Chicago, Cassel College.

In a luxurious office, an elderly man sat alone on the sofa.

The old man's hair was gray and there were deep wrinkles on his face, which were traces left by the sharp blade of time.

Although his face was old, there was no dusk in his eyes, and the dress he was wearing had no wrinkles. His back was still wide and thick, like a lion in his prime.

A blue rose was inserted into the chest of the dress, which intersected with the scarlet wine in the old man's hand.

This was a quiet and leisurely noon, and a knock on the door broke the tranquility.

The person from outside seemed to have no idea of ​​saying "Please come in" to the owner of the room. The next moment, the office door was kicked open.

No, it is better to say it is to kick it apart than kicking it open. The huge roar sounded with the sound of tearing wood, and the high-quality solid wood door became fragmented.

“FBI water check meter!”

The voice first entered the house, and then a tall boy came.

The old man's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his glass and took a sip of wine, and said lightly: "My student serves as deputy director in the FBI and has never heard of you."

"Haha...that's a pity..."

The boy's name is Xie Chen, a fourth-grade trainee at Kassel College. I like... well, I'm here to go.

Xie Chen scratched his head. Of course, he did this on purpose, because today's purpose was very clear, and he was smashing the situation.

As we all know, the appearance of a broken game must be shocking.

In the same business, one group just shouted with sticks, and the other group held a watermelon knife in their hands and pressed it on your head and asked, "Is this melon ripe?" Which one is more deterrent?

It must be the latter, and the former has already lost in terms of momentum.

"It's because of that?" Angers put down his wine glass, took out a box of cigars from the drawer, pulled out one, and lit it.

"Of course, otherwise what else can I get out of the dormitory and run so far away?" Xie Chen shrugged.

"Impossible. I won't give you the principal's position when I can move." Anger exhaled a puff of smoke, and B Grammon.

Xie Chen was a little anxious, "Didn't I tell you, it's not good to be honest in retirement at such an old age? Otherwise, I would go to those famous and rich women to dance square dance every day, and why do I occupy such a position?"

Anger shook his head, "Boy, your butt is not hard enough, this position is not so easy to sit."

Xie Chen was shocked. Although this was not the first time Anger said such a thing, he always had a desire to complain.

Principal, is your butt made of Eidman alloy? How hard is your butt to sit in that position for so long?

"Then... offend me!"

Before Xie Chen's words could be finished, his figure rushed forward, his fists were like the horns of ancient chariots, with the momentum to tear everything in front of him.

Angers was not surprised by Xie Chen's sudden attack. The corrosion of time did not make his body slow. Instead, he had an advantage in speed than the young and strong Xie Chen.

He skillfully flipped up from the sofa, tapped his toes on the sofa handrail, flipped in the air and fell behind Xie Chen, and his palm turned into a knife to slash Xie Chen's neck.

This hand knife made a sound of breaking the wind along the way, and no one could ignore the power of this attack.

Xie Chen put one hand on the back of his neck and grabbed the other side with his other hand. He never thought about avoiding, speed was his disadvantage, and the big moves accompanying avoidance would inevitably bring huge disadvantages!

Offense is the best defense.

Anger sideways avoids the claw strike, and at the same time, the knife and Xie Chen's arm, which was protecting the back of his neck, colliding firmly, making a dull sound.

After a thrilling confrontation in the first round, the two took a step back, observed each other's reactions, and looked for the opportunity for the next attack.

"The physical fitness of the brat has been improved again..."

Anger's eyes narrowed slightly. The knife he had just been there could not bear to change to a B-level mixed-race type, but Xie Chen's arms were only slightly rosy and returned to the original bronze color in a few seconds.

"The old guy is really not old... It's not a problem to have a son with his physical fitness..." Xie Chen also observed Anger, his back slightly raised, which was a tight muscle shape.

This is not the first time that he and Angers have had such a confrontation, but every result ends with Xie Chen's failure.

If you deal with this old lion with an elderly outer skin but with young physical fitness, a little underestimation of the enemy will lead to defeat.

Wait...Where did that guy go?

Xie Chen's gaze did not move away from the old man for half a second, but in the blink of an eye, Anger's figure had been lost from his vision.

"Boy, here." Anger's figure had come to Xie Chen's back at some point. He used his legs as a whip and thrust his legs under Xie Chen's ribs.

"Not good!" Xie Chen wanted to stop him, but it was too late. His body turned into a top, rotated 360 degrees in the air before falling to the ground.

If someone else had broken half of his ribs, Angers' leg whip was not so easy to catch.

Xie Chen lay on the ground, no movement.

Angers disagreed, so he sat back on the sofa and said, "Don't pretend to be dead, I know you're fine."

Seeing that Xie Chen had not moved yet, Angers held half of the cigar in his hand and pointed it at Xie Chen's head.

"Hey, old man, it's too much!" Xie Chen quickly turned over and avoided the attack, and was beaten with a leg and he had nothing to do.

Anger narrowed his eyes and said, "The ground is cold, it is not good for the kidneys."

This old guy is of the same kind as Xie Chen. He usually looks like a gentleman, but in fact he is also full of bad things.

"Tsk... an old fox." Xie Chen muttered and got up from the ground, covering the injured position under his ribs with one hand.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Old man, just now... were you using the word spirit?"

"So what? You can use it too. There is no such thing as "Yan Ling in our agreement." Anger's face remained unchanged, as if he was saying something for granted.

"You lost." Angers picked up the wine glass again and said, "I will deduct the money from the door directly from your mission funds."

Xie Chen raised his hand and acted in a contempt position. Those who violated school rules and used zero time to fight in school are all despised! Those who deducted students' tasks were even more despised!

Although he was not happy, Xie Chen walked out of the principal's office slowly, and he could still afford to lose.

The pain under the ribs is constantly weakening. If it weren't for the system, the moment just now would be enough to make Xie Chen lose half his life.
Chapter completed!