Lin Yufei looked at him without saying a word. He slowly pulled out the Tang sword, held the tip of the sword, and handed it to a soldier. After the soldier took the sword, he looked at the scabbard on his waist, indicating that it was dangerous.

Pin. Lin Yufei smiled slightly, raised his hand, snatched the Tang sword instantly, put it back into its sheath, and then put the sword and sheath back into the soldier's hand.

The soldier felt that his eyes were dazzled, his wrist was numb, his hand was light, and then heavy again. When he looked down, he saw that the Tang sword had been put back into the scabbard and appeared in his hand at the same time.

After a series of actions were completed, the other soldiers reacted. All the guns were pointed at Lin Yufei at the same time, and cold sweat broke out on everyone's head.

The series of actions of grabbing the sword, sheathing it, and sending it back again were too fast, almost unhuman. If he wanted to harm the general, ordinary soldiers would not be able to stop him.

This writer is a top-notch dangerous person!

Realizing this, the soldiers felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

The muscles on Strick's face moved, he waved his hands, and forced a smile and said: "Writer Yu, don't be offended, soldiers are more sensitive. Just follow me."

Seeing that Strike did not let the soldiers off their guard at all, Lin Yufei secretly despised the general. At the same time, he followed him as if no one else was around, as if all the soldiers did not exist.

As the general entered a conference room, the big screen in the conference room was showing comics page by page, as if they were the works of Lin Yufei. A young man in a wheelchair had his back to everyone, watching intently.

Strick asked Lin Yufei to sit down and said to him with a smile: "Writer Yu, this is my son. He is a fan of your books and he must come to see you today. You see he is a poor child, let him see you

Let's talk about business later." After saying that, he leaned into the young man's ear, whispered a few words, and then stepped aside.

The young man slowly turned around and looked at Lin Yufei with a smile on his face.

"You like my books very much?" Lin Yufei asked.

The young man nodded.

Seeing that the young man did not speak, Lin Yufei asked doubtfully: "I'm sorry, are you unable to speak?"

The young man looked sad and nodded slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you have all my books?"

The young man looked proud, nodded, and then looked at General Stricker who was standing next to him. The general was confused and looked at him doubtfully. The young man's face showed an anxious look.

"Do you want my autograph?" Lin Yufei smiled.

The young man's face was filled with joy. General Stricker next to him immediately took out a pen and paper and put it on the table.

Lin Yufei waved his pen, then pushed it in front of the young man's eyes and said: "Put it away, I don't write much with my own hand."

Strick immediately put away the pen and paper and stepped aside.

"What else do you want? I can satisfy you with everything I can do." Lin Yufei looked at the young man with a kind expression.

The young man blinked and motioned to his father.

With a happy face on his face, Strike walked next to Lin Yufei and said softly: "Writer Yu, my son's greatest wish is that you can be a guest at home."

Lin Yufei smiled after hearing this and said: "It's an honor for me to be a guest at my book fan's home. It's absolutely fine. Then, General, can we get down to business?"

"Yes, Writer Yu. In fact, the purpose of inviting you here is very simple. We know that you are a fighting master, so we hope you can come and give guidance to the boys here." Strick smiled and took out a knife at the same time.

He handed a document to Lin Yufei and continued: "Look, this is an agreement. The remuneration has been stated. If you are satisfied, you can sign it."

Lin Yufei took the agreement, browsed it quickly, nodded to express his satisfaction, and signed his name on the back of the agreement.

Schick picked up the agreement, read it carefully, smiled with satisfaction, put it into his bag, and said to Lin Yufei with a smile: "Writer Yu, now that our work is completed, do you think you can satisfy it?"

My son’s wish? He has a lot to say to you, and they are all on the computer at home."

"Okay, General, shall we leave now? As a writer, I am so excited to be invited by book fans." Lin Yufei stood up impatiently.

The young man's eyes were filled with excitement. Stryker hurried over to push the wheelchair, and the three of them left the conference room.

Outside the conference room, Shi Jike personally took the Tang Dao from the soldier and handed it to Lin Yufei.

Lin Yufei pulled out the knife, checked it carefully, and then hung it in its sheath on his waist. He followed the two generals and got into a luxury Cadillac.

The general's home is in a slightly remote suburb, and it took more than two hours of driving to reach the door. This is a typical American-style villa. The main structure of the house is made of wood, exuding the unique fragrance of wood.

Entering General Stryker's house, Lin Yufei was taken directly to the boy's room. There were not many furnishings in the room, but it was filled with large color pages of mutants fighting aliens, and even a mutant was summoning on the bed sheet.

The pattern of thunder and lightning. Obviously, this boy is a die-hard Yu fan.

The young man gestured with his eyes to Lin Yufei to open the computer, saying that there were some questions he wanted to ask him.

After the computer is turned on, there is a very eye-catching text file on the desktop, titled "What I want to ask Writer Yu"

After opening the file, there are three questions above.

The first question: Does Writer Yu have super powers?

Lin Yufei looked at the boy and said, "Yes, I have super powers."

Second question: What is Writer Yu’s super power?

Lin Yufei thought for a while, picked up the pencil sharpener on the table, and lightly scratched his finger, and the wound healed quickly.

There was a look of confusion in the young man's eyes.

The third question: Are all the mutants written by Writer Yu his friends?

Seeing this question, Lin Yufei smiled and said: "There are thousands of mutants in my works. I don't know them. Some of them are based on the prototypes in the news, and some are just imaginary."

At this time, the voice of General Stricker came: "dinner is served, you can chat after eating." The general was wearing an apron at this time, standing in front of a table of sumptuous dishes.

Lin Yufei pushed the boy downstairs, looked at the table full of delicacies and said, "How can you eat this?"

"These are all requested by my son, but not all of them are made by me. I am not that capable. Most of them are customized by the restaurant." General Strike smiled, took the wheelchair from Lin Yufei, and pushed the boy to

At the dinner table, he motioned to him not to be polite and just enjoy it.

After not eating for most of the day, Lin Yufei really felt that he was a little hungry at this time, so he sat down as he was told. Schick poured him and himself a glass of brandy each, raised his glass and said: "Writer Yu, thank you for the honor. First of all

Here’s a toast to you, you’re welcome, just treat me like I’m at home.”
Chapter completed!