The Snapper House is very spacious, and the house is divided into three areas. On the innermost side of the room, an open space is divided, and a mini courtyard is arranged with soil, rocks and small trees.
A high-definition three-dimensional projection is installed above the mini courtyard. A pond is projected in the courtyard, with various koi fish swimming in the water, just like the real thing.
Adjacent to the mini patio is the dining area.
There is a long black wooden table on the tatami, which is enough for ten people to sit at the same time. There are snacks and drinks on the table, which seem to taste good.
The area near the door is the performance area, and the most distinctive geisha performance of the "Wakizashi" bar is being projected at the moment. As long as the price is enough, the performance in the projection will become a real performance.
Moreover, this is a diversified "wakizashi", not a folk experience house. The staff have been strictly trained and know a variety of skills.
Don't you like a girl with a few pounds of powder on her face, covering her face tightly and playing some little scratching games?
No problem, as long as the money is enough, the performer can wash his face right away, take off his belt, reveal a cool outfit, grab the steel pipe standing in the performance area, and perform the hottest hard work nowadays.
However, there were two ladies in the house, so Mo Fan couldn't experience it today.
He sat cross-legged at the dining table and watched a projection. After An Xin and Ebisu finished their greetings, he asked Ebisu:
"What price are you going to offer?"
Ebisu knelt down opposite Mo Fan, held the edge of his glasses with his palm, and said:
"Before specific discussions, some information needs to be told to you in advance. The test of the implanted "neural driving" in the Xituo Laboratory is very complicated. Volunteers who participate in the test must enter the Xituo Laboratory in Tianche City for a month. special tests. "
"In the laboratory, researchers will record all changes in your body and continuously debug the experimental version of the prosthesis based on data feedback."
After hearing this, Mo Fan had already crossed out the option of taking the test.
His biggest secret is that he has a body that has practiced body-training techniques. If he is careful at ordinary times, he can still hide it. Even if someone questions it, he can still use his natural divine power or his precipitated sports skills to deal with it.
But sending it to your door and having someone study it thoroughly from top to bottom, inside and out, is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth. Not only can't you get the prosthetic body, but you also have to put yourself in it.
Even so, he couldn't give in. He touched his chin and pretended to be moved and said, "It sounds like a personal order."
"For drivers, it's really good, but for mercenaries, too detailed physical records are not a good thing."
Ebisu leaned forward, smashed his chest on the table, and moved his face closer to Mo Fan.
"If you really want to pursue a gray profession like mercenary, any commission will be enough to get you a wanted order. The way for mercenaries to protect themselves is to have less contact with the authorities and try not to expose their information as much as possible."
Mo Fan looked confused, "So?"
"So this test is a trouble for you, not a fortune. Transferring it is a win-win for us."
"How about 150,000 federal coins, gaining a friendship, and solving a problem at the same time?"
Ebisu said with a smile, her smile was kind and sweet, revealing the feeling that I am doing good for you from the inside out.
"The implanted "neural driving" is worth 150,000 federal coins. Do you treat me as a villain? "
Mo Fan also moved forward, and the tip of his nose almost touched Ebisu.
The temperature of Ebisu's smile dropped, "But the thing in your hand is just a test qualification, not a real implanted "neural driving". "
"Then I can transfer it to others. There are many people who want it."
Ebisu responded tit for tat: "I promise, as long as I say no, no one will dare to buy it from you."
Mo Fan resumed his sitting position, approached An Xin, and asked in a "whisper" just enough for Ebisu to hear: "Is it still too late for me to slap her two more times?"
An Xin shrugged, "It's enough time."
After hearing An Xin's response and seeing Mo Fan's eager eyes, Ebisu moved back and asked in a girlish tone:
"Xiao Anxin, did you say something bad about me?"
An Xin grabbed a ceramic sake bottle from the table, poured it into his mouth, let out a cheerful breath, and responded slightly drunkenly:
"I told him, you are a jerk."
"I hate it. How can we talk to outsiders about our private matters?"
Ebisu complained a few words, glanced at Mo Fan, and said reluctantly: "For Xiao Anxin's sake, I will give you a friendship price of 250,000."
Mo Fan seemed to have taken advantage and said with a smile on his face: "Then..."
He took action while Ebisu's attention was focused on what he said behind him.
His left hand came out of the hole like a snake and grabbed Ebisu's neck.
As a well-known middleman in Tenche City, Ebisu's status is certainly not just based on his words.
Mo Fan calculated mentally and unintentionally, but Ebisu still reacted.
A faint blue light appeared in her eyes, and rich spiritual energy emanated from her body. The concentration of spiritual energy was even better than that of Ryan's escort, Javi. It was obvious that she had a military combat-type prosthetic body transplanted into her body, and there was probably more than one.
She instantly exploded with a speed that was no less than that of Mo Fan. Her kneeling body fell backwards, avoiding Mo Fan's grasp. At the same time, her two long legs popped out like blades.
The military combat-type prosthetic body formed a sharp energy on her legs. The energy cut the wooden dining table in one piece and moved towards Mo Fan's left wrist from the bottom up.
Ordinary people are kicked by this leg, and when they replace the prosthetic arm, they can have an amputation fee left.
But when Ebisu kicked Mo Fan's left arm, it felt like he had hit an iron plate. He could only cut off his sleeve with enough force, and he couldn't make any progress after that.
Ebisu increased the energy released by the prosthetic body, and released violent wind from his legs, tearing Mo Fan's sleeves to pieces, revealing the mechanical arm that covered his wrists under the clothes.
When Ebisu learned that Mo Fan was wearing an industrial exoskeleton during the competition, he thought it was outrageous enough. Unexpectedly, he underestimated Mo Fan. This guy actually wore an industrial exoskeleton anytime and anywhere.
Is this guy a ox and horse? Isn’t it tiring to walk around carrying such a heavy exoskeleton?
Mo Fan took advantage of Ebisu's stunned moment, put his right hand into the backpack he brought with him, and put on the glove of the robotic arm.
He stood up directly from sitting cross-legged, raised his feet, and used his strength to lift half of the dining table and smash it towards Ebisu.
He caught Ebisu's leg and split the dining table apart. Before he could change his position, he followed up and hit her with a cyber punch in the abdomen.
Ebisu has carefully studied all the scenes of Mo Fan in the Death Race, including the Cyber Collapse Fist.
But seeing it through a screen and experiencing it in person are completely different concepts.
The huge force was like a speeding dump truck hitting her. She flew out uncontrollably, smashing the mini courtyard in the room into rubble along the way.
Relying on the protection of the prosthetic body, Ebisu was not seriously injured and quickly stood up from the ruins.
But the prosthesis protected her body, not her clothes.
The white suit on her body was scratched by gravel, and her long hair was scattered. She took a step forward, her feet tilted, and the heel of her favorite apricot white high-heeled shoes broke.
Just as she was taking off her high heels, the Sea Bream House was suddenly pushed open, and a group of Yamada-gumi boys who heard the commotion rushed in.
Before the younger brothers could make any move, Ebisu frowned and yelled, "Get out!"
"Yes!" The boys all bowed and exited the Snapper House. The last boy didn't forget to close the door.
Taking off his tattered suit jacket, Ebisu took out a box from the corner of the room.
She came to Mo Fan with the box in hand. Not only was she not angry because Mo Fan made him so embarrassed, but her expression became more friendly, and she no longer had the pretentiousness of the salesperson before.
"Then I will use this official version of the implanted "Neural Driving" in exchange for the test qualification in your hand. What do you think of the price? "
