"Oh? What if it is?" Xia Qianqing asked back.
Miyamoto Keiji hesitated for half a second, then bowed in a very gentlemanly manner: "I'm very sorry."
".......You apologized so straightforwardly." Xia Qianqing twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling that Miyamoto Keiji was a psychopath.
Isn't this admiration for the strong too much?
However, Louis is so admired...
A gleam of light flashed in Xia Qianqing's eyes, "Louis is a strong man, right?"
"Hmm? Of course, I can see that Mr. Louis' aura is definitely that of a strong man." Miyamoto Keiji said.
"Do you know the fixed levels of the rookie training camp?"
"Fixed level?" Miyamoto Keiji showed a hint of doubt.
"It seems that you didn't have time to inquire about the news. I can tell you, but you have to promise me first that you will not tell this information to anyone else. At least you have to get my consent, otherwise you will commit suicide in a minute!!" Xia Qianqing exaggeratedly made a gesture of committing suicide.
Miyamoto Keiji waved his hand: "Okay, don't worry, I won't tell anyone else. What is the information?"
"There will be a team competition and we need to form a team." Xia Qianqing said.
Miyamoto Keiji stroked his chin and showed a hint of understanding: "Yoshi!"
He couldn't wait to continue asking: "And then?"
Xia Qianqing kept it a secret and said, "We'll talk about the rules later."
".......At present, Louis and I have formed a team."
After listening to Xia Qianqing's words, Miyamoto Keiji finally understood why Xia Qianqing approached him so early in the morning.
A hint of contemplation flashed across his eyes. He was wearing a serious black suit. The samurai sword suddenly came out of its sheath three inches automatically, and a green glow appeared on the blade.
"If Mr. Louis can compete with me and defeat me, I will admit that he is qualified to lead me!" Miyamoto Keiji said with a hint of determination and seriousness in his eyes.
Xia Qianqing knew that it would not be easy to get the other party to join.
But the other party actually asked to compete with Louis?
He himself admits that Louis is a strong man, so why does he insist on competing with him? Is he looking for trouble?
Xia Qianqing was stunned, "Of course...
She was not worried that Louis could not beat Keiji Miyamoto, as the gap in their numerical strengths was still quite large.
Xia Qianqing checked Miyamoto Keiji's numbers again. They were still the same, generally above twenty-five, and his mental strength was still at ten.
So, the other party really just wanted to compete with Louis???
At the same time, Xia Qianqing soon noticed that Miyamoto Keiji seemed to have said something all along.
Can he sense the aura of a strong man?
Could it be possible that he could judge a person's strength from his aura?
Supernatural powers? Or something else?
"I would like to compete with Mr. Louis." Miyamoto Keiji said excitedly.
Xia Qianqing chuckled and said, "You learn Chinese well."
Miyamoto Keiji continued: "Then we can become a perfect match and work together!"
Xia Qianqing was choked instantly. "Follow the crowd, what do you mean?" "Become corrupt?" I just praised you!
Miyamoto said as he made the samurai alliance gesture.
Xia Qianqing's eyelids jumped, and he held his forehead to correct her: "That word is 'working together'!"
At the same time, Xia Qianqing asked curiously: "You should know that you can't beat Louis, right? Why do you want to spar with Louis?"
"So what if I can't beat him?! Only those who have the courage to draw their swords against the strong are brave!" Miyamoto Keiji said with a smile on his face.
As they were talking, the two walked to the bun shop.
Keiji Miyamoto was very tactful and went to the front to pay.
After eating the buns, the two of them went their separate ways.
But they left each other some extra letters.
Inside the park.
After eating the buns, Xia Qianqing started his daily jogging in the park.
After running, I went to the nearby library and read for a while.
I had something else for lunch.
Anyway, the Night Sweeping Base will deposit one million into their cards every month, so they can afford anything.
There is no consumption burden at all, only digestion worries.
Gradually, the day became clear and the sunset came again.
Xia Qianqing finally went to the park and took a walk. She looked at the beautiful setting sun, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes: "Louis...are you okay?"
She sat on a wooden chair, one hand gently pinching the four-leaf clover beside her earlobe, with a hint of sadness in her eyes: "God of Luck, please bless me. I just got your support. If you die because of an inexplicable mission, I will be so sad..."
"Nothing will happen, right?"
“Crack—”
The four-leaf clover earrings that I had worn for several years suddenly made a crisp sound and one corner broke.
Xia Qianqing's pupils shrank, and he looked at the broken horn in his hand and murmured, "You must be kidding..."
"The four-leaf clover is broken."
......
The day passed by.
Time gradually came to evening.
At this moment, Louis, who had been lurking in the base of the Garden of All Beings for 24 hours, was sitting in the laboratory. Louis was still flipping through the blood-stained diary.
He needs to know the details about Dai Ruilin and Horse Face as soon as possible.
But unfortunately, there are very few records about Horse-face in Dai Ruilin's diary, and it is almost glossed over.
Louis slowly put down the notebook in his hand. He was still wearing the blood-red Shura mask and had never taken it off.
The silence of the laboratory was even more empty and quiet than Louis had imagined.
There was a suffocating silence.
Here, almost the slightest sound can be heard.
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