As he pondered, Ye Chong saw Ban Meng fiddling with the dagger. He said calmly, "This dagger is for you."
"For me?" Ban Meng asked in surprise.
"Mm." Ye Chong was still expressionless, but in Ban Meng's eyes, he wanted nothing more than to kiss him. Ye Chong's dagger was not very advanced, because it was a consumable. Guardian's dagger was unparalleled, but he had already given Guardian to Rui Bing. He could not keep the other two daggers for himself.
"Then what do you use for cutting here?"
"Laser blades." Ban Meng now saw Ye Chong in a new light. He looked like a brute, but he was very careful. Since the man was willing to give him such a valuable item, it meant that the man was not hostile. Otherwise, the man would not need to resort to such tricks. The difference in strength between them was too great. Hence, he paid more attention to Ye Chong's questions. However, he could not help but wonder - why did this man not know anything?
"Laser blades? Let me see. "
Ban Meng took out a flat tablet the width of two fingers from his pocket.
Ye Chong took it and studied it. This thing was very light, and it should have been made from some kind of unknown wood. The tablet was about two fingers wide, about 10 centimeters long and one centimeter thick. The tablet was light green in color, with a hook at the end. Near the hook was a green rock, and on the top was a red button.
Laser blades!
Ye Chong knew what it was the moment he saw it. The green rock was the energy source, and the red button was the trigger. Ye Chong tried to press the red button, and a white laser blade shot out from the top of the tablet, long and narrow like a knife.
The white laser blade was solid, and the shape of the blade was good, with clear edges.
Ye Chong crouched down and gently cut the floor with the laser blade. His hand felt no resistance, but a deep cut was left on the ground.
What an advanced laser blade! Ye Chong looked normal, but he was shocked inside.
Laser blades were not advanced technology. Ye Chong had used them many times before. However, there were some difficulties with laser blades. For example, the degree of energy conversion, which was the degree of condensation of the laser blade. The more condensed the light blade was, the clearer the edge of the light blade would be. This way, its slicing ability would be better, and the surface of the cut would be smoother.
This was an important problem that had plagued the development of laser knives. As far as Ye Chong knew, laser sabers could not be condensed to such a degree. This was why most advanced mechs preferred alloy swords instead of laser swords.
Moreover, if the laser saber were to fight with the opponent, the physical laser beam produced would easily shake. When Ye Chong tried to cut the ground with the laser blade, the blade did not waver at all.
This was a very advanced laser knife!
"Hey, you two! Destroying public property in public! You'll be fined 30 ao. Here's the ticket!" An old lady in a red dress rushed over angrily.
Ye Chong stood up, turned around, and looked at the old lady.
Ban Meng's mind exploded. Oh my god! How could he be so careless? Wasn't this old woman courting death? If this Death God flew into a rage out of humiliation, then …
Thinking of the consequences, Ban Meng felt as if he was shrouded in a sea of blood. The entire street would be filled with blood, and he shuddered.
"What are you looking at? What? Not convinced? Let me tell you, I've been on this street since 30 years ago. Heh, no one has ever dared to cause trouble here! You want to challenge me? You're still too young! "The old lady glared angrily. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a green dragon flying among the layers of wrinkles.
It's over! It's all over! Ban Meng had lost all hope. He knew that the strange man beside him was not one to be trifled with. The Three-legged Centipede was nothing to him. He could not tolerate being scolded in front of him. Legend had it that the experts would kill for the slightest displeasure, treating human life like grass.
Ban Meng felt that his life was bleak. He did not know what had happened to him in his past life to provoke such a Death God.
Thinking that once this expert went berserk and killed someone, his future would be over! Oh my god, all the deities in the world, please save me!
"Money, pay up."
Ban Meng's eyes were still closed. He did not dare to look. He believed that the scene would be bloody.
"Money, pay up!"
Huh, wasn't that the cold man's voice? Ban Meng came to his senses and opened his eyes.
Just as he opened his eyes, he saw Ye Chong tilting his head and looking at him calmly, gesturing for him to pay up. "Pay up."
