The Marvelous Dragon Balls

It seems to be... a second?

Yin Shengte recalled that after he made a wish to obtain Sun Wukong's lifelong knowledge, he immediately sensed his own qi. Therefore, he did not expect that Lorna would not be able to take this simplest step.

Having said that, of course, I can’t say it to hurt people. Because Sainte told a white lie, he comforted Lorna and said: "It also took a long time, Lorna, you are not Chinese, and it is difficult to understand what'qi' is. Normal, there is no need to feel discouraged."

"Ok……"

More than half an hour passed.

"Boss! I feel it! I finally feel it!"

Lorna jumped up from the floor with joy, ecstatically muttering to herself: "This is my anger... so huge..."

Because Shengte secretly wiped the cold sweat, although he did not send much air each time, he was almost squeezed dry after more than 20 consecutive "breath giving". Before this moment, he even had a little bit I wonder if Lorna, a foreigner who knows nothing about Chinese culture, will never be able to sense her own qi...

"Very well, you should familiarize yourself with this feeling first. When tomorrow, you have a deeper understanding of your own breath, we will start to learn'breath shielding'."

She got up because of the Saint's body and left the quiet room to Lorna: "I'm going to prepare to open a shop. You can stay a while to consolidate this brand new feeling, and then come down and start work when you have dinner."

"Okay, thank you boss."

"you are welcome."

Yin Shengte walked out of the quiet room and went down to the restaurant on the first floor. He did some preparations in the back kitchen before pinching the food and opening the door.

At this time, Lorna also walked down the stairs on time, with a weird expression, came to Insent and asked: "Boss, you said that my anger is a hundred times that of ordinary people. If calculated by this standard, what is yours?"

"..."

Because Shengte was silent for a long time, he reluctantly replied: "Three times as much as ordinary people." (In fact, only a little bit more than twice, this grandson is seriously rounded...)

"It's only three times..."

Lorna showed a "sure enough" expression: "I still wonder if the induction is wrong, I always feel that compared with my qi, your qi looks so weak..."

Yin Sheng was quite upset and curled his lips: "I'm not a mutant, of course."

Lorna smiled "hehe", and immediately regained her confidence: "Looking at your appearance as a worldly expert, I thought you were so powerful, it turns out that you are not my opponent at all!"

"Ha ha."

Yin Sheng sneered, and said in a rather dishonest threat: "I think you don't want to learn'breath shielding', right?"

"Boss, you are too mean, you can't make a joke at all."

"Stop talking nonsense! Go work!"

"No guests have come here yet."

"..."

The bickering between the two ended in Saint's silent retreat. After a while, Peter, who had finished school, also hurried over. As time went by, the number of guests in the restaurant grew from scratch. , The three of them quickly fell into a tense busy schedule, and it was not until eight or nine o'clock that Yin Shengte hung up the sign of suspension of business, announcing the end of the day.

Next, it was a calm week. During these seven days, with the magical signature dish of Kung Fu Barbecue, Li's Chinese Restaurant has maintained a very hot business, and the daily net income of Yin Sheng is above 500 US dollars. In the meantime, no matter the Axe Gang, the Shouhehui, or the New York police came to trouble him, and just when he thought that the storm brought by Joey Mitcham had completely passed...

On the morning of the eighth day, a person whom Insint didn't want to contact the most, appeared in front of his shop.

"No way……"

The middle-aged man who entered because Sainte looked at the door,

This middle-aged man with a line of fortune breaking through the sky, with sparse black hair, meticulously combed against his head, wearing a neat black suit, with a gentle smile on his face, looks very harmless. However, if Yinsheng is right, this will be the biggest trouble he has encountered since he traveled to the Marvel world!

Yin Shengte quietly turned on breath sensing and found that although the middle-aged man's breath was still in the category of ordinary people, it was at least half stronger than the average, which was at the top level among ordinary people. This was completely in line with his guess. Match!

"Hello there."

The middle-aged man walked straight to Insant, always keeping a smile on his face, and asked in a warm voice, "Is it Insent Lee?"

"I am."

Yin Shengte greeted him and asked quietly: "You are?"

The middle-aged man reached out from the inner pocket of the suit, took out a black notebook, opened it in front of Insent, and showed his ID and said: "Phil Coleson, FBI agent, I'm here to investigate. Can you talk to you about a case?"

It really is you!Huh, FBI?If you go abroad, have you become the CIA again?You "S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents" just like to play tricks!

Yin Sheng sneered secretly, resisting the urge to complain, pointed to a table in the store and said: "Of course you can, please sit down."

Phil Coleson sat down graciously, looked at Insent sitting across from him, and asked straightforwardly: "Mr. Lee, seven days ago, Joey Mitcham, director of the Rand Group, was in your house. The shop was attacked. There were six assailants. Four of them were subdued on the spot. I want to know who defeated them?"

"If I say I don't know, you will definitely sue me for obstructing official duties?"

Yin Sheng sighed, and had no choice but to admit: "I did it."

Phil Coleson was not surprised at all. He had obviously investigated Insint early in the morning. He still kept a kind smile on his face. From his briefcase, he took out four injury examination reports and put them one by one. He said on the table: "This is the injury report of the four assailants. The least injured of them was also three broken ribs. The forensic examiner believed that he was caught by a vehicle at a speed of more than 60 yards per hour. The car hit the chest head-on, but you and I know that this is far from the truth. May I ask, what exactly did you use to subdue them?"

In Sainte's mouth curled up, facing Coleson's tirade, he replied like golden words: "Fist, or Kung Fu."

"effort?"

Phil Colson narrowed his eyes slightly: "Mr. Li, I have to remind you that if you lie during the process of collecting evidence, it is against federal law."