It was not easy to deal with his mother, and Meng Xuan walked back to the room with two small hard hats with a twitch.

He didn't expect Liu Wanru to hide this thing······

Meng Xuan locked the door, took off his heavy coat and hung it on the chair, hiding his clothes that had been torn by the machete, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Rubbing his slightly swollen temples, Meng Xuan sat on the soft bed, feeling a little tired.

After being surrounded and slashed by six people, he was stabbed twice in his body, and dozens of stitches, even if his body was slightly strengthened by the strange sense ritual, he felt a little powerless at this time.

After washing up a little, he took out the mirror and checked the state of the mirror, confirming that there was no abnormality, Meng Xuan did not enter the mirror world, but lay directly on the bed, and after a while, there was an even breathing sound.

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The next day, Monday, class.

Meng Xuan hadn't listened much throughout the day, one was thinking about the secret medicine ritual, and the other was thinking about how to deal with Isis's attack.

This guy can actually dispatch six trained swordsmen to surround and slash himself, and the background is probably not simple.

"North District ······"

Meng Xuan thought of the northern district where the Tianhe Sword Technique Hall was located.

The North End is a mixed bag, with the largest slums in Shahe, the largest entertainment venues in Shahe, and the largest underground black market, where you can buy anything you want, as long as you have money.

Behind the scenes, there are intricate underground forces, and Isis may be one of them.

"Recently, try to minimize travel, don't walk the alleys, and you must carry a weapon with you, even if it is an unopened blunt knife or iron rod, in case of attack, I can have the strength to fight back, and when the second ritual analysis is completed, I will slowly ······ it."

Meng Xuan had made a plan for the recent period, although he really wanted to kill the door and cut off one of Isis's arms as a warning, but Meng Xuan was not carried away by the sudden expansion of his strength.

The rampant underground forces in the North District are well known, and many of them even have gun licenses, even if they don't have gun licenses, it's not too easy to get a black gun.

He had cut down six knife men almost unarmed, but he hadn't yet felt like he was up to the point where he could fight the guns.

"I hope Isis still has a bit of a bottom line, otherwise ······"

A cold glint flashed in Meng Xuan's eyes, thinking of his own father and mother.

"I can't be alone anymore, maybe I should take the initiative."

When the bell rang for the end of class, Meng Xuan calmly sorted out the textbooks, refused Liu Yuran's invitation to go to the Internet café to play two handfuls, carried his schoolbag alone, and walked out of the school gate, ready to go to the gymnasium or knife collection store to take a walk around to see what the price of the iron knife was.

Not long after I walked out of school.

"Meng Xuan?"

He heard someone behind him shouting his name.

Meng Xuan turned his head and saw a young man with a beautiful face, a flat head, studs on his ears, and wearing the latest trendy windbreaker of Mesley, who was leaning against the corner of the school gate with his hands crossed, looking at him quietly.

"You are?"

Meng Xuan frowned, a little vigilant in his heart, but the strange sense ability did not give him a premonition of crisis, indicating that this young man should not have malicious intentions.

"My name is Akto, would you like to talk?"

The flat-headed young man Akto walked towards Meng Xuan, put his hands in his pockets, looked Meng Xuan up and down with great interest and asked.

Meng Xuan glanced at Akto, nodded, and said, "Yes." ”

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In the Nebula chain café near the school.

The beautiful waitress brought two hot lattes to the two of them.

"I'm just an ordinary high school student, what do you have to do with me?"

Meng Xuan picked up the sugar packet on the side, added three or four packets in a row, stirred the coffee in front of him slightly, and asked the flat-headed young man opposite.

"Average high school student?"

Hearing Meng Xuan call himself like this, Akto couldn't help but laugh a little.

"A man who can easily dodge all of Isis's knife attacks and easily cut off the wooden knife in his hand."

"A man who was unarmed and was caught in the alley by six knife men in front and back, and in turn snatched the knife and cut off the palms of the six knife men."

"You said you were just an ordinary high school student, do you believe it yourself?"

Actor shook his head and laughed.

"No matter what you say, I'm just an average high school student."

Meng Xuan calmly stirred the coffee in front of him and took a sip gently.

No matter how much sugar packets are put in, it is difficult to completely remove the slightest bitterness in the coffee, Meng Xuan put down the coffee, he didn't like this thing, in comparison, he preferred sweet milk with Eagle brand condensed milk.

Sweet is better than bitter, and there is no reason for it.

"Well, whatever you want, it doesn't matter."

Aktor shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, no longer dwelling on the topic.

"The purpose of my visit is to invite you to join us, I wonder if you are interested?"

Aktor said bluntly.

"You guys?"

Meng Xuan asked rhetorically.

"Yes, a few of us have built a martial arts hall, and now we are lacking a sword art lesson, I want to ask you to teach sword skills, if you can, you may be asked to solve some other things at that time, of course, paid."

Akto picked up his coffee and took a sip of it.

"I'm just an average high school student······"

Meng Xuan leaned lightly on the cushion with his back and said lightly.

"We can help you fight the pressure on Isis's side."

"I'm about to enter the second semester of my third year of high school, and I just want to go to college safely."

"You only need to come over to the knife instruction class two days a week on weekends, with a monthly salary of seven thousand, if you need to do something else, we will calculate the money separately."

Hearing this condition from Akto, Meng Xuan's brows jumped, but soon his expression returned to normal.

"I've only been learning swordsmanship for three months, so I'm afraid it's hard to do it."

"Ten thousand a month, it can't be more, you know, Isis is a madman, his sister Althea is even more crazy, who knows if they have a bottom line, joining us is also helping yourself, we are mutually beneficial and win-win."

Akto clasped his hands on his chest, leaned back in his seat and quietly waited for Meng Xuan's reply.

To be honest, if he hadn't gotten the news that someone had easily defeated that madman from Isis in terms of swordsmanship, and actually faced the six elite swordsmen of the Angel Gang in the alley, killing six people almost unarmed, which made him very interested, he would not have bothered so much to come to Meng Xuan and offer such good conditions.

When Meng Xuan heard Akto's words, he was slightly silent, knowing that he had tested Aktor's bottom line.

In the current situation, he is actually thinking about looking for an opportunity to actively intervene in the incident, and if this opportunity can also solve some troubles and financial problems by the way, it will be even more perfect.

Akto can be said to be sleepy and sent a pillow, which is exactly what Meng Xuan meant.

The excuse just now is just a bargain.

Now that the price has slightly matched the price in his heart, he has no reason to refuse, but there may be a chance to go further······

After a short silence, Meng Xuan raised his head, showed a smile at Akto, and said:

"I'm going to pay three months' salary in advance."