The old lady was still glaring at him angrily. Ban Meng immediately understood. "Alright, alright, alright! Money! Money! "Ban Meng quickly took out the money from his pocket.
He did not expect this man's temper to be as bad as he had imagined. Ban Meng thought as he took out the money. He had heard that as long as it was an expert, their temper would not be too good. Bullying the weak was probably the most common thing.
"Hmph, that's more like it." The old lady snatched the money from Ban Meng's hand and gave him a ticket.
Ye Chong did not seem affected at all. He turned to Ban Meng and said, "Let's go."
Ban Meng kept sneaking glances at Ye Chong along the way. He felt that this cold stranger was always unreadable.
The two of them walked quietly, one in front of the other.
"Here, we're here," Ban Meng said softly. It was a three-story house with a courtyard of about two hundred square meters.
Ban Meng pushed open the door and shouted, "I'm back."
"Meng Meng, you're back! Why are you back so late today? "A female voice came from the house, followed by a beautiful middle-aged woman. She had a floral apron tied around her chest, and her hair was tied up in a high bun. She was shocked to see Ban Meng's disheveled appearance. "What happened? Didn't you fly the Wood Kite today? How did you end up like this? Did it malfunction? "
"That d * mned boss, selling me a fake product, it disintegrated in mid-air!" Ban Meng cursed through gritted teeth. He still did not know that his Wood Kite was shot down by the cold man behind him.
"As long as you're fine! As long as you're fine! "Ban Meng's mother carefully took a towel and wiped his face.
It was only when Ban Meng's face was clean that his mother noticed Ye Chong's presence. "This is …"
"He's my classmate. His parents are away, so I asked him to stay with us for the time being." Ban Meng lied so fluently that Ye Chong was a little surprised.
"Hello, Auntie," Ye Chong greeted politely.
"Come, come, come in! It's rare to have a guest, make yourself at home, don't stand on ceremony! " Ban Meng's mother had never seen such a strange attire before. She was a little surprised, but quickly greeted Ye Chong warmly. Ye Chong's face was no longer cold and hard. On the contrary, it was soft, and he was tall, so he looked more like a gentleman.
Ban Meng's eyes widened as he stared at Ye Chong in disbelief. He could not believe that this cold man could act so obediently, without a trace of killing intent.
Ye Chong ignored Ban Meng, and followed Ban Meng's mother into the house.
Ye Chong could not tell the quality of the furnishings in the house. As for the strange objects scattered around, he could only pretend that he did not recognize them. Now was not the time to study them.
Sitting quietly, Ye Chong looked like a well-mannered young man.
Dinner was sumptuous. Ban Meng's father was very busy with work, and even ate in a hurry.
They arranged a special room for Ye Chong.
While he and Ban Meng were alone upstairs, Ye Chong suddenly dragged Ban Meng into his room. Only when this action appeared did Ban Meng realize that this seemingly harmless and well-mannered man was actually a terrifying fellow who killed without batting an eyelid. No, he killed the Three-legged Centipede without batting an eyelid.
"What do you want?" Ban Meng forced himself to calm down.
"I have a question for you." The gentleman immediately turned cold and dangerous.
"What is it?"
That's right, since when did one of us start asking questions? Ye Chong was troubled. Almost everything here was unfamiliar to him. Suddenly, Ye Chong remembered Ban Meng's Wood Kite. Safety first!
He needed to know who or what could threaten his safety first.
"Who's the strongest person here?"
"The strongest? You mean Yedda? Hmm, let me think, it should be Duo Ka, he's a Level 6 shooter! "Ban Meng gave it some thought, and answered uncertainly.
"Shooter? What's a shooter? "Ye Chong continued to ask.
"Heavens, Boss, are you from another planet? You don't even know what a shooter is? "Ban Meng shouted exaggeratedly, but Ye Chong raised an eyebrow, and quickly shut up.
"Er, how do I explain shooters? Shooters have the strongest parapsychic sense, and are the strongest warriors in the world. "Ban Meng racked his brain to come up with an explanation.
