The Marvelous Dragon Balls

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Yin Shengte recalled that after he made a wish to obtain the knowledge of Sun Wukong's life, he immediately sensed his own qi. Therefore, he did not expect that this should be the easiest step, but Lorna couldn't get out of it.

Having said that, but of course you can't speak out to attack people, because Saint told a white lie, comforting Lorna: "It took a long time, Lorna, you are not Chinese, it is difficult to understand that 'qi' is It's normal, don't feel discouraged."

"All right……"

More than half an hour passed.

"Boss! I feel it! I finally feel it!"

Lorna jumped up from the floor with a face full of excitement, and muttered to herself ecstatically: "This is my anger... so huge..."

Because Saint secretly wiped away his cold sweat, although the amount of qi delivered each time was not much, the "breath giving" more than 20 times in a row almost drained him. Before this moment, he even had a little bit of energy. I wonder if Lorna, a foreigner who knows nothing about Chinese culture, will never be able to sense her own anger...

"Very well, you should familiarize yourself with this feeling first. When you have a deeper understanding of your own qi tomorrow, we will start to learn 'breath shielding'."

Because Saint stood up and left the quiet room to Lorna: "I'm going to prepare to open the store, you can stay for a while to consolidate this new feeling, and then come down and start work after dinner time."

"Okay, thank you boss."

"you are welcome."

Because Saint walked out of the quiet room and went down to the restaurant on the first floor, he did some preparatory work in the back kitchen, and then opened the door with the meal.

At this time, Lorna also walked down the stairs on time, with a strange expression, she came to Insant and asked, "Boss, you said that my anger is a hundred times that of ordinary people, then according to Based on this standard, how much is yours?"

"..."

Because Saint was silent for a long time, he replied reluctantly: "Three times of ordinary people." (Actually, it is only a little more than twice, this grandson has seriously rounded up...)

"It's only three times..."

Lorna showed a "that's true" expression: "I still wonder if I'm feeling wrong, I always feel that compared to my anger, your anger looks so weak..."

Because Saint curled his lips in annoyance: "I'm not a mutant, of course."

Lorna smiled "hehe", and suddenly regained her confidence: "Looking at you look like an expert, I thought you were so powerful, it turns out that you are not my opponent at all!"

"Ha ha."

With a sneer, Saint sneered, threateningly said: "I think you don't want to learn 'breath shield', right?"

"Boss, you are too stingy, you can't make a joke at all."

"Stop talking nonsense! Go to work!"

"No guests have come to the door yet."

"..."

The bickering between the two ended with Saint's silent defeat. After a while, Peter, who had left school, came in a hurry. As time went by, the number of guests in the restaurant grew from nothing to more and more. , The three quickly fell into a tense busyness, and it was not until 8:00 o'clock and 9:00 that Sainte put up a sign to stop business, announcing the end of the day.

Next, it was a quiet week. During these seven days, with the magical signature dish of Kung Fu barbecue, Li's Chinese Restaurant has maintained a very hot business, because the daily net income of Sheng Te is more than 500 US dollars. , During this period, neither the Axe Gang, the Hand Club, nor the New York Police came to trouble him, and just when he thought that the turmoil brought by Joey Meacham had completely passed...

On the morning of the eighth day, a person whom Saint did not want to contact the most appeared at the door of his store.

"No way……"

Because Saint looked at the middle-aged man who pushed the door and entered,

He frowned deeply and said to himself, "It doesn't make sense... I've been keeping a low profile these days..."

This middle-aged man whose hairline breaks through the sky has sparse black hair that is meticulously combed against his head. He is wearing a neat black suit with a gentle smile on his face. He looks very harmless. However, if Insanto guesses correctly, this will be the biggest trouble he has encountered since he crossed into the Marvel world!

Because Saint quietly turned on the breath sensor, he found that the middle-aged man's qi, although still in the category of ordinary people, was at least half stronger than the average, belonging to the top level among ordinary people, which was completely in line with his conjecture. Match!

"Hello."

The middle-aged man walked straight to In Saint, always keeping a smile on his face, and asked in a gentle tone, "Is it In Saint Lee?"

"I am."

Yin Saint came forward and asked quietly, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand from the inner pocket of his suit, took out a black book, opened it in front of In Saint, and showed his credentials: "Phil Coulson, FBI agent, I'm here to investigate a Can I talk to you about the case?"

Sure enough, it's you! Huh, FBI? If you go abroad, will you become a CIA again? You "S.H.I.E.L.D. agents" just like to play tricks!

Because Saint sneered to himself, resisting the urge to complain, he pointed to a table in the shop and said, "Of course, please take a seat."

Phil Coulson sat down graciously, looked at In Saint who was sitting opposite him, and asked straight to the point: "Mr. Li, seven days ago, Joey Meacham, the director of the RAND Group, was in your house. The store was attacked, there were six attackers, and four of them were subdued on the spot, I want to know, who knocked them down?"

"If I said I didn't know, you would definitely sue me for obstructing official business, right?"

Because Saint sighed, he had no choice but to admit: "I did it."

Phil Coulson was not surprised at all. He had obviously investigated Insant early in the morning. He still kept a kind smile on his face. He took out four injury reports from his briefcase and put them down one by one. He said on the table: "This is the injury report of the four attackers. The least injured one also had three broken ribs. The forensic doctor who examined the injuries believed that he was hit by a car traveling at a speed of more than 60 yards per hour. The car hit the chest head-on, but you and I both know that this is far from the truth. Excuse me, what means did you use to subdue them?"

Because Saint pouted, facing Coulson's tirade, he replied eloquently: "Fist, or kung fu."

"effort?"

Phil Coulson narrowed his eyes slightly: "Mr. Li, I have to remind you that if you lie during the evidence collection process, it is a violation of federal law."