A handful of powder is sprinkled into a wine glass, then rinsed with cold boiled water.

Zhao Yi watched as the juice he ordered gradually took shape in Cooper's hands.

Shake slightly to allow the instant juice to blend perfectly into the cold boiled water, then add several pieces of ice for cooling.

A glass of juice was delivered to Zhao Yi, while Cooper continued to make other small things.

Soon, a plate of potato salad and a chicken roll were handed over to Zhao Yi.

After paying the money, Zhao Yi walked back to his position, and Fucalo happily took the chicken roll handed by Zhao Yi, unwrapped the oil paper, and babbled the still hot chicken roll into his mouth.

The pressure of the tough battle in New Folsen quickly faded. Watching Fucalo gobble up, even the pain of losing many of his comrades was diluted a lot.

Taikes set his sights on Zhao Yi.

Truth be told, he's so keen on getting into trouble that he's never looked down on this skinny, short, chirping guy. And Jimmy also said that this guy also killed a ghost?

Good luck for sure!

Tykes, who hated the little man in his heart, was determined to give him some trouble, and of course, it had to do with the fact that he had nothing to do and didn't pick up a record like a ghost when he went to war.

With a cigar in his mouth, Tykes spun around the thick black stick in his mouth, and then sat down beside Foccarlot with a ruffian face, his metal fingers reaching into the potato salad.

He deftly manipulated the fingers of the battle armor, sandwiching the soft, glutinous potatoes between his fingers. And then it was sent into the mouth.

Against Zhao Yi's helpless gaze.

"Oh! Potato salad, good tasty. Tykes' dirty, smoke-filled fingers continued to pick up the potato wedges.

Fucalo had a mouth full of chicken rolls, looked at the potato salad that had been eaten by the big Tykes, and then looked at Zhao Yi.

It feels like Tykes is here to find him, and Fucalo is just innocent of lying guns.

"Focalo, go back and rest when you're full, you've worked hard in the battle of New Folsom."

Fucalo swallowed the chicken roll into her stomach in two bites, and then she looked at the big blue can of Tykes, and also at Zhao Yi who was staring at the juice in the cup. After struggling for a few seconds, he quietly left.

"Hiss~~"

Tykes took a sharp puff of his cigar, and the cigar that had been smoky all the time was so white that all the white smoke poured into his mouth and lungs. Soon, Tykes, who was taking a deep puff of cigarette, had an ugly look on his face.

For a moment, he coughed violently at Zhao Yi. The smoke that existed in his lungs coughed into Zhao Yi's body.

Zhao Yi resisted the urge to kill, picked up the juice in his hand, and tried to suppress the tremor in his heart with a lot of delicious juice.

The juice also had a strong smell of smoke.

- Hey! Jim Reno! Can I help you break this bastard in advance? Don't thank me!

Zhao Yi, who roared in his heart, did not let his dissatisfaction show, because he was not the protagonist in the traditional sense, and he had the ability and temper to slap his face and beat him back if others provoked him. Secondly - Tykes is just too big.

Based on reality, everything proceeds from reality.

Zhao Yi was silent.

"I heard you killed a ghost? This kind of magical ghost thing is not your average hard thing to do...... Did you kick his dick and then take the opportunity...... Hey hey ......"

Zhao Yi remained silent about Tykes.

- Coward.

Tykes thought to himself, he took another puff of his cigarette, and soon, he thought of a way to provoke him.

The smoke from the burning cigar gathered in his mouth, brewed for a while, and then pretended to blow at Zhao Yi casually.

Anger, impulsiveness. Zhao Yi suppressed the insult of this ruffian big man, and forcibly held back the urge to kill.

"Wow, Mr. Finley, so you're here too." An unfamiliar voice came to mind, and in order to divert the anger in his heart, Zhao Yi hurriedly turned his head in the direction where the voice came from.

His hair was wrapped in big braids and hung haphazardly over his shoulders, and his thick beard was tied up with a small leather band. Black skin, thick lips, bulging muscles, and a strong suit.

Such a familiar image, if Zhao Yi is not mistaken, then this person who suddenly interrupted is the leader of the ghost agents, Tosh.

I saw him playing with a rough black rag doll that was randomly knitted in his hand.

"The guy who plays with the rag dolls." Tykes's tone was filled with dissatisfaction with the interruption, as well as with Tosh himself.

"How many drinks would you like to come over too?" Tosh didn't seem to hear Tykes' complaints, all he said was friendliness.

"No!" Tykes stood up, "I'm here to cut my hair."

After Tarches sneered at Tosh's unusual hairstyle on a ship, he disappeared from the eyes of the two of them.

Well, reality tells Zhao Yi that this world is really one thing and one thing.

"Hello, Tosh."

After calming down the irritability brought by Tykes a little, Zhao Yi took the initiative to say hello to Tosh, who helped him out of the siege. And Tosh, who sat down and sat opposite Zhao Yi, returned with the same friendliness.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao Yi."

Suddenly, Zhao Yi had a sense of warmth, because everything he did was affirmed.

"Mr. Zhao Yi, I believe you also know my identity. I am the leader of the group of ghosts. Tosh's pale eyes stared at the table: "A ghost under my hand told me, Mr. Zhao Yi, you killed a ghost - with all due respect, it is a wild talk that ordinary people without psychic abilities can kill a ghost."

"If it's convenient, can you tell me how you did it?"

Since you helped me out of the siege, since I want to know, it is not difficult to tell you.

Zhao Yi closed his mouth and brewed a speech in his chest a little. Soon, Zhao Yi spoke:

"Here, read my thoughts."

For a moment, Tosh spread his hands in surprise, and soon, he did so.

Zhao Yi stared into Tosh's eyes, and Tosh's powerful psionic energy quickly read Zhao Yi's thoughts.

- He'll pull out an EMP grenade later.

The moment Tosh read Zhao Yi's thoughts, Zhao Yi took action. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bullet.

How can it be! Tosh suddenly wondered if Zhao Yi was wearing any equipment that could resist the ghost's mind reading, and he read it again quickly, his eyes staring at Zhao Yi's eyes.

Zhao Yi's eyes kept staring at Tosh, and Tosh also read Zhao Yi's next thought.

- He will pull out a grenade.

Read Zhao Yi's thoughts clearly and clearly, but what Zhao took out made Tosh messy again.

It's another bullet.