Ye Chong understood now. Shooters were long-range combatants. Considering the advanced laser technology here, it was no surprise that long-range weapons were well-developed. However, Ye Chong frowned. With the advanced laser technology here, it was not hard to imagine how powerful it would be if it was made into a gun. Close range mech pilots probably hated long-range attacks that could threaten them the most.
But what was parapsychic sense?
"What is parapsychic sense? How am I supposed to explain it? If you have parapsychic sense, you can use it to control aircrafts, or guns." Ban Meng tried to explain, but could not come up with an answer.
"Show me," Ye Chong said.
Thinking of his weak parapsychic sense, Ban Meng blushed. He stammered, "My … My parapsychic sense is too weak."
"I see." Ye Chong changed the subject. "Do you have any weapons here?"
"Weapons?" Ban Meng jumped up in surprise. "What are you trying to do?"
"Show me." Ye Chong was curious about Ban Meng's reaction.
"I don't even have the lowest level of flight certificate, how could I have any weapons? To have a weapon, you must first obtain an intermediate flight certificate. Secondly, your parapsychic sense must be at least Level 4. Some of the more powerful weapons have more stringent requirements, "Ban Meng explained.
"Where can I get one?" Ye Chong asked.
Ban Meng shook his head. "You don't have a license, no one will sell them to you."
"Just rob them," Ye Chong said casually. However, he did not expect the weapons control here to be so strict. This was different from the places he had been to before. Mechs could be bought anywhere.
Poor Ban Meng's face turned pale. He swallowed hard and said, "Don't even think about it. Every weapon shop has a Hall of Justice next to it. There are many powerful fighters there. Anyone with bad intentions will be beaten to a pulp."
"I see. Then I'll have to make a more detailed plan," Ye Chong said thoughtfully.
Crazy! He must be crazy! If this guy really wanted to rob someone, he would be in big trouble! Ban Meng quickly said, "Don't worry, don't worry! My friend has a single-barreled thermal gun. I'll bring you to see it tomorrow. "
Ye Chong thought about it and nodded. "Alright."
"What's the level of the Wood Kite you piloted the other day?" Ye Chong asked.
Ban Meng blushed again. "The lowest level."
Ye Chong nodded thoughtfully again. The technology here was indeed unique. Even the lowest level of aircraft could only fall apart after being attacked by the revolving shuttle, and not be smashed into pieces. Be it the Wood Kite or the laser knife, Ye Chong did not dare to underestimate the technology here. On the contrary, he was very cautious. He did not know what could be a threat to him here.
Ban Meng had mentioned parapsychic waves a few times, but Ye Chong still did not understand what that meant.
"Go and rest." Ye Chong's words were like an amnesty to Ban Meng.
The next day.
Ban Meng and Ye Chong walked together. Ye Chong had changed into a set of Ban Meng's clothes, which made him look more like a scholar. He had purposely softened the lines of his face, which made him look more harmless. However, Ban Meng was not fooled by the facade. He spoke carefully to Ye Chong, "We have to go to school first. We can only go there after school."
Ban Meng had always been a studious student. While his parapsychic waves were still weak, few could match his diligence. He had never skipped a class before. He was only trying to convince Ye Chong that if Ye Chong did not agree, he would have no choice but to skip class anyway. He could clearly distinguish between his family's life and his lessons.
He did not expect Ye Chong to agree without hesitation. "Alright."
School, in Ye Chong's mind, was a place where he could better understand the world.
It seemed that schools were the same no matter where they were, at least to Ye Chong. The school was not big, but Ye Chong had already seen many strange flying devices. From Ban Meng's words, it was just a normal school, not too good, not too bad either.
He also noticed that many students would point at Ban Meng, looking at him with disdain.
"Do they hate you?" Ye Chong asked.
"Probably." Ban Meng pretended to be nonchalant.
"Why?"
"Nothing, it's just that my parapsychic waves are too weak, but I still want to be a flyer." Ban Meng was used to this, but Ye Chong could still hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Why don't you change your profession? Your body is more suited for combat, "Ye Chong suggested. When it came to combat, Ye Chong had the absolute right to speak. As a Jie expert, he had reached the peak of combat. Ban Meng's body was well-proportioned, and his limbs were strong. He was well suited for combat.
