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Shi Wenyan was full of fighting spirit and successfully aroused Mike's interest.However, what interested Mike was neither his fighting spirit nor his fighting ability.

It is the Qi used in the so-called "immortal arts".

Mike has always felt that the so-called human application of energy can be strong or weak, and the effects are very different, but they are essentially the same, even in different time and space, and different universes.

Just like Shi Wenyan in front of him, his Qi and Chakra are very, very similar.

Of course, based on the amount of chakra, Shi Fumihiko is probably only at the genin level - here, genin refers to normal genin, specifically excluding special cases such as Uzumaki Naruto, Matt Dai, and Maruboshi Kosuke.

Mike rolled his wrist.

There are six more kunai between the fingers of both hands.

brush!

throw it out.

Two attack the body, while the remaining four block the hiding space.

From the perspective of the Monkey King: the technique is exquisite.

Facing the attack, Shi Wenyan remained calm and used his hands to explore and draw, creating a pulling force in the air, causing all the kunai's heads to deviate wildly.

Shoot a lonely.

"Neither the Nine-Headed Dragon nor I will be defeated by such a move!" Shi Wenyan said solemnly: "Show your true ability!"

"You're in a hurry to go back for a late-night snack, are you in such a hurry?" Speaking of late-night snacks, Mike was a little greedy, "Okay, let's try something new."

The so-called "murderous aura" is not just a human illusion.Even in a world without supernatural powers, murderous intent still exists, but sometimes it is not obvious.

For example, there is someone around you who is dressed elegantly and speaks elegantly, but you subconsciously want to stay away from him.When alone, I get goosebumps all over my body and my hair stands on end.At this point, you'd better trust your instincts.

For example, some people can always identify people who are engaged in butchering from the crowd at a glance.

Whether it is "metaphysics" or not is a matter of opinion.

Shi Wenyan saw that Mike suddenly became quiet, with a shadow covering his body.

"Lighting problem?"

Shi Wenyan was confused, but the surrounding lights were obviously normal.

Next he felt the air thicken.

irritable.

Extremely irritable.

He wanted to pull his hair.

He wanted to yell.

He... even felt that it would be better to die.

The world is not worth it.

When he looked directly at Mike again, Mike turned into a dark monster with a grinning mouth full of sharp teeth and scarlet eyes.

The monster approached him step by step.

"what!!!"

Shi Wenyan danced with joy.

Then he awkwardly found himself lying on the bed next to the Director, the Weather Witch, and the Monkey King.

The director's expression is too serious, isn't it?

Shi Wenyan quickly checked his body and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there were no missing arms or legs.

Looking at the angry expressions of the Weather Witch and the Monkey King, Shi Wenyan's heart rose again, and he raised his anus by the way, hoping it wouldn't hurt.

Fortunately, it doesn't hurt.

Then why is the director so serious and the two seniors look angry?

Where's Mike?

Zheng Xian saw Shi Wenyan's reaction in his eyes and lamented in his heart: "When I was in Penglai, I was such an innocent child. I had only been out of the mountain for less than half a year. Where did I learn such strange knowledge?"

"Hmph, it must be a new book by the author called 'I Don't Want Sugar'. The pen name is not serious - I don't even want sugar. What do you want, honey? I drive and speed from time to time. It was reviewed three times before it was put on the shelves! Alas, once Two genius chapters... Why don't you give some recommendations and monthly votes, ahem, I don't want to read it myself, so I urge Gouzi to write it faster, finish it as soon as possible, and save this innocent little boy Xiao Shi."

"Director? Director!" Seeing that the director was distracted, Shi Wenyan thought to himself, "Could something have gone terribly wrong?"

"Ahem, cough." Zheng Xian came back to his senses, his eyes were wise, and there was no trace of speeding while thinking, "Xiao Shi, what happened? You just finished speaking, and Mike didn't do anything. In less than a second, snap You fell down."

"Ah!" Shi Wenyan was stunned.

