Hidden Corner

Chapter 274 274 Choice Two

Renguan's blond hair has become dirty, like a yellow rag.

The key is that face, which happens to be the handsome man Li Chengyi saw just now, the handsome man who drugged Zhao Xiaoli.

"It's you?"

Li Chengyi glanced around. The walls were covered with splattered blood, and the wounds on the opponent's body had been bandaged with considerate treatment.

 But his inquiry was destined to receive no response.

The handsome man raised his head, as if he felt someone was coming in front of him, and showed his full face.

His eyes were gouged out, and blood flowed from his ears.

 Apparently neither seen nor heard.

“.” Li Chengyi was speechless, turned around and walked out.

　　I saw the bustle and bustle of Korean during the day, but the night was full of blood and cruelty.

Just as he reached the entrance of the alley, two tall men holding black machetes blocked the exit.

 The two of them glanced at him, seeming to judge something.

 A few seconds later, the two of them made way for each other and waved their hands silently.

Li Chengyi suddenly understood, walked out of the alley quickly, and blended into the crowd of people on the street at night.

 Early the next morning.

 He came to Catherine's Bar again.

 Same location, same people, same honey and milk.

Zhao Xiaoli also came, taking her original seat next to him. "Hi."

She still wore a mask and greeted him with a smile on her face.

“That man was crippled yesterday, was it you who did it?” Li Chengyi sat down and asked.

 “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Zhao Xiaoli shook her head.

Li Chengyi suddenly felt that the milk was a little sweet. He looked up at the bartender serving them and found that the bartender had also changed.

“Are you looking for the bartender from before?” Zhao Xiaoli asked.

“Well, today’s drink is not as good as yesterday’s.” Li Chengyi said.

 “He is dead.” Zhao Xiaoli smiled.

"died?"

“Well, I was hit and killed by a car driven by some good people who saw rough roads.”

"." Li Chengyi looked at the other party, obviously talking about the dead person, but there was no trace of heaviness or solemnity on Zhao Xiaoli's face, only happiness.

 “Why?” he asked.

 “Because he saw it but chose to remain silent.” Zhao Xiaoli said.

"Why is this? He doesn't deserve to die." Li Chengyi frowned.

 “Brother Li, have you heard of this sentence?”

"What?"

"When there are very few people in the world who agree with you, then get rid of the people who don't agree with you. Then you will only have friends who have the same three views as you. The world will be beautiful," Zhao Xiaoli said with a smile.

 Li Chengyi was speechless.

But taking a closer look at the girl in front of him, it seemed that she met his criteria for finding the Holy Infant.

 He thought for a moment.

“But you will encounter many, many enemies. You may also be injured or die.”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as each of us good people kills one bad person every day, the world will become a better place.”

I always feel like there is something wrong with this sentence “.”

 Li Chengyi was speechless.

 “Are you not afraid of death?” he asked.

"I'm not afraid. Life itself is boring anyway. Death may not be eternal sleep, but reincarnation, and going to other different planets and worlds to live a different life. Sometimes I'm quite looking forward to it when I think about it." Zhao Xiaoli still smiled.

 But now Li Chengyi has clearly felt that something is wrong with her.

 He has met many people in his life, but this is the first one who is so twisted and abnormal.

Even the White Skeleton does not have such a distorted outlook on life.

 But isn’t this better? It just meets the selection criteria of the Holy Infant.

 He pondered for a moment.

“But there are too many bad people in this world, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t do much by yourself.”

“Yes. Sometimes I do feel very powerless.” Zhao Xiaoli nodded in agreement.

“Have you ever thought about making yourself stronger instead of relying on the strength of your family?” Li Chengyi asked.

"Yes, I've been exposed to flying instruments, fighting skills, firearms, fighter jets, etc. But none of them have reached the level I want." Zhao Xiaoli sighed.

“They, everything, require the cooperation, help, and assistance of many people. They cannot purely implement one person’s will. Once the team behind it gives up support and maintenance, I can’t do anything.”

 Obviously, she has also been restricted by others.

“So, only your own strength is the fundamental way to survive.” Li Chengyi said softly.

  “That’s right.”

“Since you have ideas, financial resources, and resources, why not come and learn boxing from me.” Li Chengyi suddenly said.

 “Learn boxing?”

"Yes, I can see that you are a good person with ideals and ambitions. In this era, good people are always criticized for not understanding and misinterpreting. So the better you are, the more power you need!" Li Chengyi said.

“Brother Li, do you think your fighting skills are very strong?” Zhao Xiaoli asked doubtfully.

 “If you’re not strong in fighting skills, it’s always the people who are strong.” Li Chengyi said.

 He picked up the milk and drank it in one gulp, turned around and left his seat, leaving the bar.

Zhao Xiaoli was left sitting aside, lost in thought.

Not far from where the two were sitting, a girl with short hair was quietly listening to their conversation with her head lowered, sweating all over her body.

What is Zhao Xiaoli? It's obviously Zhao Xianrou!

 Among the entire young generation of Korean-speaking aristocrats, there are only four people who are the most disgusting and scary.

 Among them, Zhao Xianrou ranked third.

　　She is a neurotic lady who is well-deserved to be moody and will kill people at every turn.

The key is that this guy is extremely talented and is very good at flying instrument combat and spear skills. No one knows how strong she is, but she was assassinated several times by fifth-level assassins and was strangled without even seeing her face. One can imagine how powerful her hidden power is. And now, a mysterious man from out of town suddenly said that he wanted to teach her fighting skills?

 Dazhuang's mind was racing with thoughts, and he didn't know what to say at all.

She wanted to get up and leave, but her strong curiosity made her stop and continue to observe and eavesdrop on Zhao Xianrou.

