Back at Ruyi Office, it was already dawn.
An Xin yawned and returned to her room. She said she would call her during lunch and closed the door.
During this time at Ruyi Office, this was the first time Mo Fan saw An Xin not sleeping on the big sofa in the entertainment area.
The sofa suddenly lacked such a large creature, and it still felt empty.
Back in the room, Mo Fan was not sleepy and took out the firearms and industrial exoskeleton used in the competition, as well as two prosthetic bodies with strong aura from the suitcase.
He gained a lot from this death racing competition. In addition to Porter's reward, he also stole two prosthetics from Rolf.
While in the rest area, he had taken out the prosthetic body and did not take the entire arm home.
Then An Xin would not let him in.
Among the two prosthetics, one is a palm-shaped metal sheet, which is the ballistic regulator that Mo Fan already owns.
However, as the destruction king of the Death Race, the prosthetic bodies used by Rolf are all good products, which are completely different from the cheap ones used by the little leader of the Blood and Bone Gang.
The difference in spiritual energy concentration between the two is nearly double.
The other prosthesis is a metal wrist joint, which is of equally good quality.
The battle in the Death Race stimulated him to accelerate his practice, stabilized his practice during the blood-activating period, and also allowed the spiritual energy in his copper fingers to be absorbed.
The arrival of the two prosthetics replenished his depleted spiritual energy source.
Rolf's ballistic adjuster is indeed a high-end product. After fusion, it allows him to control the ejection angles of two types of bullets at the same time.
His previous low-end product fired continuously in a short period of time, and bullets that landed in the same area could only bounce towards the same angle.
But now, he fired two shots quickly. The two bullets landed in the same area, but they could bounce to different directions according to his control.
The second metal wrist prosthesis is similar to a shooting stabilizer. It can make his hand holding the gun more stable and the joints more flexible and durable. It is a perfect match for the ballistic adjuster that requires flicking the wrist when using it.
Feeling the active spiritual energy in his body, Mo Fan felt relieved.
If there was no battle, these two prosthetics would be enough for him to practice for half a month.
After practicing until noon, he drove out to buy some fast food.
Returning to Ruyi's office, he knocked on An Xin's door. Two minutes later, a sleepy An Xin opened the door.
Mo Fan put his elbow on the door frame and asked: "Miss An Xin, do you want to have lunch first, take a shower first, or eat me first?"
"have lunch."
Due to the limited capacity of the backpack, An Xin didn't drink too much last night, and it was rare that he didn't have a hangover.
After finishing lunch, I turned on the TV, and the press conference of the Death Speed Racing Team was being broadcast on the screen.
Members of the technical and operational departments of the competition team lined up to apologize for the technical mistakes.
The standard 90-degree angle, the sincere apology, and the guilty little eyes were all clearly crafted with absolute craftsmanship.
After the press conference, there was a replay of last night’s post-match interview. Mo Fan replayed his interview and felt that the 150,000 yuan was not in vain.
After that, An Xin watched a talk show of Easy Brother's campaign. When the time came to three o'clock in the afternoon, An Xin turned off the TV and took him out of the house.
Mo Fan wanted the reward of winning the championship, but he also didn't want to conflict with the forces behind the Quicksand Team. In last night's game, when entering the first maintenance point, he asked An Xin to release the news.
As long as the price is right, he can give up the championship reward.
After the game, on the way home, the middleman from Tianche City who Vartan said had great powers approached An Xin and said he wanted to meet Mo Fan.
The time is about this afternoon.
An Xin drove her red off-road vehicle and drove Mo Fan towards the edge of Yefeng Town.
Mo Fan looked at An Xin and asked, "What do you think of that guy named Ebisu?"
An Xin threw a piece of chewing gum into her mouth and said, "I'm very good at putting on airs. I always like to imitate the dressing style of those company dogs. Oh, and also, my drinking ability is not as good as mine."
"Do you know each other?" Mo Fan asked in surprise.
"It's considered acquaintance. We had been in contact with him for a while when we stayed in Tianche City before."
Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, feeling that An Xin was even more mysterious.
"What is Ebisu's personality like, and what style should I use to communicate with her?"
"That woman has a typical Sakurajima character, a wild dog in human skin. When facing the weak, she would like to break the opponent's bones and suck out the marrow. When facing the strong, she will be docile and humble. Even if you kill her whole family, she will still give in. Here’s a hot towel, and I apologize for making you tired.”
Similar to Mo Fan's previous world, there once was an area called Sakurajima on Azure Star.
It's just that during the extraterrestrial war, the impact of the war caused the volcano on Sakurajima to erupt, and the entire island was silent. The people of Sakurajima became refugees and dispersed and integrated into other areas.
Mo Fan: "What should we do specifically? Bow to each other first when meeting?"
An Xin replied seriously: "I suggest you give her two slaps when you meet her. That way the negotiation will go much smoother."
From the moment he introduced Ebisu's character, An Xin was inexplicably venomous and seemed to have a strong opinion of Ebisu. Mo Fan asked carefully: "Is there any conflict between you two?"
An Xin denied: "Contradiction, of course not. I like to be friends with Sakurajima people the most. They have good tempers and are generous."
"Before the extraterrestrial war, the Sakurajima people were the only ethnic group that could withstand nuclear bombings and forgive each other from the bottom of their hearts. I can't say that to others, because I can't do it anyway."
The red SUV was parked at the "Wakizashi" bar in the business district.
The "Wakizashi" bar is owned by the Yamada-gumi in West City. Even if there are no gang members standing guard at the door, no one dares to come and cause trouble.
Generally, business talks in town will be held here.
As they entered, a stout, fat man with a scar on his face and a big red koi carp tattooed on his chest stopped the two of them.
"It's not even business hours yet."
An Xin said with a cold face: "We have an appointment with someone, Snapper House."
After hearing this, Fatty Scar immediately bowed, stepped aside, and said respectfully: "Please."
A young man came up to them and led the two of them towards the Snapper House.
It was still early and there were not many customers in the store yet. The waiters were cleaning the place. When they saw the two people walking by, they would take the initiative to bow.
This posture, this angle.
Those who came out to apologize from the Death Speed Race team seemed to want to come here to exchange and learn.
The younger brother opened the door of the Snapper House and bowed away.
Inside the house, Ebisu was already waiting inside in advance.
Ebisu has delicate features, light makeup, long hair neatly tied behind his back, pink lips, and an approachable smile that makes people feel like they are in spring breeze.
In terms of appearance alone, she is not inferior to An Xin.
If the sassy and unrestrained Anxin is a rose, then Ebisu is an elegant daisy, with the vitality of a girl and the calmness of a mature woman.
As An Xin said, Ebisu likes to dress like a company dog.
Wearing a full white suit, apricot white stilettos, and rimless glasses, he looked like a standard business elite.
If he hadn't known her identity in advance, Mo Fan would have thought she was the CEO of some big company.
"Ebisu, you still like this disgusting outfit." An Xin greeted her friend whom she hadn't seen for a long time in a friendly way.
"We haven't seen you for so long, can't you be gentle to me?"
Ebisu stepped forward and wanted to give An Xin a hug, but An Xin dodged him.
Mo Fan couldn't bear to see Ebisu embarrassed, so he opened his arms.
Ebisu smiled and hugged him generously.
"I watched your game yesterday. You won beautifully, but Gareth and the others didn't lose unfairly."
"Thanks."
"You must already know the reason why I'm looking for you. My client wants your place in the implanted "neural driving" test. "
