"What!? You said that the five of you were still holding knives, but they were all cleaned up by a little girl in high school!? ”

On the side of the rainy street, the gangsters who had chased and chopped Xing Moss were standing together with their heads down.

They all had minor or severe injuries on their bodies.

And the leader just took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Uh, yes, that girl seems to have practiced, and she beats people very hard, we are not opponents."

The leader of the gangsters half-bent over and explained into his phone in a low voice.

"Practiced! What do you practice, hard qigong, can you hit five at a time! Waste is waste, don't make excuses for yourself! Pack up your things and get out of Luotai City immediately! If I see you again in the future, I will do it at my own risk! ”

On the phone, a man's voice angrily gave an order, and then simply hung up.

The leader of the gangsters had bruises on his face, and swallowed as he held his hot mobile phone in his hand.

It wasn't until a long time before he put the phone back in his pocket.

At this time, a yellow-haired gangster sneaked up to the leader's side.

Then he lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Leopard, why don't we tell the boss the truth?"

"The real situation, what is the real situation, saying that all five of us were beaten by a cat?"

The gangster, who was called Brother Leopard, raised his head and gave the person a slap on the backhand.

"Believe it or not, if I dare to say that, we will have to be sunk into the eel river today, and the boss will think that we are playing him like an idiot, you know!"

"Know, know, I know."

The bastard, who had been slapped, staggered to the side of his face with his hand over his reddened face.

At the same time, Brother Leopard also looked around at the people present: "Today's incident, you all rot in my stomach, if anyone dares to talk nonsense everywhere, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people!" Did you hear me clearly? ”

"Clear."

"Clear."

"It's all clear."

Fragmentary responses rang out.

At this moment, no one knows yet. After this rain, a legend called "The Dragon of the Female Stream" will gradually be born on the underworld of Luotai City.

……

On the other side, the Psionic Management Office, in the underground training ground of the headquarters.

As far as a purely underground space is concerned, this training ground is undoubtedly extraordinarily spacious. The front and back are about half the size of a football field, and there are tiles on all sides to insulate psionic energy.

The walls and pillars are made of extremely high-strength metal materials that can withstand the blasting of some solid bombs.

A slightly harsh light fell overhead, illuminating the entire space without a single shadow.

Zhuang Yuan stood in the middle of the training ground, and today was the first time she had been trained by the headquarters of the Spiritual Management Office.

On the third day of separation from Jiang Sheng, the girl was urgently handed over to a special team located in Jingbei City.

This time, she came to test her abilities.

It is worth mentioning that the appearance of the girl has also changed dramatically.

The loose hair has been combed up, and the gloom and timidity of the past are no longer gone.

The excessively long bangs are also turned to the side, revealing a pair of eyes that are both cold and soft.

The girl wore a white hospital gown, which seemed to blend in with the same pure white training ground. The delicate face wore a medical mask, which half covered her handsome but godless face.

So, Jiang Sheng is not dead yet, it is just chasing three thousand grievances. ’

Standing silently in the empty training ground, the girl listened to the information told to her by the instructor, raised her hand and typed a line of text on her mobile phone.

"That's right."

The instructor in charge of training the girl nodded.

'Well, I'll find it.' ’

Zhuang Kite continued to type.

"What can you do when you find it?"

The instructor looked at the girl's determined eyes and frowned slightly.

'Convince it and take revenge with me.' ’

Zhuang Kite knocked out a line of bytes again.

When the instructor saw this, his face changed a little.

"Well, you need to train."

Of course. ’

Zhuang Yuan put away his phone expressionlessly.

Immediately afterward, she took off her mask with her hands. It is impossible to tell whether it is cold or sickly, delicate or handsome, beautiful or charming.

"Broken."

I saw the black-haired girl, gently opening her thin lips and spitting out the simplest words.

Then, the other end of the training ground.

There was a violent explosion and collapse.

……

At the same time, in Kawaya City, there was a special research institute about black cats.

A young woman in a formal attire and a researcher's coat was sitting alone in front of a dark, deserted laboratory table.

She is Yang Momo's sister, Yang Jingjing.

Just now, she received the news that Yang Momo had died because of a psionic crime.

Specific information, no.

Information about the offender cannot be disclosed.

corpses, which could not be returned.

"What are you kidding......"

Yang Jing pinched the phone with her hand, lowered her head and calmed her inner fluctuations.

The corners of her forehead were bruised, and her gold-rimmed glasses almost fell off the tip of her nose.

The paranoid personality makes it impossible to extricate itself from the mood on the verge of collapse.

"What a joke."

After a long time, the woman slowly raised her head.

At this moment, her sideburns were messy, the veins between her forehead were throbbing, but her expression was unusually calm.

"The Spell Cultivation Project, hehe, something meaningless."

I threw a freshly printed document into the shredder.

Yang Jing took a deep breath, raised his hand to support his slanted glasses, and then straightened the buttons of his shirt.

Her temperament reverted to indifference, a rigor and persistence that could not be distorted.

Between the light and shadow, the woman's three-dimensional facial features are particularly deep, and the long wavy hair is gently draped over the shoulders, as if there is a mysterious and treacherous charm in the speechlessness.

The white shirt and black trousers create a simple and elegant line.

The scholar's calm mind is now full of chills, and there is an indescribable concentration.

"I'm going to make the spirit disappear from this world."

Yang muttered quietly.

"I'm going to make the spirit disappear from this world, you bastards."

(End of chapter)