This guy Zha Kang, even just saying this name, Linn felt that it would lead Clark in some bad direction.
In order to prevent a bad student like Zha Kang who was obviously sitting next to the trash can from contaminating a good student like Clark, Teacher Lin En decided to go to the meeting alone and find Zha Kang who was hiding somewhere.
Therefore, in response to Clark’s after-school tutoring problem, Teacher Lin En, who decided to travel far away, decided to leave a unique after-school homework for Clark.
"Lin, you want me to practice under this lake? Is this necessary?"
Lin En took Clark to find a relatively remote small lake in the mountains. Although the weather was not very warm at this time, thinking about it, he knew that the lake water must be bitingly cold. If someone went into the water, it might be worse than lying directly on the ice. pain.
However, since the person who entered the water was Dachao, this problem did not exist.
If such a cold lake could do anything to Da Chao, Linn wouldn't have to worry about how to deal with the eight-year-old in the future.
"That's right!"
Lin En talked shamelessly to Clark about a lot of stories about cultivating qi among pines and bamboos, and practicing martial arts under mountain waterfalls, which fooled Clark, who didn't know much about street stall literature.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a pig iron ball from the pocket on his belly, shook it a few times with his hands, and threw it into the lake from a distance.
“You just keep playing football in this lake until I come back here to find you.
Hmm... don't kick the ball badly. Pay attention to the strength and softness. This is the first step to control your strength. "
Then, after Lin En talked about a lot of mysterious and mysterious theoretical knowledge that he couldn't quite understand, he patted Clark on the shoulder, took the kitten, and turned around to leave the lake.
When they passed a hill covered with pine needles in the distance, Linn glanced back and saw that Clark was no longer at the lake.
Appropriate. This is already in the water.
Initial fooling... After educating Clark, Linn left directly. Zha Kang's whereabouts were erratic, and he often habitually went to uninhabited places to do mysterious things. It was not easy to find him actively.
However, Linn had his own solution.
………………
Xinxing Port is a special port where small cargo ships only come in and out at night.
This place is not too far from the port where Lin En first met Zha Kang. After wandering around for a whole day, Lin En chose this place as his target.
In a brightly lit house, through a dozen windows of different sizes adjacent to each other, the entire port can be seen clearly.
This is a "greenhouse" specially built by the dynamic social groups that control this place. It is used to house bosses who want to keep an eye on their property and power at all times.
At this time, BOSS Matt Ryan, who owned every inch of land, every coin, and every life in this port, was sitting leisurely by the window, using a special cigar cutter to cut a top-quality cigar that he had intercepted.
Click. Kaka.
There was a sound coming from downstairs.
"Porolev! If you don't handle that broken fan properly, I guarantee that the remaining three fingers of your left hand will be out of your hand tomorrow!"
After Matt Ryan roared, the annoying clicking sound stopped.
He heard someone dragging something downstairs. It must have been those people downstairs who finally realized that enduring some heat or cold was not that important compared to his anger.
He took out a blowtorch to heat the cigar body. He didn't understand the meaning of this operation very well, but he was lucky enough to see Carmine Falco's cabinet once when he was paying "taxes". Down.
The big boss at that time was sitting behind a spacious table in front of a room full of small bosses, cutting cigars without saying a word, which was deeply engraved in Matt Ryan's mind. in mind.
What kind of majesty and momentum is that...
Slowly putting the cigar in his mouth, Matt Ryan was immersed in his own fantasy and couldn't extricate himself.
"Ahem! Uh...ahem!"
The slightly moist cigar didn't store well, so after the first puff, Matt Ryan, who was trying it for the first time, was hooked.
He got up and went to the small table next to him to pour himself a glass of wine, but found that the wine in the bottle had been drank by himself yesterday.
"Porolev! Ahem...Raymond! Jason?! Are you all dead? Can't you hear me? Get me a bottle of wine right now!"
Kick, kick, kick...
Someone walked up the wooden stairs, walking in a hurry, panic and eagerly.
"damn it……"
The wine glasses on the table were filled, and Matt Ryan cursed, deciding to finish the wine first and then teach these guys who didn't understand the rules and have no sense of awe a lesson.
Standing by the window, holding on to the cold wooden edge of the window sill, Matt Ryan coughed twice and slowly drank the wine in the glass.
The sound of gurgling water sounded. It was the sound of lifting a wine bottle and pouring wine into a glass.
Turning his head in surprise, Matt Ryan saw that the man who had just poured himself a drink was standing in front of another window not far away, holding a glass of amber-colored wine.
"Well...your cigars are in pretty bad shape, but your wine is pretty good."
"You...you are...you are not...! How did you..."
"Calm down, I won't hurt you. I just want to ask you to do me a favor."
The man turned halfway, and Matt Ryan saw half of his face hidden in the night, and the other pair of bright, glowing eyes on his shoulders.
What a terrifying two-headed monster!
Just taking a step closer to him, Matt Ryan took out the Remington hidden under the table, and there was a bang when he went up to it.
"It's over..."
He held a broken wine glass in his hand, and the amber liquid fell to the ground along his hand.
Matt Ryan saw a large amount of blood on the man's chest, but he didn't seem to care. He was just more concerned about the broken wine glass in his hand and the spilled wine.
"...What a pity..."
"Madman...monster...go to hell!"
Matt Ryan pulls the trigger again, and yet...
A finger blocked the muzzle.
Then, the barrel of the gun exploded, and there was smoke, fire, and the pungent smell of gunpowder, mixed with screams.
"Hiss...! Who the bastard told me this won't hurt my fingers!"
"Meow~ Hahaha, big fool Linn."
Shaking his bloody fingers twice, Linn angrily picked up Matt Ryan, who was lying on the ground, and put him on a chair with a raised hand.
Two more pistols were pulled out from under the table, one was put into Matt's mouth, and the other was pressed against his thigh.
boom.
"This time, it was you who broke the wine glass I was using and the muzzle of the gun on my chest."
Linn slowly moved the hammer of the other pistol with his finger, looked down at the other party's bloody thigh, and said softly: "Now, can you communicate properly?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Matt Ryan nodded wildly.
"very good."
Linn slowly took the pistol away, casually pulled out a small steel ball from his chest, and put the saliva-covered pistol into Matt Ryan's hand.
"Now...hiss...I want you to help me find a scumbag.
People like you...hiss...should be very good at finding people like this. "
A tinkling sound rang out.
Linn raised his hand, stretched out his fingers, and small steel balls fell to the floor and rolled to Matt Ryan's feet.
