Even if this guy Zhakang only said this name, Lynn felt that it would lead Clark in a bad direction.

In order to prevent a bad student like Zhakang from contaminating a good student like Clark, Mr. Lin En decided to go to the meeting alone and go alone to find Zhakang who was hiding where he didn't know.

To this end, in response to Clark's after-class tutoring, Teacher Lin Neng, who decided to go on a long trip, decided to leave Clark with a unique after-class homework.

"Lin, you said, let me practice under this lake? Is this necessary?"

Lynn took Clark to find a relatively remote mountain lake. Although the weather was not very warm at this time, I thought about it and knew that the lake water must be cold and biting. If people get into the water, it might be more painful than lying on the ice.

However, since the person who went into the water was Dachao, this problem would not exist.

If such a cold lake can do anything to Dachao, Lin En won’t have to worry about how to deal with the eight-year-old in the future.

"That's right!"

Lin Neng shamelessly told Clark about a lot of stories about nourishing qi between pine and bamboo, and practicing under the mountain waterfall, which fooled Clark, who didn't know much about street stall literature.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a ball made of pig iron from his pocket, pushed it with his hands a few times, and threw it into the lake from afar.

"You've been playing football in this lake before I come back to find you.

Well...Don't kick the ball badly, pay attention to the strength and be strong and soft. This is your first step in controlling your strength."

Then, after Lin Neng said a lot of mysterious theoretical knowledge that he couldn't quite understand, he patted Clark on the shoulder, took the kitten, and turned around and left the lakeside.

As he crossed a hill covered with pine needles in the distance, Lynn turned around and peeked at it. Clark was no longer by the lake.

OK. This is what it has already started.

Preliminary fooling... After educating Clark, Lynn left directly. Zakang was erratic and often habitually went to places where no one was doing some mysterious things. It was not easy to find him on his own initiative.

However, Lynn has his own way.

……………………

Xinxing Port, a special port where small freighters enter and exit only at night.

This place is not too far from the port where Lynn met Zakang for the first time. After wandering around for a day, Lynn chose her target here.

In a brightly lit house, through more than a dozen windows of different sizes adjacent to each other, the entire port can be clearly seen.

This is a "greenhouse" specially built by a vibrant social group that controls this place, used to live for the boss who wishes to watch his own property and power at all times.

At this time, the boss Matt Ryan, who owns every inch of land, every coin, and every life of this port, was sitting leisurely by the window, using special cigar cuts to cut a top-notch cigar that he had intercepted.

ka. ka.

A voice came downstairs.

"Pololev! If you can't handle that broken fan well, I promise that the remaining three fingers of your left hand will leave your hand tomorrow!"

After Matt Ryan roared, the annoying voice stopped ringing.

He heard someone dragging something downstairs, probably the people downstairs finally knew that it was not that important to endure some heat or cold compared to his anger.

He took out the blowtorch to heat the cigar body. He couldn't understand the meaning of this operation very well. It was just that he had the honor to meet Cadet Kamain Falco once when he was paying the "tax".

The boss at that time, facing the small leaders of all places, all over the room, sat behind a spacious table, and his cigar cut without saying a word was deeply engraved in Matt Ryan's mind.

What kind of majesty and momentum is that...

Slowly holding the cigar in his mouth, Matt Ryan couldn't extricate himself from his fantasy.

"Cough! Uh... Cough cough!"

Because the cigar was slightly damp, Matt Ryan, who tried this kind of thing for the first time after sucking it, was caught.

He got up and went to the small table next to him to pour a glass of wine for himself, but found that the wine in the bottle had been drunk by himself yesterday.

"Pololev! Ahem... Raymond! Jansen?! Are you all dead? Can't you hear me? Get me a bottle of wine right away!"

Dingdengdeng...

Someone walked up the wooden stairs, walking in a hurry, panicked and anxious.

"Damn..."

The wine glasses on the table were filled with them, and Matt Ryan cursed and decided to finish the drink first before teaching these guys who didn't understand the rules and had no awe.

Standing by the window and holding onto the cold wooden sill of the windowsill, Matt Ryan coughed twice and slowly drank the glass of Chinese wine.

The gurgling sound of water was heard, it was the sound of a high-lifted wine bottle and pouring wine into a glass.

He turned his head in surprise and saw that the person who had just poured his wine was standing in front of another window not far away, holding a glass of amber-colored wine.

"Well... your cigar is terrible, but the wine is pretty good."

"You...you are...you are not...! How are you..."

"Calm down, I won't hurt you. I just want to ask you to do me a favor."

The man turned halfway, and Matt Ryan saw his half face hidden in the night, and his other bright eyes that were glowing brightly on his shoulders.

What a terrible two-headed monster!

Just one step closer to him, Matt Ryan took out Remington, who was hiding under the table, and there was a bang.

"It's over..."

Holding a broken wine glass in his hand, the amber wine fell down to the ground along his hand.

Matt Ryan saw a large piece of blood on the man's chest, but he didn't care at all, but he was more concerned about the broken wine glasses and the spilled wine in his hands.

“…What a pity…”

"Madman...monster...go to die!"

Matt Ryan pulled the trigger again, but...

A finger blocked the muzzle.

So the barrel exploded, and the smoke, fire, and the pungent smell of gunpowder were heard all the time.

"Hiss...! Which bastard told me that this would not hurt my fingers!"

"Meow~hahaha, big fool Lynn."

After shaking his bloody fingers twice, Lynn angrily picked up Matt Ryan who was sitting on the ground, and tilted his hand to pause him on the chair.

Two more pistols were pulled out from under the table, one stuffed into Matt's mouth and the other pressed against his thigh.

Bang.

"This time, you broke the wine glass I was using and the muzzle in my chest."

Lin Neng slowly pulled the hammer of another pistol with his fingers, looked down at the other party's bloody thighs, and whispered: "Now, can you communicate well?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Matt Ryan nodded wildly.

"very good."

Lynn slowly took the pistol away, and while pulling out a small steel ball from his chest, he placed the saliva-filled pistol on Matt Ryan's hand.

"Now...hiss...I want you to find a scum for me.

People like you...hiss... should be very good at finding such talents."

A tingling sound rang out.

Lynn raised his hand and stretched out his fingers, and small steel beads fell on the floor and rolled to Matt Ryan's feet.
Chapter completed!