At the party, many beauties of different skin colors watched William drive away in a hurry. They could vaguely hear his conversation on the phone in his room, and they all praised him.
"Look, Mr. William likes to catch mice. He's a busybody. He's really a hero."
"You're wrong, Feli. This should be called chivalrous."
"You're wrong too, Kel. In Chinese, it should be called 'eager for justice'."
The group of beauties stared at his back as he left, mesmerized.
William drove himself. Not long after he drove onto the flyover, he saw a silhouette on a flying sword through the bulletproof glass window of the driver's seat. With a whoosh, the silhouette flew east from the direction of Vigilante A's farm villa.
With his strength, he was naturally able to clearly see who that person was. He immediately slowed down the speed of the car and made a U-turn.
"As expected of an eager and righteous hero," William praised. Then, he whistled and called home through the car phone. "I'll be back soon, sweethearts. The party will continue as usual."
William had only left for less than ten minutes before he turned around and returned to his warm villa.
At the same time, on the west coast of San Francisco, America.
His uncle, David Robert, was shivering in the cold sea breeze with a group of companions.
Although it was already summer, the sea breeze howled, and a sudden cold wave swept in from the west, dropping the temperature to near zero degrees. The low-level SBI agents, who were not very strong, had no choice but to endure the cold and hold the line.
"Damn it, Jim. Does your crystal prediction spell say that William will arrive during this battle and successfully summon an angel? From then on, he will gather the faith of the Americans and turn the situation around?" David said to a middle-aged black man beside him as he stared at the sea.
Black Man Jim flashed his white teeth and smiled warmly. "That's what the crystal told me."
Robert smiled bitterly. "I think your crystal must be fooling you. William won't come. That kid will definitely continue his party at home."
Black Man Jim continued, "No, the image shown by the crystal has a premise, and that is that you're dead."
Robert was dumbfounded. Then, he said with certainty, "Then your crystal must be wrong."
As the two of them were talking, they suddenly stopped at the same time. There was movement on the beach.
Large patches of blood-red seaweeds gradually emerged from the water, covering the sky and covering the earth, crowding the entire beach, making one's scalp go numb.
They began to swarm into the deserted harbor.
"With so many Seaweed Demons, the Navy should send out bombers," Robert muttered to himself.
Jim shook his head. "Not necessarily."
Ten minutes later, they saw the Pharos of the East descend from the sky. His entire body was radiating light. Wrong, it was sword energy all over his body. He swept away the blood-red seaweed monsters and left casually, as if he had just completed an insignificant overtime job.
Robert stared blankly, then said thoughtfully, "Now I can understand why William didn't want to come here. It seems that he is indeed a smart and talented businessman. He knows the principle of working together to achieve efficiency. Perhaps I was the one who was wrong."
While he was in a daze, his companion, Jim, suddenly backhanded him and stabbed him in the chest.
Robert had a look of disbelief. He clutched his chest and said, "Jim, why do you want to kill me? We've been working together for more than ten years!! "
Jim shook his head. "I'm sorry. I want the wheel that represents the future back on the right track. You should have died a long time ago. But I don't know why you didn't die the past two times. This is the last place that I can see you should have died in the future image … "
"F * ck your wheel of the future," Robert cursed. He clutched his chest and stumbled away.
For some reason, the other SBI colleagues only watched this scene coldly. No one helped him, but no one stopped him either.
Robert escaped from the coast that the SBI had set up. He felt that he had fallen into a huge whirlpool.
Could it be that his private request for help from the Alliance of Justice and Order to investigate the upper echelons of America had been leaked?
Did those officials bribe the SBI officials and order Jim to assassinate him?
Or did Jim know more, and as long as he killed him, the future would be on the right track?
If that was the case, there was only one reason. Could his death be like the Batman plot in the movies, and really stimulate William to transform?
Thinking of this, Robert, who was leaning against a roadside fence, stopped trying to call the ambulance.
Jim's stab wasn't fatal. It seemed that he had stopped because of their friendship. But if he didn't call for an ambulance in time, he would bleed to death.
He slowly staggered to a secluded forest where no one could find him in time, then dialed an international number.
"William, I'm dying …"
After he dialed the number, he directly said such a sentence, and then hung up the phone.
Because his whole body flew … and his phone fell.
A familiar voice rang in his ear.
"Friend, it looks like you need treatment."
Ten minutes later, Robert, who had lost too much blood and was already in a daze, felt that he had arrived at a brightly lit villa.
Then he heard a voice. "Thank you for saving my Uncle David. This is a check, please keep it."
