng, be worse?" He thought he was better than Roger, and felt that even if he started licking from scratch, he would still be able to do it.

Can come from behind.

Roger was commenting on documents in the office when he sneezed three times in a row.

"Which little brat is plotting against someone like me?"

If he knew that Deputy Minister Zhang was planning to take away his position as the number one dog licker under the Demon King's throne, he would probably immediately go to work with a machete in hand.

I have endured the humiliation and burden for so long, and you can do it just as you say?

She doesn't look very good, but she thinks she is quite beautiful.

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone on the desk rang, and Roger picked it up.

"Hey, this is Roger, the scavenger director of the Magic City. What can I do for you?"

The tone is very elegant and easy-going, making people feel like spring breeze.

This phone is specifically responsible for communicating with people above him, and whenever he calls, he usually has a higher position than him.

"Ronald, something happened..."

After a long while, Roger lowered his head with a solemn expression.

"Oh, what a miserable life I have."

After saying that, he immediately called the secretary and asked him to notify Zhang Cheng to come over.

After a while, a physically disabled person arrived.

Roger looked at Zhang Cheng and his eyelids twitched.

"With your strength, you can completely recover. Why float around like a ghost every day."

"Haha, and then let someone remove the legs?"

Zhang Cheng is eyeing Roger's position and his reputation as the number one dog licker, so naturally he won't look good on him.

"Forget it, this is your freedom. I will take people to Fu City immediately. If you can't come back, you should become a minister again."

"?!"

Vice Minister Zhang was confused when he heard this.

How come you are talking like a Tuogu? Do you think Uncle Liu Huang is here?

Besides, I am not Zhuge Kongming.

"Fuku City? Happened..."

Roger waved his hand to signal him not to ask.

"Confidential, no comment. Also, if you want to have a good time in the magic city, listen to my advice and ask for more. As long as he is here, no storms will arise, so you have nothing to worry about."
To be continued...