But now, Zhang Lei can clearly feel that the status of the Bureau of Foreign Experts is declining. The Bureau's warnings are no longer intimidating, because the Bureau's own survival is in question. This is the third such warning in the past few days.
"We can't stay here any longer!" There will only be more and more people like this coming. Zhang Lei can handle them all, but it's still quite annoying.
Despite the changes in the environment, self-examination has been less affected, and it remains the strongest among superpowers, especially when combined with Zhang Lei's superhuman physique.
Although Zhang Lei's internal energy wasn't particularly profound due to special circumstances, and its instantaneous enhancement effect was relatively low compared to other internal energy cultivation methods, the assistance of self-assessment—which allows for the full utilization of each internal energy particle—could completely compensate for the gap.
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On a stormy night, inside a suburban villa, seven or eight burly men were clinking glasses and chatting in a lively atmosphere.
"Brother Wu, have you heard? Director Li, who's always been protecting us, is dead. I heard he died on his mistress's belly!" The speaker had shaved sides, with only a row of hair in the middle standing up like a rooster's comb, making a deep impression on anyone who saw him.
"I know, that old geezer, he kept telling us that forced love is never sweet, but his love was sweet. Well, what happened? He died on a woman's belly!" The guy called Brother Wu couldn't compare to Xiao Bailang in terms of size, and that was all. But if you only listened to his voice, you'd definitely think he was a handsome man, a top-tier one at that. His voice was magnetic, powerful, and even had a deep bass effect.
"Yeah, Brother Wu, you're right. Damn it, B isn't sweet, why should we care if it's sweet or not? Brothers, don't you agree?" Chicken Crest raised his glass high. "Brothers, let's drink to Brother Wu's timeless words!"
"Cao Cao is right! Cheers to Brother Wu's famous saying!" Several men in the villa's hall got excited. "Brother Wu, when are you going to take us on another job? We've been so bored these past few days!"
Wu Ge, who occupied the entire double sofa, patted the armrest. "I've only started to pay attention these past few days. I know you guys have all noticed the changes in yourselves and think you're the best in the world. But have you thought about it? It's not just you guys who have these changes. That girl from last time had the same thing. If Cao Cao hadn't reacted quickly, we might have all gotten our eyes pecked by that little swallow!"
"Brother Wu is right, we brothers will all listen to you!" This is obviously flattery, and not very well at that.
To their surprise, applause rang out from outside the window. Strangely, the applause penetrated the soundproof double-glazed windows, drowning out the noise inside the room, and clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Well said, well said! I didn't realize you fatso actually had a brain!" The voice outside the window was deliberately made magnetic, trying to make sure Wu Chen's voice didn't steal the show.
"Who goes there? Come out!" Wu Chen jumped up from the sofa, and the whole villa seemed to shake a few times.
"You should probably say 'come in,'" The voice outside the window sounded extremely calm, but Wu Chen's heart trembled a few times. He didn't know when he had heard this voice before, but he had heard this tone before. Only someone with overwhelming power would use such a condescending tone.
Wu Chen remembers clearly the first time he heard that tone. After that, he was practically someone else's puppet. During that time, even when he went to a woman, he had to do it according to the requirements, at a specified time and place. It was not like he was playing with women, but more like he was working.
However, what that person taught him was still very useful. If it weren't for his guidance, Wu Chen would probably have been arrested by the police long ago. It's just that that person has basically disappeared for the past year. Fortunately, Wu Chen has learned his methods and is no longer the naive young man who acted purely on instinct.
"Could that voice be that person's? It doesn't seem like it. Maybe it was sent by that person again?" Perhaps it was because the voice sounded too sophisticated. If he hadn't been unable to imitate it properly, Wu Chen would have wanted to learn it himself. That person had assigned two subordinates to act as liaisons, and they had also learned this tone, but they were clearly not as good as the person outside the door.
Wu Chen couldn't quite describe her feelings; it was as if she hoped he would reappear, but also as if she hoped he would never interfere in her life again.
The person outside the window didn't give him any more time to think. The tempered glass, along with the thick steel bars, flew in, while the person seemed to barely move, only taking a small step forward.
Episode 4: An Eye for an Eye, a Knife for a Teeth - Chapter 72: Hello, Old Classmate (Part 2)
Zhang Lei carefully examined Wu Chen. "Ah, we should have met before, we definitely have!"
"Nonsense, I was your classmate for all three years of high school!" Wu Chen was a little angry.
He didn't know that Zhang Lei had only spent about six months with them; the rest of the time he was either on missions or in a daze.
During that period, Zhang Lei did not lose his memories, but he naturally wouldn't bother to recall the unimportant ones, and Wu Chen was naturally one of those unimportant memories.