"It's nothing. I've always been a righteous person. This was just something I did in passing."
Then he fainted.
At ten o 'clock at night, Robert woke up and found that the wound under his chest and ribs had disappeared without a trace. It was as if the stab from Jim the day before had never happened.
Just as he was wondering, his nephew, William, appeared in front of his bed with a smile.
"Uncle, it looks like you're in danger. When you were unconscious, I invited two retired criminal investigation experts from China to take a look. It was probably a crime committed by an acquaintance, and it was done in a situation where you were caught off guard. If it wasn't for the fact that the person wasn't proficient in human anatomy, you'd really be dead. "
Robert didn't care about anything else. He only looked at William with bright eyes and said, "Let's not talk about this first. I just want to ask you, if I really died, what would you do?"
William suddenly frowned and said thoughtfully, "I heard that there's a Bodhisattva Spirit King in China. If a good person dies, he can reincarnate his soul into a butterfly.
"I'd like to ask about your will in advance, uncle. What kind of butterfly do you like? The California swallowtail butterfly or the Florida swallowtail butterfly? When the time comes, I'll pay to customize it for you. "
When Robert heard this, he collapsed to the ground.
"Uncle, uncle, do you still need treatment? But the cost of the Dragon Clan's secret treatment is too high. I'll ask a local doctor to give you a drip … "William said hurriedly.
Robert fell on the bed and turned a deaf ear to him.
There was only one thought in his mind. 'We live in hardship and die in peace.' That was true.
…
Vigilante A's farm villa.
Fang Ning was coolly working overtime. He was concentrating on deducing the Dream-Cultivation Method, pondering over every word.
Sir System, on the other hand, was counting the extra income that he got from his hasty trip.
"300 million experience points, now 6.8 billion experience points. Mythos increased a little, now 11 points. Revenue … "
At this point, Sir System suddenly stopped.
Fang Ning pricked up his ears and asked in confusion, "How much revenue?"
Sir System was confused, "Is there any revenue? Where would there be? Look at you, you're working overtime half-heartedly. This is only the first day. If there's no progress in your Dream-Cultivation Method in a week, you'll have to continue working overtime. "
Fang Ning ignored the idiot and continued to work overtime to study the ability.
He was seriously reading the "Spirit Splitting Technique" of the War Demon Lei Tian's unique demonic ability, the Spirit Splitting Technique. This Spirit Splitting Technique was indeed profound.
Suddenly, he said, "Sir, can you give me some experience points to deduce the modern simplified version of the perfect version?"
The System said, "No."
Fang Ning was speechless, "I'm doing something serious."
The System said, "That's a demonic ability that can lead people to become a demon. I can't deduce the perfect version for it. That goes against my chivalrous principles."
Fang Ning said in disbelief, "You must be lying to me. I think this ability can be activated by any magical energy. It's the same thing as a gun. It doesn't have any evil attributes. Good people can use it to do good, and evil people can use it to do evil. "
The System said, "That's what Nie Renkuang thought …"
Fang Ning was confused, "How did you know? Anderson's report didn't say anything like that. "
The System said, "Oh, when Lei Tian was playing the game, he mumbled it to himself. Something like 'Back in the day, if it wasn't because I was hot-blooded and liked to listen to the' Attack 'advice, maybe I wouldn't have become a demon, and I wouldn't be stuck here now. It's not challenging at all' … "
Fang Ning pondered for a while and realized that it was indeed the case. The "Spirit Division Method" in the Phantasmagoria Art, as a secret art of division, could divide one's consciousness into three bodies of consciousness, one radical, one neutral, and one conservative.
Lei Tian named them "Attack", "Defend", and "Escape".
The "Attack" body of consciousness, as the name suggested, wanted to solve everything by fighting. It always followed the principle of "if there's no difficulty, I'll make it."
It was an expert at turning small troubles into big ones.
Things that could be solved with a simple talk, in its mouth, could only be solved with a beating.
Things that could be solved with a beating, in its words, could only be solved by "killing".
When Lei Tian was Nie Renkuang, he was addicted to fighting and was a martial arts fanatic.
After he got this demonic ability, he thought that it didn't look like a demonic ability … and that it could solve the problem of his IQ dropping when he went crazy. So he decided to practice it, and he couldn't stop.
Fang Ning thought about it for a while and nodded, "Alright, you're right. I didn't dare to practice this type of Spirit Splitting Technique, but it seems like I have the foresight. I'll take the dross and discard the essence. "
The System was surprised, "I don't understand."
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