Less than a second?

It feels like more than 1 minute, right?

Shi Wenyan spoke out without reservation what he saw, heard, and thought.

After pondering for a moment, Zheng Xian patted Shi Wenyan on the shoulder: "It must have been a precise mental attack after the flaw was exposed."

As onlookers at close range, the three people in the audience did not notice anything strange about Mike, which showed that he controlled it very well and had no excess mental energy to escape.

"Xiao Shi, don't be discouraged."

"Yes."

"have a good rest."

"Ah."

After saying that, Zheng Xian clasped his hands behind his back and left slowly. The aura of a veteran cadre was completely different from the previous capable one.

The weather witch said angrily: "We obviously lost the bet, but even if we canceled the game under the banner of illegal gambling, we even confiscated the gambling funds. Director, are you ashamed of yourself? The director is amazing."

The Monkey King sighed: "The Director is amazing..."

Shi Wenyan finally knew why the two of them looked angry.

"Where's Mike?" Shi Wenyan asked.

"He's leaving. He said he had exercised and needed to replenish energy and went to have a late-night snack." The weather witch replied.

Shi Wenyan: "..."

Throw a kunai and launch a mental attack. Is this called exercise?He obviously just wanted to eat, so he made a random excuse.

The Monkey King complained: "If he likes to eat so much, I might as well make a Man-Han banquet and suffocate him to death. This way, the top management won't have to worry."

According to online recommendations, Mike came to a tea restaurant called "Tim Ho Wan", a cheap restaurant with one Michelin star.

I ordered [Puff Pastry Baked BBQ Pork Buns], [Old Method Glutinous Rice Chicken], [Scallop Enoki Mushrooms and Bean Curd Rolls], [Pork Shaomai], [Steamed Pork Ribs with Black Bean Sauce], and [Chicken Shredded Spring Rolls].

The waiter kindly reminded me that the portions of their restaurant's meals are large and one person cannot eat that much.

Mike smiled and said that he was a huge eater, even though he was served.

Mike's sex act seduces people and alerts the restaurant owner.

"Wow, these things are so good, so delicious that I can't help but lick them." Mike said something in Cantonese, and he was happy that the boss made the decision on the spot and gave him a [-]% discount.

Mike repeatedly handed over.

The corners of the mouth of the Divine Spear Bureau employee who followed him twitched.

You don't have to pay anyway.

In addition to tea restaurants, I happened to be in Sham Shui Po and visited Apliu Street.

Passing through an alley, a young lady dressed in cool clothes was very "rude".

Hit someone with the ball!

Then invite Mike to come up and sit.

Mike declined.

The staff of the Divine Spear Bureau in the back are almost crying, okay?

What if Mike really goes up there?

Help pay the service fee afterwards?

If he really does this, if word spreads about the fact that the Divine Spear Bureau helps people pay [female tickets], his colleagues will be able to use it to make fun of him for 100 years, and the director will have to transfer him to clean toilets until he retires.

Just as the staff of the Divine Spear Bureau breathed a sigh of relief, Mike hailed a taxi: "Yau Ma Tei, Lan Kwai Fong."

Just when the staff of the Spear Bureau thought that Mike was trying to seduce someone, the latter left Lan Kwai Fong instead.

It's not interesting, just a bunch of crooked nuts, and a female white-collar worker who looks like she has a "Meitesi stick smell".

It’s better to go shopping in Temple Street, it’s in Yau Ma Tei anyway.

"So...he won't go back to the Peninsula Hotel." Near midnight, Zheng Xian received a call from his subordinate, "Where does he live? What is he doing?"

"Regal Airport Hotel, eighty points."

Regal Airport Hotel Zheng Xian knows that it is near the Guangdong-Hong Kong International Airport, but what the hell is an eighty-point score?

Then the phone vibrates.

Received a picture.

Mike chatted and laughed with three Latin beauties.

The corners of Zheng Xian's mouth twitched.

God gives it an eighty.