"I really didn't expect it. The serial rapist that the police have been searching for so long without success is actually right under our noses." Zhang Lei didn't stand on ceremony and kicked a young man off a sofa before sitting down on it himself.
"But I don't understand. Even rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows, so why would you kill the rabbit in our class!" Zhang Lei's eyes instantly turned blood red, just like a rabbit's.
This is a very bad habit that Zhang Lei has developed over the past eight years. Once he has murderous intent, his eyes turn red. Zhang Lei knows that this habit is quite bad. When he has murderous intent, in addition to scaring people, it is best if there is nothing unusual about it. He is also gradually correcting this bad habit, but how easy is it to correct a habit formed over eight years?
"Rabbit?" Wu Chen was taken aback. "You mean Kong Liang? I didn't kill her. Why are you asking me? Go ask the boss!"
"Hehe, boss? Who is it!" The red light in Zhang Lei's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the whole room seemed to have turned red.
Wu Chen, who had just sat down, immediately jumped up. "Weren't you sent by the boss?" His expression changed and became very ugly.
"Did I ever say I was sent by some boss? I am my own boss, and no one is qualified to be my boss!" Zhang Lei said this with great bravado, but it was also tinged with bitterness.
As the saying goes, "A long illness tests filial piety." In this world, only parents can guarantee to protect you after a long illness. Zhang Lei may also have Liu Ning, so Zhang Lei's love for Liu Ning will be unparalleled by any other woman.
Parents who go bankrupt trying to pay for their children's medical treatment are a common sight, but how many people have actually seen parents go bankrupt trying to pay for their parents' medical treatment? Even if their children, who have grown up and started their own families, were willing, their parents would most likely not agree.
Liu Yun was qualified to be the leader, but he died long ago; Linghu was also qualified to be the leader, but he stopped paying attention to Zhang Lei five years ago; if Tianxiao had stayed by Zhang Lei's side, Zhang Lei would have felt that there was nothing wrong with giving way to a woman, but she left too, even earlier than Linghu.
"You!" Wu Chen pointed at Zhang Lei, not knowing what to say. He wanted to kill him to silence him, but the question was, did the people here have the ability to do so?
Wu Chen had received the internal energy cultivation manual from that person more than eight years ago, and he had been making his way in the world for a while. He wasn't a complete novice, and he wouldn't think he was the best in the world just because he had learned a little bit. Based on Zhang Lei's ability to easily send the stainless steel fence flying, he was certain that everyone inside combined wouldn't be a match for Zhang Lei. Moreover, if Zhang Lei didn't have a way to protect himself, how could he have entered alone and acted so arrogantly?
Some people are born to be the center of attention. Everyone in the hall was focused on Zhang Lei and Wu Chen, as if they had nothing else to do but watch them.
“Brother Wu, since he’s not someone sent by the big boss, why waste words with him?” Cao Cao was the first to stand up, but before him, another young man rushed to Zhang Lei’s side.
"Being young is great, so energetic!" Zhang Lei said, sounding like a frail old man, but his movements showed no signs of aging.
The young man who rushed over seemed to have awakened his superpower. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be about to put his hand on Zhang Lei's head. It should be some kind of close-range superpower. Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to show his superpower.
A bright light seemed to flash in front of Zhang Lei, but no one in the room except Zhang Lei could see what it was. However, everyone saw the consequences of that light.
There are all sorts of superpowers in the world, especially in this era of superpower explosion. No one can guarantee that they are immune to all superpowers. No matter how strong you are, if the other party succeeds, you may still be subdued.
Zhang Lei is not a risk-taker, so for safety's sake, he cut off the young man's outstretched hand, believing that his superpower was not to use the severed hand as a missile.
Perhaps Zhang Lei was being a bit too cautious. He was worried that the young man was so close to him and still had one hand, so he casually made a cut on the other hand as well.
Perhaps Zhang Lei moved too quickly, because everyone only noticed the cold glint in front of him and the hoof that fell off during the movement.
As the young man screamed and tried to support his broken wrist with his other hand, his other hand fell off due to his movement. At that moment, everyone, including himself, realized that this hand was also broken, except for Zhang Lei.
Not a drop of blood spurted from the two bare wrists; only the pulsating blood vessels, twitching muscles, stark white bones, and slightly yellowish bone marrow were clearly visible at the break points.
Of course, it was Zhang Lei's good intentions that helped him seal the wound with his internal energy. Once that internal energy dissipates, and since he himself doesn't have the same ability to use internal energy as Zhang Lei, he'll probably start having two small geysers. Don't underestimate the systolic pressure of the heart.
There was no internal energy on the two hands, including parts of the wrists, on the ground. Zhang Lei didn't waste that much energy. However, without the compression of the heart, the blood inside just slowly seeped out, slowly staining two small red flowers on the blue carpet on the ground, making them look much more three-dimensional than before.