 Unfortunately, after Li Chengyi left, Zhao Xianrou did not behave abnormally. She just drank milk quietly by herself, seeming to be thinking about something.

Ten minutes later, a tall man in a silver jacket walked into the bar and whispered something beside her.

“Go and prove that if he is as good as he says, he is still a good person.”

"If not, then he is a bad person. Anyone who cheats is a bad person and must be dealt with." Zhao Xianrou said lazily.

 Good people will not lie.

 She has always believed in this.

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　　On the street in Korean language.

Li Chengyi just came out of the bar and looked at the silver aircraft flying in the air. For a moment, he felt confused as to where he was.

 Silver streets, silver buildings, and the swirling Milky Way. A half-human, half-machine passerby.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 bang.

Suddenly, a burly bald man in front of him, wearing a metal exoskeleton, like a mantis lying on his upper body, quickly approached him.

 The man's right arm drooped, and a metal mace popped out, trembling slightly.

 The sound just now came from there.

“?” Li Chengyi stopped and looked at the other party in confusion.

The bald man had no intention of speaking, so he stepped forward and raised his right hand.

The soft energy exploded, and his arm instantly exploded at an exaggerated speed, hitting Li Chengyi's head hard at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 bang.

The mace hung in the air in front of Li Chengyi.

 Stiff and motionless.

 “School fighting skills?”

Li Chengyi grabbed the opponent's forearm with one hand. No matter how hard the opponent struggled or used, he couldn't move at all.

 “Let go!” The bald man immediately understood that he had kicked an iron plate and looked horrified. "My master is."

　　Bang!

His neck was tightly held by a big hand, and his whole body was slowly lifted up by the huge force and hung in the air.

 The next words naturally cannot be spoken.

“Threats are reserved for the weak. Do you ask for mercy?”

Li Chengyi exerted a little force, and there was a cracking sound, and the bald man's neck bone broke instantly.

Such an injury would have led to death in the past, but here, as long as the treatment is timely and appropriate, the patient will have to lie in bed for a few months at most.

 Throwing the person aside, Li Chengyi straightened his sleeves, walked away slowly, and walked towards the hotel.

at dusk.

 He came to Catherine's Bar again.

 “How? Have you thought about it clearly?”

 He was still sitting in his previous seat, with Zhao Xiaoli on one side.

“You are quite powerful, but if you want to be my teacher, this is not enough.” Zhao Xiaoli shook her head and smiled.

 “What is enough?”

“The limit of fighting skills is genetic modification to the extreme, which is much different than flying machines and modified humans. So I don’t think it’s worthwhile to spend time and energy on that.”

 “I’m different.” Li Chengyi shook his head.

"What's the difference? The assassination fist in the martial arts, the Prison Dragon of Longxu Sect was like that when he was the strongest. Are you stronger than him?" Zhao Xiaoli asked back.

 Longxumen?

Li Chengyi instantly understood that the other party had investigated him.

"Since you know that Prison Dragon is my teacher, you should know that he was no longer my opponent a long time ago." Li Chengyi looked calm.

 “Is that so?” Zhao Xiaoli smiled even more happily. "But I have also learned fighting skills and entered the Yanxing Bagua Sect. If you want to be my teacher, you have to ask them if they agree."

 She picked up the milk and took a sip.

“You know, in this Chaoyu, there are countless schools that want me to join them and become one of their disciples.”

“It seems you still don’t understand.” Li Chengyi’s eyes darkened. "It's not that I want you to learn, but I'm giving you a chance."

"Really? But for me, there are too many opportunities in this world. If it is not the strongest, then to me, the rest are garbage." Zhao Xiaoli said with a smile.

 “What a pity.” Li Chengyi closed his eyes, picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. "Originally, you were supposed to be one of the best candidates, but now, I have changed my mind."

 He left his seat and walked toward the door.

 What he needs is a Holy Infant who can respect his teachers, not a lunatic like Zhao Xiaoli.

 So the selection this time must be changed.

 Zhao Xiaoli sat alone and sighed.

 “A good man will not make a beautiful and lovely lady like me angry.”

 “Miss, do you need to send someone to deal with him?” A woman in a blue suit approached from the side.

“No, Brother Li is still a good person, but not as good as before. Killing him would be too much.” Zhao Xiaoli thought for a while.

“Isn’t he proud of his martial arts prowess? Send an invitation to his teacher. This year’s Jiwu fierce competition is about to begin. It is required that Ryusumen must participate, otherwise the school’s privileges will be revoked.”

The Extreme Martial Arts Competition is a large-scale national competition organized by many martial arts schools in Yi State. It is a large-scale competition used to screen out strong elites and recruit them into the military as a talent reserve.

This competition is not only concerned by the military, but also by many dignitaries, who regard it as a small entertainment project.

 Hence, there are also many spin-off industries such as gambling.

 The schools that have gained the strongest terms will generally gain the apprenticeship of many noble children and talented flying instrument masters.

  After all, although fighting skills are getting weaker and weaker, they are still very important as a close supplement to the flying instrument master.

Hence, the top sect among them is also related to the Thirteen Flying Streams in the flying instrument world.

"The Extreme Martial Arts Tournament does not allow the use of any mechanical or electronic equipment, only pure flesh and blood. Didn't he say that he is very strong? Let's see how many levels he can pass through the Long Xumen." Zhao Xiaoli said with a smile.

 “What if he is really strong?” asked the woman in a suit.

"That doesn't matter. No matter how strong your fighting skills are, what does it matter? Fei Yi's chops are all nonsense." Zhao Xiaoli raised her eyebrows.

 (End of this chapter)