In China's Dragon Punch Dojo, a gloomy Zhu Hong and a few of his disciples were checking the surveillance cameras, looking for clues.
After confirming that there wasn't an earthquake, they were wary of any possible mistakes.
"Master, this guy is very suspicious. He left after taking a picture. Shouldn't he be enjoying the show?" said a disciple who shared the same roots as Zhu Hong, pointing at Lou Cheng's figure on the screen.
Another disciple nodded in agreement. "Also, he knows how to avoid the cameras and didn't show his face. We can't see what he looks like. However, we can ask the people in this dojo. Someone must have seen him before!"
After a moment of silence, Zhu Hong suddenly reached out and turned off the screen. He said in a hoarse voice,
"He's an expert …"
An expert who can cause an earthquake with a stomp of his feet!
An expert he couldn't face directly!
He turned to look at his disciples and sighed.
"We have to admit what we did. There's no need to make a big deal out of it. It won't be good for anyone. Anyway, it's only affecting this dojo for now. Be careful in other aspects. Don't make any more mistakes."
"Yes, Master," the disciples answered listlessly.
They understood that this matter had to be dealt with quietly. They just couldn't take it lying down and wanted to find out who was the culprit. Now that they had calmed down, those thoughts of overestimating themselves also faded away.
…
After Lou Cheng enjoyed his afternoon tea, he opened his mailbox and saw Smith's reply.
He said that Maszewski's fighting standard, even with the addition of his Spirit Cultivation, was only at the Formidable level. He wasn't even at the Outstanding level. However, because of this, he was very careful about his own safety and was very careful when he went out. He wasn't like Joseph, who was strong and fearless. He was careless and careless, which made it easy for him to be ambushed.
Maszewski belonged to the type that the entire Connecticut City knew that he was a mafia boss and the leader of villains, but there was no way to put him in jail. He knew this very well, so he was on guard everywhere and was very careful in everything he did. He did not want to be punished by a certain "superhero" one day. Most of the "superheroes" in the United States had their own ideas. They mainly focused on stopping crime and capturing criminals. They would not seriously violate the law and directly kill their targets. However, there were always exceptions in the world. There were also many "superheroes" who did not believe in the current system. For example, the danger-level "Judge." His slogan was "justice."
For this reason, Maszewski not only cultivated a group of capable subordinates, but also hired professional security company personnel with high salaries. He also won over two outstanding "spirit cultivators." Supplemented by other investments, his "defense" could be said to be impregnable. Over the years, it wasn't that there hadn't been "superheroes" who had ideas about him, but they had all returned in defeat.
"Looks like the Formidable level here is the level of those who have just entered the Dan stage …" Lou Cheng made a judgment based on Smith's description and recalled the information.
According to Smith, with his strength, if he was willing to pay the price and ignore everything, there was still hope for him to kill Maszewski under heavy protection. However, if he did that, there would be no way to clean up the mess. He would leave behind many loose ends, which would be very troublesome.
Therefore, he advised him to wait patiently and not be impatient. Once there was an opportunity, he should be notified immediately.
Lou Cheng was always an obedient person. He shook his head and threw the matter of Maszewski to the back of his mind. He started reading about Bishop Pavel.
Smith was sure that Pavel was hiding in the Holy Top Church. However, that was the center of Catholicism in Connecticut. With Archbishop Kontsev in charge, it was impossible to sneak in.
Kontsev, a Formidable Mighty One, was equivalent to a Physical Invulnerability expert.
Connecticut was one of the few big cities in the United States. It was the financial center, so there was no shortage of Physical Invulnerability experts. Other than Kontsev, there was also Grand Elder Stephen of the Geruga Sect, Grand Teacher Sisko of Kegri, a Spirit Cultivator Society that had split off from the Geruga Sect. There were also three participants in the top professional competitions. There was also a Formidable One in the government security system. However, the information was confidential and rarely circulated.
Due to various reasons, Smith felt that the time wasn't ripe to "challenge" Pavel. He believed that Pavel wouldn't be able to bear the loneliness and would leave the Holy Top Church sooner or later. Then, he would be monitored.
A person who had been distorting his desires for years could restrain himself for a short period of time, but not for long.
"Alright …" Lou Cheng couldn't help but laugh. He reformatted the letters in his mailbox and exited the app. He stopped thinking about Maszewski and Pavel and started searching for terms like "Spirit Cultivator" and "Psychic" in high spirits.
Yan Zheke only had one class in the afternoon, followed by a group discussion. Lou Cheng didn't have to wait long before he received the news of the rendezvous. He hurried over and returned home with the girl.
Just as they got out of the car and were about to enter the house, they heard a knocking sound coming from their neighbor's house. Looking over, they saw a middle-aged man with a light yellow beard mowing the lawn with a push weeder. Seeing the couple looking over, he waved and greeted them with a warm smile.
Looking back at the messy and long lawn, Yan Zheke blushed and said,
"I forgot to hire someone to mow the lawn for the past two weeks …"
Seeing that it was still early, Lou Cheng got an idea and said eagerly, "Why don't I do it?"
This was the responsibility of the main labor force in the family.
"Sure, I remember there are weeders in the garage!" Yan Zheke was also excited. It felt like a child playing house.
Hitting it off, the two entered the garage and found a stack of machines. Then, they took out their phones at the same time, lowered their heads and started typing away.
After a few seconds, Yan Zheke stole a glance at Lou Cheng and asked curiously,
"Cheng, what are you looking at?"
"I'm searching for 'Tips on Weeding in America', 'Guide to Lawn Repair' …" Lou Cheng showed the screen.
