"Yes, you see, the registration location is written here, right?"

"No, this is the dormitory area. You're going the wrong way."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Frank walked out of the bathroom holding a washbasin and heard a ridiculous conversation coming from the door.

Frank has vibrant blond hair, and looking at his head is like seeing the rising sun.

Of course, most people here don’t call him by his real name; they generally call him “Fresnel”.

After taking two more steps forward, Fresnel slowly stopped. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the somewhat dull voice seemed to be one he had heard somewhere before.

Suddenly, he thought of a person, a guy from the outer city whom he respected.

He quickly placed the basin on the windowsill next to him and rushed to the dormitory door while shouting "Wait a minute".

Sure enough, at the gate where the sunlight was pouring in, he saw the guy he wanted to see.

At this time, Wang Xiao was standing at the consultation office at the gate. The morning sun cast a layer of golden light on his shadow, which made Frank want to give the code name "Fresnel" to the other party.

"Hey, man."

Wang Xiao heard someone calling him, and when he turned his head, he saw a man in flowered shorts and a white vest coming towards him happily.

After confirming that the other party was a superpower whom he had met twice, Wang Xiao smiled.

"Seeing you here, it seems like you've figured it out?"

Wang Xiao nodded:

"Yes, I think only by joining you can I realize my greatest value."

"Should have thought of that earlier, buddy."

Fresnel reached out and gently hit Wang Xiao. The other party's elastic muscles made the thin blond young man's expression freeze. He turned his head to look at the staff at the information office who was about to guide Wang Xiao to register and said:

"Don't bother, buddy. I'll take him there."

After that, the outgoing young man began to chat with Wang Xiao about his thoughts:

“Four years ago, I was just an average student in the outer south suburbs.

"If I hadn't luckily acquired this ability, how could my family live the life we have now?

"Brother, let me tell you the truth. There are almost no disadvantages to joining the direct superpowers except that there is some lack of freedom. Food and clothing are all free. The higher-ups will not deliberately send us to perform missions where we must die. They are not devils, don't you think..."

Fresnel put his arm around the shoulders of Wang Xiao, who was half a head taller than him, and chattered all the way as he took him to the other side of the building to report.

When he was halfway there, Fresnel suddenly patted his head with his other hand.

"Oh, there's something I forgot to tell you. Every superpower in the team has his or her own title. For example, my real name is Frank, but everyone living here generally calls me Fresnel.

"We're almost there, you'd better think of a more suitable one.

"Although there are no hard and fast requirements, the general code name needs to fit one's own abilities."

Wang Xiao's steps did not stop as Fresnel imagined. He continued to move forward and was silent for only two seconds before saying:

"I've thought about it."

"What is it?"

"[Immortal]."

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In an alley in the eastern part of the outer city, seven or eight black gun muzzles were pointing at El from all directions like shower heads.

The man standing at the end of the alley had a huge, hideous scar on his face that split his nose, and a slow-burning short stick between his fingers.

"You're the one who wants our three-block territory right out of the gate?"

The smoke choked El's brows and he frowned slightly. He looked at the mocking figure and said:

"Three was the price just now, now it's six."

"Boy, you'd better ask the person behind you to talk to me in person, otherwise I don't mind bullying a tender little boy like you."

Scarface took a deep puff of the cigarette from the inner city, passed it through his lungs, then exhaled slowly through his nose and began to breathe again.

This is a rare item that comes from the inner city. He usually only lights up half a cigarette when he needs to show off.

The kid in front of him looked like he was not even fifteen years old. Many young people in the outer city started to hang out at this age, but most of them just worked as dogs for some people.

It usually takes several years for a weirdo like this one to appear.

To be honest, Scarface had no interest in him at all. Instead, he was curious about the power behind the kid.

The underground forces in the East District suffered heavy casualties some time ago, which led to him, a second-rate guy from the edge of the South District, taking his men to occupy the territory.

So although Scarface looked very calm at this moment, he was actually a little panicked inside.

He was a little afraid that this young man was sent by some remnant party in the east to test him, but it didn't make sense to use such a young child...

"I just said, there is no one else but me."

El looked the man in the eyes and repeated what he had said very patiently.

"In that case, let's capture him alive and bring him back for interrogation, and we'll know everything."

As Scarface finished his words, a sharp dagger was already against El's throat.

He turned his eyes slightly and saw a tall and thin man with a fierce look on his face.

The man looked to be less than 30 years old and had an ordinary face, but what was most noticeable was his empty left sleeve.

The corner of El's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at the man who was holding a knife against him unscrupulously.

This is his real goal.

"Are you the 'One-Armed Swordsman'?"

El asked tentatively.

The man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his expression became more ferocious. The dagger had already left a bloody mark on El's neck.

It seems that he really doesn't like this nickname.

El didn't care about the pain in his neck. He looked at the man and said calmly:

“Every month there is an order for twenty liters of nutrient solution from the outer eastern part of the city, and I know you bought it.

"It must be very expensive to keep an arm that can never be reattached, right?"

His secret was revealed in public, and the man wanted to cut off El's head with a knife.

But then he heard an offer that he couldn't refuse.

"If I can restore your arm to its original shape, how will you thank me?"

The man's breathing became rapid and hot. He moved his head slightly closer to El and stared at him, trying to find any flaw.

"real?"

"How are you going to thank me?"

El repeated it again, putting a lot of emphasis on the word thank you.

The man gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind:

"If it's true, I, Li Rui, will serve you from now on."

"make a deal."

The young man said calmly, looking past "One-Armed Swordsman" Li Rui to Scarface:

"I have finished my work, you are of no use to me."