The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans [QT] (part 2)

Chapter 218

Fortunately, although Xie Quan is a gambler, there is still hot water at home. After turning on the water heater, Ling Chunan realized that he had not taken out his clothes. When he came out, he glanced at the mirror and took a step back.

He pulled a head of exaggerated green hair that was long to his neck, "Is this a fashion?"

098: "Replying to the host, this hairstyle is quite popular now." According to the original description, it seems that the original owner's friends are similar, with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. It can be said that they are very killer.

Ling Chunan: "..."

After taking a shower, Ling Chunan found a set of clothes that the original owner had not started to be non-mainstream a year ago and put them on. He pulled up the short sleeves, dug out a dozen coins from the piggy bank that the owner had long forgotten, and went out.

"Host, what are you going to do now?" 098 asked. Didn't you say you were going to sleep just now?

"I can't sleep, go get a haircut." Ling Chunan smiled and tossed the coins in his hand.

"A dozen yuan is not enough." 098 said.

Ling Chunan did not answer 098's question and walked out of the old residential area slowly. He met many people on the way, and they all avoided him with an expression as if they saw a poisonous insect. The only one who did not avoid him was a blind man.

This shows how well-known the original owner was in the hearts of the nearby residents.

Ling Chunan did not mind the eyes of these people. He walked through the alley behind the residential area as if nothing had happened and entered a busy street... the game hall next to it.

At this time, the game hall was full of people and filled with the smell of low-quality cigarettes. All kinds of bad boys were cursing while playing games. The owner of the game hall was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a cigarette in his mouth, staring at his old computer to check the stock market. The screen was full of green.

Ling Chunan glanced at the computer screen, "Boss Cao, change me 16 game coins."

The boss waved his hand impatiently, "Change it yourself."

Ling Chunan easily exchanged a dozen coins for game coins at the counter. The background of this world is about 20 years ahead of Ling Chunan's original world. A kind of gambling machine is very popular in the game hall, commonly known as the slot machine. There is only one key to operate it. The last box that lights up will have a certain amount of game coins falling out. It is quite random and simple, but because the rewards on it look quite generous, even if they know that most of them are just throwing money, many people are still willing to try their luck.

At this time, the red-haired boy in front of Ling Chunan had lost all his money and was slapping the slot machine in frustration.

Ling Chunan stood there for two seconds, then reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder.

The red-haired guy was furious, "Damn it! Are you looking for death? I dare to pat you..." When he said this, he suddenly saw Ling Chunan, and quickly swallowed the word "grandfather" and laughed dryly, "Yan, Brother Yan, you come to play games too."

"My uncle?" Ling Chunan smiled.

"No, no, my uncle, my uncle." The red-haired guy quickly changed his words, "Brother Yan, please, Brother Yan, please."

Except for the few who were familiar with Xie Ziyan, the local hooligans usually kept a distance from him. Although Xie Ziyan was not very strong, and even relatively thin, he was famous for fighting without regard for his life.