"What a coincidence, me too!" Yan Zheke's lips curved into a professional smile.
After that, the two burst out laughing. They felt that they were indeed new teenagers who grew up in the age of the Internet.
Nowadays, it's a habit to ask the Internet before doing anything.
After some discussion, Lou Cheng moved the weeder out of the garage. As he was preparing, he saw Yan Zheke hiding in the shadows with empty hands.
"What are you going to do?" Lou Cheng chuckled.
Yan Zheke waved her fist solemnly and said,
"I'm going to cheer you on!"
"… You might as well cheer 666." Lou Cheng couldn't help but laugh. He retracted his gaze and began to push the weeder to clean the plants that were growing recklessly.
At first, he was still a little unfamiliar with it, but after a while, he could "hear" the "force" of the weeder. Gradually, it became easier and more experienced to use it. He mowed the lawn neatly.
During this process, he exchanged glances with the uncle next door and nodded at him from time to time. They really felt like neighbors. Yan Zheke, who was in the shade, watched him work with her dimples. Her eyes were gentle.
Before 4: 30, Lou Cheng finished the lawn. Yan Zheke, who had shouted "Good luck" to show that she wasn't just a spectator, came over and helped with the follow-up.
After busying himself for a while, Lou Cheng glanced at his little fairy who had a strand of grass stuck to her face at some point in time.
"Why don't we cook tonight?"
I've already studied the recipe seriously! "
As he spoke, he reached out and pinched the weed, returning her beautiful face to her fair and clean face.
"But I haven't seen the recipe yet …" Yan Zheke blinked. She wanted to try but was also a little nervous.
"What are you afraid of? I'll teach you!" Lou Cheng waved his hand generously and continued, "Besides, you're so smart. It'll be the same if you read it live."
"That makes sense!" Yan Zheke was full of confidence in her own intelligence.
After informing Aunt Du, the girl took out an apron and put it on Lou Cheng before putting it on herself.
"What should we do first?" she asked with sparkling eyes.
"Stir-fried beef." Lou Cheng flipped to the corresponding page of the recipe and placed it on the counter.
"Okay." Yan Zheke opened the fridge and picked up a piece of beef. After looking at it for a while, she said, "This is eye meat. Empress Dowager said it's most suitable for roasting and frying."
"The recipe says tenderloin." Lou Cheng tilted his head and glanced at it.
After a while, the girl found the tenderloin and watched a certain superpower user defrosting the ice with his hands.
Lifting the kitchen utensils, Lou Cheng controlled his body. The knife moved quickly, leaving afterimages. After a while, the tenderloin was reduced to strips of meat.
"My knife skills aren't bad, right?" Lou Cheng boasted proudly.
Although I've never practiced knife skills, my senior sister is known as the "Black and White Divine Knife"!
"Awesome!" Yan Zheke praised. She took out her favorite kitchen weighing tool and meticulously calculated how many grams of sweet potato starch, how much water, and how much oil were needed according to the recipe. She concentrated on mixing them with the shredded beef to make it more tender and smooth.
Lou Cheng started cutting onions at the side. Frost covered the onions and buried the feeling that rushed into his eyes.
As he cut, he turned his head and looked at Yan Zheke, who seemed to be doing some important experiment. Looking at her plain white apron, he suddenly felt that Yan Zheke was also cute like this.
Retracting his gaze, Lou Cheng saw the same apron he was wearing. He suddenly had a strange feeling and couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Yan Zheke turned her head with a confused look.
"An hour or two ago, I was thinking about how to get rid of powerful criminals like Maszewski and Pavel. But now I'm busy cleaning the lawn, cutting vegetables, and cooking …" Lou Cheng described his feelings as he straightened the apron on him.
While he was researching the lawn mower, he had already talked to his fairy about Maszewski and Pavel.
Yan Zheke pondered for a few seconds before nodding "solemnly".
"This is probably called being able to make a living in the hall and enter the kitchen …"
As she finished speaking, a light smile appeared on her face.
…
In the evening, at a small gathering.
Huang Xiwen, whose face was still a little pale, sat on the sofa in the corner with a glass of champagne in her hand.
"Hey, are you in a bad mood?" A young man with dyed white hair walked over and asked with a smile. He was of mixed blood and had a pair of deep, dark eyes that were extremely charming.
"Can you tell?" Huang Xiwen didn't know this man and replied politely.
The white-haired young man laughed softly and said, "You are jealous of someone and afraid of someone. Am I right?"
"How did you know?" Huang Xiwen blurted out in surprise, full of shock.
"Because I'm communicating directly with your heart." The white-haired young man raised his glass and took a sip. He said enigmatically, "Do you need my help to deal with them?"
"No, no need!" Huang Xiwen shook her head in denial, shocked and scared.
Yan Zheke probably didn't say anything bad about me, and Lou Cheng didn't have any intention of dealing with me. There's no need to create more trouble …
"Okay." The white-haired young man didn't say anything else and left with a smile.
"Laura, what were you guys talking about just now?" The host of the party, Jennifer, came over.
"Nothing." Huang Xiwen didn't want to talk about it anymore.
Jennifer smiled and said, "He's a powerful Spirit Cultivator. You can ask him for help if you're in trouble."
"Not at the moment." Huang Xiwen denied again.
Jennifer nodded and said, "Alright.
Then let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Let go of the restraints of life, let go of the outer layer of flesh, and enjoy the party to our heart's content! "
…
When it was close to the weekend, Lou Cheng suddenly received an email from Smith.
"Maszewski will be out for a rave party. There might be a chance."
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