freenovelworld Chapter 107 How vicious can it be?
Chapter 107 How vicious can it be?
"Fine, I'm not going to bother with you anymore, Dad." Xiaolan said helplessly as she walked towards the game console, then placed her hands on her knees. "This game console looks pretty interesting."
"Want to play a few rounds?" Fuheshen asked.
“Okay…” Xiaolan sat down next to Shen’er with a smile.
Ten minutes later...
Fuheshchen's hand tightened slightly, and the joystick made a cracking sound.
Why does the game console always freeze when it catches the opponent in a stun state?
Then, Xiaolan's chaotic, frantic actions actually resulted in a real combo?!
He couldn't move at all.
"Hmph..." Xiaolan put her hands on her hips, "This game is actually quite easy to pick up..."
"..." Fuheshen remained silent, not saying a word.
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be playing games here too, that's really something," the burly man sitting next to Fuheishen couldn't help but say.
He had thick, strong arms and a tall build, clearly indicating professional training. He wore a black top hat and black clothes.
Upon hearing the familiar tone, Fuheishen's pupils dilated slightly, and he abruptly turned his head to look.
A burly man was seen watching them with a beaming smile.
Agave...why is it in a place like this?
"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?" Tequila asked, somewhat puzzled. "Who are you playing games with? Your girlfriend?"
"No, no, that's not true at all." Xiaolan blushed and shook her hand.
Conan also looked at Tequila with displeasure. What's wrong with this uncle? Does he have bad taste?
"And you, what are you doing here?" Fuheshen did not answer the other party's question, his voice cold.
"Me? I'm doing a task," Tequila said, sounding a bit troubled. "To earn some money for baby formula. Want to join me?"
"Task???"
Conan was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly realized something...
Masaka, the uncle in the top hat, is Shen's colleague.
Is he a detective too?
"You're doing a quest, what are you doing playing games here?" Fuheshen glanced at Tequila indifferently.
"Oh, I just wanted to learn more about what young people are talking about." Tequila sighed and lowered her head.
From other people's perspectives, this is no different from an uncle who is past middle age but still yearns for vitality but has been abandoned by the times.
Although he looks somewhat fierce, how fierce can someone who can earn money for baby formula really be?
"You will definitely understand..." the understanding Xiaolan said with a sincere blessing.
Upon hearing this, Agave raised its eyes, and its pupils contracted slightly.
"Really, you little rascal." Tequila chuckled.
Conan's half-moon eyes... I never expected this seemingly fierce man to have such a side.
Fuheishen took a deep breath.
This plot isn't right. Why are Conan and Ran interacting with Tequila here?
“Playing games doesn’t suit your image.” Fuheshen’s voice was deep and cold.
He wanted to remind the other person to hurry up and do the mission, and not to get involved with death.
Agave: ......
I don't know if it's just my imagination, but why is Jundu being so cold to him today?
Perhaps he's just like Gin, only knowing about missions and not about entertainment.
"Seriously, what's wrong with having some fun once in a while?" Conan said with his half-moon eyes.
Ran nodded in agreement with Conan's statement.
Fuheshchen: ......
Am I the bad guy?
Bang!
At that moment, the sound of a fist hitting a leather mat could be heard.
Everyone's attention was drawn to it.
"Hey, that looks pretty fun," Xiaolan said.
"I didn't expect a little girl like you to like playing this kind of thing?" Tequila asked in surprise.
It's obvious that this girl shows no signs of training.
"Yes, it looks very interesting." Xiaolan nodded.
Conan grinned. This uncle probably doesn't know that, apart from Fushiguro Jinji, Ran-chan is the most powerful person in this area, right?
"Then let's give it a try." Fuheishener stood up and patted Xiaolan on the shoulder. "Lan, show him."
Seeing the puzzled look on Tequila's face, Xiaolan nodded, "Okay, I'll give it a try."
Conan, with half-moon eyes, held his head... hoping he wouldn't break the boxing machine with a punch.
Walk over to the boxing test machine...
Fuhesh was in full force, scaring away the people around him who were trying to queue up.
The innocent Xiaolan, protected by angels, did not sense Shen'erge's imposing aura, but was puzzled as to why everyone around her had dispersed.
Conan, who is not simple-minded, has the aura of death and did not sense the opponent's aura.
"Let me see..." Tequila observed the numbers on the punching machine. "This is a special weight punching machine. The maximum strength is 400KG. If you want to knock someone out, you need 50KG."
He was somewhat skeptical that Cointreau's young girlfriend could sway the boxing machine.
Xiaolan took a deep breath, her eyes sharpened instantly, she assumed a karate stance, and with a shout, she threw out her right fist.
Bang!
The numbers on the screen kept climbing, and in no time... they reached a dazzling 400.
Tequila: !!!
His eyeballs bulged out at an extremely unreasonable angle.
This isn't Ke Xue's style! There's clearly no trace of training. How could this be?
Is this still human?
"It was quite easy," Xiaolan said, loosening her fist.
“Very good, Lan.” Fuheshen nodded slightly in approval.
"Yeah, Uncle, this should be pretty easy for you." Conan said, looking like a child.
There was no hint of sarcasm in Conan's innocent eyes. This uncle is so strong, and he's a colleague of Shen Gege, so he can't be weak, right?
“Yeah, this should be pretty easy.” Fuheshchen glanced at the agave with disdain.
"Haha, this is indeed quite easy." Tequila chuckled dryly, then looked around and noticed that people around him were pointing and whispering.
He took a deep breath, then clenched his fist, and with all his might, gritted his teeth and threw a punch.
duang!
The number rose to 388 and then stopped.
"Huff, huff... I'm afraid I'll punch this machine and blow it to pieces." Tequila said with a relaxed smile, his tall and straight body upright.
If one can ignore the other person's recent pained expression, their flushed face, bulging neck, still-present varicose veins, and wide, red eyes, then what they said does seem quite plausible.