In a small restaurant in Mexico, Karl, a temporary worker, washes dishes in the back kitchen.

Today is Monday, and there are not many customers who come to the restaurant, so he doesn't have many dishes to wash, and after he is free, he finds a bench to sit down, and then clicks on his phone to watch the news, which is one of his few ordinary hobbies.

Suddenly, the door to the back kitchen was pushed open, and the manager beckoned to him to come out. Startled, Carl quickly put away his phone and walked out trembling, thinking that his lazy behavior had caused the manager's displeasure. But no, the manager is a young man in his thirties, and he takes good care of them and usually doesn't take the initiative to trouble them.

The manager called him to the lobby, where a tall, good-looking brunette beckoned to her, with a bright smile on her face.

"You kid, it's okay, I found such a beautiful girlfriend, the store is not busy today anyway, I don't need you to wash the dishes, let's go quickly." (in Spanish)" said the manager with a look of envy.

"Girlfriend? How could I possibly have a girlfriend. Manager, I don't know her. (Spanish)" Carl replied honestly.

"Everyone is smiling at you, what kind of garlic are you kidding me! (Spanish)" The manager nudged him and motioned for him to hurry over.

“。。。。。。”

Carl walked up to the beautiful woman with a blank face, scratched his scalp and said, "Madam, are you looking for me?" (Spain)"

"It's not convenient to talk here, let's talk in another place." The Asian beauty grabbed Carl's arm and took him away.

Although reason told Carl not to go with strangers casually, when he felt the body temperature from the brunette and the smell of the woman's body, he suddenly couldn't resist it, and his body involuntarily walked away.

The two went to a steakhouse in a quiet environment and sat down at the opposite table.

After leaving, Carl's honest nature was revealed again, he pursed his lips, and said nervously: "Madam, did you recognize the wrong person?" I don't seem to know you. (Spain)"

"You're the one I'm looking for. (in Spanish)" the brunette smirked.

"Huh?" Carl stammered.

"Do you know you're a superpower? (in Spanish)," the brunette asked.

"You know, it's just a D-class ability. (in Spanish)," Carl replied humbly.

"No, no, no, you're not a D-class person, you're an A-level person. (in Spanish)" the brunette said seriously.

"How is that possible! If I'm an A-class person, do I still need to wash the dishes here? (Spanish)" Carl was taken aback.

"Do you know what you're capable of? (in Spanish)," the brunette asked.

"I'm malleable, so 。。。。。。 (Spanish)" Karl was halfway through his sentence when the brunette interrupted, "Don't be stupid, even if it's an unmalleable ability, at least it can be used." Isn't it strange that you haven't even been able to use your abilities for so many years? (Spanish)"

"Then why can't I use my abilities? (Spanish)," Karl wondered.

"Because your power has been stolen. (in Spanish)" replied the brunette.

Carl looked sideways, disbelieving.

The black-haired woman sighed helplessly, took out a pair of glasses with green lenses from her small bag, and explained: "This is a mental power detector, you can see the strength of a person's mental power when you wear it, you take a look at mine first." (Spanish)"

Upon putting on his glasses, Carl noticed that everything around him had turned a dark green, with the exception of the human body, a shade of red, and a bluish cloud of flowing gas in the human brain. The brunette in front of her had a blue air flow that almost filled her entire brain, and the ordinary people around her could only see a small blue air current.

"Are these blue currents spiritual power? You're got amazing glasses. (Spanish)" Carl exclaimed.

"It seems that you are not stupid, do you want to see what your mental power looks like? (Spanish)" the brunette laughed.

"What do you think? Then again, are you a Level 4 competency? I remember that the book said that the gaseous spiritual power filling the entire sea of consciousness is the characteristic of a level 4 ability. (Spanish)" Karl asked.

The black-haired woman took out a portable makeup mirror from her bag and replied, "No, my ability development level is level 5, but I am a physical development ability, so I have to be a little weaker in terms of mental power." Don't you want to see what your mental power is like? You can see it by looking in the mirror. (Spanish)"

Carl looked at himself in the mirror and looked shocked, there was a pool of light blue liquid in his brain!

"I'm already Level 5? How so. (Spanish)," Karl muttered to himself.

"You can't advance to level 5 with a non-malleable D-level ability, now you should believe that your ability has been stolen by someone, right? (Spanish)" said the brunette with her hands.

At the same time, the small restaurant where Carl works has another beautiful brunette with outstanding appearance.

The person who came was none other than the third of the three sisters of the Zhu family, Zhu Ziran.

Zhu Ziran was wearing a green dress and stood at the door of the restaurant, looking like he was here to eat. Seeing this, the manager couldn't help but step forward and accosted: "Miss, do you want to come in for dinner?" (Spanish)"

"Can you speak English? (English)" Zhu Ziran asked with a cold attitude.

"Of course, ma'am. What do you want me to do for you? (English)" replied the manager playfully.

Although Zhu Ziran looks very pure and lovely, she has a royal sister style who is not close to people in her bones, and her figure may not be as good as the previous black-haired girl, but it can arouse men's desire to protect her more. The manager just likes this type, and he can't help but want to express himself.

"I'm looking for Carl. (English)" Zhu Ziran said crisply.

The manager was taken aback and couldn't help asking, "What are you looking for him?" (English)"

"None of your business, call someone to me. (English)" Zhu Ziran said disdainfully.

Zhu Ziran's attitude was obviously not interested in him, and after the manager was disappointed for a while, he said weakly: "The others are not here." (English)"

"Do you know where he went? (English)" Zhu Ziran asked.

The more the manager looked at Zhu Ziran, the more he felt good-looking, he had never seen such an oriental beauty with such an appetite for him, and he lost his mind for a while.

"Ask you! (English)" Zhu Ziran frowned.

"Who the hell are you? Why should I tell you if you don't make it clear! The manager replied forcefully, and he decided to take a different approach.

"I'm his girlfriend. (English)" Zhu Ziran said calmly.

"What!? You're his girlfriend too? (English)" the manager was shocked.

"Huh? Does he have a girlfriend? (English)" Zhu Ziran raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, I'm sorry you wait." The manager hastily responded, and a man slipped into the back kitchen, then dialed Carl's number.

"Doot-tut-hey? Manager you 。。。。。。 (Spanish)" Before Carl could finish speaking, the manager interrupted: "What kind of plane are you kidding, why are there girls coming to you?" How popular are you? It's weird, I don't think you're much more handsome than me, could it be that you are actually a rich second generation, and you come to our store to work just to experience life? (Spanish)"

"Manager, what do you say? I can't understand it. (Spanish)," Carl bewildered.

"Hurry up and give me back! Let me tell you, I hate scumbags the most, if you don't come back and explain clearly, I'll just fire you. (Spanish)" the manager said angrily.

At the steakhouse, Carl, who answered the phone, quickly stood up and apologized to the brunette: "I'm sorry, the manager suddenly asked me to go back, let's talk next time." (Spanish)"

"Why are you going back, you can't make a lot of money from your job. You stay and listen to me and I can make you a billionaire. (in Spanish)" the brunette advised.

"I'm really sorry, next time. (Spanish)" Carl apologized again, walked to the front desk to pay the bill, and hurried away.

"OMG! Is this man a fool? (Italian)" the brunette wondered.

At this time, the waiter served two steaks, and the brunette glanced at the steak that had just been served a few times, waved her hand and said, "Don't eat it, you can take it." ”

The brunette put on her shoulder bag and was about to chase it out, but suddenly retreated back, and said helplessly: "Forget it, let's pack it." (Spanish)"