"Combat? What's the use of combat? It has no practical value, "Ban Meng disagreed.
No practical value? Ye Chong found it strange. How could combat have no practical value? Even in the Five Galaxies, where combat was the weakest, combat experts were still seen as a threat to mech pilots. In He Yue Galaxy, the Ye Family and the Sang Tribe were famous for their combat skills. As for the free space zone, combat and alchemy were the two most popular professions. It was the first time he heard that combat was useless.
"Who told you that?"
"Everyone in the world knows. Parapsychic waves are the foundation of a person's strength. People without parapsychic waves are useless. " Ban Meng shook his head and said confidently, "The smallest and weakest club in our school is the combat club. Hehe, there are only three of them. Anyone from the Shooters' Association is enough to defeat them. "
Ye Chong did not bother to argue about the strength of combat.
Ye Chong followed Ban Meng into the classroom naturally. Ban Meng could not do anything about it. The cold man was not willing to listen to him. The students saw Ban Meng and another stranger entering the classroom, and looked at them in surprise. Ban Meng could only bite the bullet and ignore it.
"Hey, Little Ban Ban, why did you bring a friend today?" A guy with a very strange hairstyle came over. His head was like a row of leeks planted on a smooth round stone. He looked at Ban Meng with a sly expression.
Then he turned around and studied Ye Chong. "I say, brother, why are you with this piece of trash? Are you a piece of trash too? "
The classroom burst into laughter. Ban Meng's face turned red.
No matter how one looked at him, he looked like a weak and gentle student. No one could have imagined that this seemingly thin and weak body contained such an astonishing amount of energy.
"What did you say? Duo Fei, don't think that just because your father is a Level 6 shooter, you're just relying on your father's reputation! "Ban Meng retorted.
Duo Fei's father was Duo Ka, the only Level 6 shooter in Yedda City. Duo Fei had been proud since he was young, and hated people saying that he was relying on his father's reputation. He laughed coldly and said, "Alright, Ban Meng, I didn't know that you've forgotten your place in just a few days. Hmph."
With that, he turned and left with a cold smile.
The other students in the classroom looked at Ban Meng in surprise. They did not expect the usually submissive Ban Meng to stand up and fight back. They did not know that Ban Meng was afraid that these arrogant students would anger the killer next to him. He had mustered up his courage today.
Ye Chong and Ban Meng sat in the last row. Ye Chong was not interested in the petty squabbles between the kids, and would not get angry over something so boring. To him, if he had a problem with someone, he should just attack. There was no real meaning in taking advantage of him with words.
"Why didn't you attack just now?" Ye Chong asked Ban Meng, and added, "You don't have to worry about me."
"Of course I'm not worried about you!" Ban Meng cursed in his mind. Everyone here combined would not be able to defeat you. Ban Meng was worried that Ye Chong would kill someone in school, and then he would be implicated.
"He can't beat you in a fight," Ye Chong evaluated their physiques and came to this conclusion.
"What's the point of fighting? He has a license and a weapon. It's easy for him to kill me. "Ban Meng did not agree with Ye Chong.
"Then kill him first." Ye Chong's words sent a chill down Ban Meng's spine. He was glad that he had made the right decision. Who knew how many people this guy had killed in the past?
Just then, the teacher entered the classroom. He was an average-looking middle-aged man.
The teacher did not even look at Ban Meng as he announced the start of the class.
This class was about some techniques to control parapsychic waves.
After listening for a while, Ye Chong understood what parapsychic waves were. Parapsychic waves were very similar to mentalists' Spirit, but perhaps due to the differences in training methods, parapsychic waves were more focused, while mentalists' Spirit was more dispersed. However, the two were essentially the same.
Now that he understood this, Ye Chong became even more cautious. He had a deep impression of how unpredictable the abilities of mentalists who specialized in mental attacks were. And what kind of heights would the strength of a professional combatant with this characteristic reach? Ye Chong was not sure of this.
The world was dangerous. One must keep a low profile, and disguise oneself well. That was Ye Chong's first thought.
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