2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The man in the suit got up from the ground in a daze and muttered: "I really lost consciousness at the time. That kid is really strong."

Squirrel took off the silver watch from his wrist and threw it on him: "Room 302 on the second floor, go and let the guy out from the hidden compartment behind the closet."

"Okay." The man in the suit nodded, then leaned forward, rested his forehead on the floor, and stuck out his butt.

I have to admit that he has a good figure, with amazing curves between his perky hips and strong waist.

"What a midnight omen." The squirrel chewed his teeth.

"Pfft." Ma Kaicheng laughed from the side, the fat on his face trembling.

"Open the cuffs first, you bastard!" The man in the suit yelled, face down: "I still have an ability suppressor on my head, so I can't break free from this coil."

However, at this moment, the door was suddenly knocked again.

Squirrel was very cautious and didn't speak, and looked at Ma Kaicheng next to him. The latter understood and shouted loudly: "Who?"

A familiar voice came from outside: "It's me. I left in a hurry just now. I forgot to retract the ability suppressor and coil on your bodyguard's head."

"Go inside and hide." Ma Kaicheng whispered to the squirrel, and then responded with a louder voice: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

He walked to the door and waited for a moment to make sure that the squirrel was hiding, and then opened the door.

"Why so slow?" A man wearing a mask and dark brown glasses walked in, it was Yan Muyun.

Ma Kaicheng laughed dryly and said: "Haha, just now... it was not very convenient."

"Is there someone hiding in the room?" Yan Muyun was keenly aware of something as soon as he entered the door. He looked around suspiciously, and finally narrowed his eyes towards the corridor leading to the bedroom.

"Then..." Ma Kaicheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and put on an awkward smile: "After all, we have to go in tomorrow."

"Tsk, we just left for a few minutes." Yan Muyun curled the corners of his mouth under the mask, but didn't say much.

Now he has some understanding of the nature of Peach Blossom Spring. He knows that the women who work here are basically voluntary, and there is nothing wrong with charging money to provide services. He is too lazy to take care of it.

He squatted down and first took off the ability suppressor on the head of the suit bodyguard sitting on the floor. Then when he was about to untie the coil on his wrist, he saw the other person's hands turned over for some reason. But he already held the coil in his palm.

"Here." The man in the suit handed the coil over expressionlessly.

Yan Muyun took it and put it in his pocket, and said with a smile, "Your powers are really interesting."

Only then did he take a serious look at the other person. He was slightly shorter than himself, had short black hair, and strong features. He was about 25 years old, and he was considered a talented person.

Yan Muyun asked casually, "Why do you want to be a bodyguard for such a person? You have good abilities. Wouldn't it be better to work in the Special Branch or the Special Investigation Division?"

The man in a suit said coldly: "Don't bother, I make much more money in this business than you do."

"Oh, by the way, try to see if you can pass through this." Yan Muyun decided to take this opportunity to satisfy his curiosity. He turned his right hand with his palm facing up, and three silver hexagons joined together were suspended in mid-air. .

"Why should I cooperate with you?" The man in the suit twitched the corner of his mouth twice and said impatiently.

Yan Muyun controlled the silver barrier to float right in front of his face and said with a smile: "Punch here. If it hits my face, it doesn't count as you attacking a public official. It counts as my overconfidence."

The man in the suit was obviously moved. The red swelling on his forehead was still aching. How could he easily let go of this opportunity for revenge?

He hesitated at first, then said viciously: "If you get hit, it's none of my business."

Yan Muyun raised a finger and said with a smile, "You only have one chance."

"Okay." The man in the suit gritted his teeth and got into a boxing stance.

Yan Muyun, on the other hand, stood very relaxed, with the silver barrier suspended a few centimeters in front of his face. He spread his hands flat, signaling to the other party not to hold back his hands.

Ma Kaicheng, who had been silent for a long time, raised his hand and wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it for a while, he finally said nothing.

The man in the suit adjusted his breathing, moved his shoulders, and then with a soft shout, he punched out quickly.

boom.

"Hiss..." He gasped, swung his wrist hard, and grimaced in pain.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Yan Muyun said in a brisk tone, waving his hand to disperse the silver barrier, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the mask.

As of now, his own abilities are still unbreakable.

Seeing how proud he was, the man in a suit snorted coldly: "No matter how powerful the power is, it still depends on who uses it."

"Not convinced?" Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows, his tone a little excited.

Ever since I took the genetic potion, I don't know what happened, but my originally kind and gentle personality seemed to be becoming more and more bellicose. But he didn't hate this feeling. Instead, he vaguely felt that this was the real him.

The man in the suit tilted his neck and looked provocative: "Sometimes, you may not have the chance to use your powers. In that case, even ordinary people can easily knock you down."

"You don't even need superpowers, how can you use both hands?" Yan Muyun curled his fingers.

In today's unusual era, everyone with superpowers has a sense of pride in their hearts and feels that they are different from ordinary people. What's more, both of them are young and vigorous, and sometimes a little spark can cause conflicts.

"Just don't say I attacked the police then." The man in the suit narrowed his eyes slightly and resumed his boxing stance.

"Of course not." Yan Muyun had never learned any fighting skills, so he simply struck a pose as shown in the TV series.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more extreme, Ma Kaicheng blushed with anxiety, as if he was afraid that if the other party was beaten today, he might take the opportunity to retaliate when he was arrested tomorrow.

The man in the suit jumped lightly on the spot a few times, his body flexible and light, and he first made a few test jabs. However, the opponent was indifferent. He didn't even raise his arms to try to block. He just tilted his head casually.

Seeing that his feint was ineffective, the man in the suit flashed a ruthless look in his eyes, and the speed of his feet suddenly increased. He bullied himself forward, and then followed up with a powerful and heavy punch.

Yan Muyun raised his left arm to block the punch, and his right palm slashed across the carotid artery of the man in the suit like a knife. The latter rolled his eyes and fell to the ground softly.

This counterattack was extremely fast, clean and neat, without any unnecessary moves. It was of a good enough quality to be recorded and posted online as a self-defense tutorial.

It's just that compared to other teaching videos where people are specifically asked to cooperate, he easily used it in actual combat.

"How's it going?" Yan Muyun turned his head and looked at Ma Kaicheng next to him.

The middle-aged man looked confused. Seeing the other person looking over, he shuddered and gave a thumbs up in a hurry: "Awesome, so awesome."

"There is another thing now..."

"I have never practiced fighting, please let me go." Ma Kaicheng thought that the other party was itching his hands, and he was about to cry without tears.

Yan Muyun was speechless: "What do you think I am, a fighting maniac?"

"No, no." Ma Kaicheng responded on the surface, but secretly thought in his heart, your performance just now was not fighting enough?

"I just suddenly discovered a problem." Yan Muyun adjusted his tie, his eyes behind dark brown glasses were bright:

"I just moved a few times, and the suit has some wrinkles. It's really inconvenient to move around in this thing. And since you called the 'service staff' over, why are you still so neatly dressed? While waiting, A normal man would at least take off his coat and stuff."