Three days is not a short time, nor is it a long time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But Sean used these three days to carry out the planned exercise, running to school in the morning, concentrating on practicing the mental power scanning and emotional perception that he had just discovered, but this kind of exercise was really tortured on the high school campus, for this group of classmates who had been in the classroom for more than two years, Sean was disgusted, and he simply didn't want to be with them.

This group of young men and women, the emotions affected by hormones are so pure, of course, they are pure*** Although not all of them are like this, this is still the majority.

When he returned home from school, Sean continued to exercise his telekinesis, and he also found that whether it was simply using invisible telekinesis or condensing telekinesis into substance, it was greatly enhanced after his exercise, which also gave him a lot of wonderful ideas in his heart, but he couldn't do it with his current ability.

But for the first time, he finally broke off the ground and floated with his telekinesis, and although it required extreme concentration at his weight, it was an indescribable joy that what had once been a dream had become a reality.

And in these three days, it is worth mentioning that after experiencing an extremely embarrassing peek at the bottom of the skirt, Worm and Gwen Stacy, a well-known school girl and a top student, actually began to have some ambiguity, although the reason why the two of them chatted together was that Sean didn't understand biology at all, but the pink breath between them was clearly visible under Sean's ability, and it was clearly the disgusting sour smell of love!

After another full day of torture today, Sean jogged home and was sweating again.

Losing weight is a matter that requires perseverance, and his ability has been greatly developed in three days, but his body shape has not changed, maybe he has lost some weight, but he can't see it faintly, but now Sean is not in the mood to continue to entangle his chubby body, because, today is already the thirtieth.

Greeting the neighbors as usual, Sean returned home and took a shower, washed off the hot sweat, then ate some fried rice left over from noon, changed into the wide hoodie he wore before, and only quietly walked out of the apartment again when night fell.

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Compared with Sean's full and smooth three days, Old Joe spent every day in fear, but until today, that person has not appeared again.

His small shop is very famous here in the second-hand market, so there are many customers every day, and it is naturally the same today, but Lao Qiao sent customers out of the small shop in advance and closed the store in advance.

Because today is a special day, the day of the Stanton Gang's rally.

After getting dressed neatly, Lao Qiao looked at the address sent in the text message on his mobile phone and prepared to go out.

It's just that just when he was about to step out of the door, his footsteps suddenly couldn't stop, and then the whole person flew directly out of the inside and into the small shop.

Under this strange situation, Lao Qiao opened his mouth and was about to call for help, but as if he felt what he was thinking, an invisible energy suddenly blocked his mouth, making his voice stuck in his throat and unable to spit out

After a moment, Old Joe reacted, and the man who had obviously worried him for three days was back here again.

"Is that today?" Sean closed the window, his voice disguised as low and deep.

Old Joe was dragged directly into the house by the telekinesis, and then Sean stretched out his hand to shake it, and the invisible telekinesis turned into substance, directly freezing it in place.

Because the lights were not turned on, the room was still dim, and by the time Sean closed the curtains again, the room was completely dark.

Old Joe couldn't see the person behind him, which reminded him of the scene three days ago, although there were some changes, but it was very similar.

Sean glanced at the neat clothes on Lao Qiao's body, carefully felt the changes in Lao Joe's mood, and casually withdrew the mental power blocked on Lao Joe's mouth.

"Yes, it's today." Old Joe exhaled, pressed the fear in his heart, and immediately said, "This morning, Matt sent me a text message, telling me to hold a party at the Wild Lotus Pond Bar at eight o'clock in the evening. ”

"Eight o'clock." Sean muttered, took out his phone and glanced at it, it was already seven forty-eight at this time.

"How many people are going to the party, how many people have guns?"

"There were only a dozen people, all of them in charge of the pickpockets in the area, but each of them had guns."

Sean frowned at first, but then remembered what kind of unruly little gang this Stanton gang was, this situation was not surprising at all, and even the fact that there were ten people in this party was already a good reflection of the strength of this pickpocket gang.

As for guns, this kind of dangerous thing is really not uncommon in the United States, and even at this moment Sean still has a pistol in his arms, although he took it from Old Joe, but this is not the first time he has touched the handle of the gun since he came to this world.

"Only a dozen? Able to solve it easily. Sean thought for a moment and nodded affirmatively.

"How can I recognize what you're talking about?"

"He's tall and strong, and if you see him, you'll recognize him directly."

Nodding, as before, Sean left quietly again, of course, before that, he didn't forget to warn Old Joe.

"I advise you not to go there again."

As the words fell, Old Joe heard the sound of the window being opened, and then only his own nervous and rapid breathing remained in the whole room, and finally even his breathing subsided.

The dark room, with a long sigh.

On the other side, Sean had already come to the Wild Lotus Pond Bar that Old Joe said.

The dazzling neon signs were a little glaring, but when he saw a dozen tall men walking through the door, Sean followed in.

You can't drink alcohol until you're twenty-one years old, but it's not a problem in Hell's Kitchen, a place where crimes are concentrated, not to mention that Sean still has a big hood on his head.

When he stepped into the door of the bar, Sean was slightly surprised, the imaginary violent music did not come, and it was a soft minor key that came to his ears.

But on the contrary, there are not many people here, and it is even a little crowded, but even so, Sean still found the dozen or so people who came in before, because as Old Joe said, the one called Matt is indeed recognizable at a glance, at least Sean can't find a second black man who is more than two meters old here.