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In particular, this ability seems to be very suitable for sneak attacks. Sneaking it out for him without anyone noticing it is much better than taking Janet to attack him.

After all, this kind of situation where I have never been on the scene at all, who has evidence to prove that I did it by myself?

Thinking of this, Su Yang planned to try this ability first: don't suddenly get blinded like the raincoat ability.

Thinking of this, Su Yang gently raised his hands. With his hands raised, all the sounds around him suddenly stopped, and everything was still.

Through the mirror, Su Yang even saw a speck of dust quietly floating in front of him, standing still in the air, not moving at all.

Su Yang also felt extremely heavy, as if a mountain was pressing on him, and he couldn't move his whole body, even his hands seemed to be imprisoned in an iron mold, unable to move!

He gritted his teeth and pressed his hands down with all his strength, only to hear a loud "Boom!" A flash of lightning lit up in the sky, billowing black clouds enveloped him from all directions, and he fell into darkness...

When the light came back to Su Yang's eyes, he found that there was a huge "sand table" in front of him. On the sand table were houses, trees, roads, and people standing still on the street.

And Su Yang himself was in the sky above his own community. In his line of sight, the community he was in was like a building block the size of a candy box, as if he could blow it away with a light flick.

Thinking of this, Su Yang stretched out his hand, only then did he realize that compared to the community, his hand covered the sky and the sun, just like Wuzhishan, and the whole community was like a toy in his hands.

Su Yang tried to move the cell, but the cell seemed to be stuck to the ground, and he couldn't remove it no matter how he moved.

Su Yang hesitated for a moment, and tried to click on a building. Suddenly, his scene shrank and he came to the building.

Like a ghost, he could see all the scenes in the building. He entered a room at random, only to find a familiar person sitting still on the sofa.

She has a baby face, looks a little baby fat, and is cute.

Su Yang looked around the room in a little surprise, and found that the place he was at random was actually Qu Xiaomeng's home. Isn't this a coincidence?

Su Yang looked at Qu Xiaomeng. She was eating Korean sweet and spicy fried chicken with disposable gloves on her hands. Perhaps because of inattention, a piece of fried chicken escaped from her hand and smashed towards her chest.

The moment when time stood still was when she dropped the fried chicken,

The moment when it hit the chest.

Su Yang came up to take a look. According to his visual inspection, the piece of fried chicken would 100% fall on Qu Xiaomeng's clothes, and because of the well-known reasons of Qu Xiaomeng, the piece of fried chicken would probably bounce a few times. Then it was caught firmly by her clothes without falling off.

Hey...this is too sloppy.

Thinking of this, Su Yang waved his hand lightly, and the piece of fried chicken that was still in the air flew back to Qu Xiaomeng's hand automatically.

Huh? It turns out that I can move these items at will without moving?

It doesn't leave fingerprints that way, which is nice.

But... Can I touch objects myself?

Thinking of this, Su Yang pinched the face of Qu Xiaomeng, the cute teacher. Not to mention, the English teacher's face is quite smooth and tender.

Su Yang tugged on Qu Xiaomeng's clothes, and found that he could also tug on her clothes.

This...

Isn't this item too awesome?

If you do something bad, that's fine! ?

But five minutes doesn't seem to do much.

Thinking of this, Su Yang experimented with Qu Xiaomeng again, and found that he could make Qu Xiaomeng move and adjust like an object with just a thought, but it could not exceed the limit of her original body.

For example, Qu Xiaomeng's body is generally flexible, so even if Su Yang asked her to do the splits, she could only go down a little bit, and couldn't do a straight line.

After the experiment, with a thought, Su Yang restored Qu Xiaomeng to its original state. Of course, he did not forget to put the piece of fried chicken back in her hand.

After Su Yang finished experimenting, five minutes ended, and boundless black clouds enveloped him from all directions again, and Su Yang's eyes were completely dark.

...

And the moment Su Yang's ability ended, time returned to normal: Dust began to fall, passers-by began to walk, and the noise of everything came again.

Qu Xiaomeng, who was watching TV and eating fried chicken at home, was also in a hurry to catch the "sliding" fried chicken, but after she opened her teeth and claws for a while, she found that the fried chicken was quietly held in her hand inside.

Her head was a mess, she was a little confused: Huh? I clearly remembered that the fried chicken was out of my hand just now, why is it still in my hand?

I remember wrongly?

Qu Xiaomeng looked up at the sky and thought for a few seconds, but couldn't come up with a result.

But anyway, the fried chicken didn't fall off his clothes, so Qu Xiaomeng, who was always an optimist, stopped worrying about this trivial matter and continued watching TV.

But when she was watching TV, she felt a slight pain in her crotch, as if she had split her fork just now...

And in the building next door to her, Su Yang, who just "saved her clothes" and used her as an experiment, covered his right hand with his left hand, rolling all over the floor in pain: It hurts, it hurts so fucking much!

This broken ability only said that it would break a finger, but it didn't mean that it was true, so it broke with a "crack"!

Although there was no blood, and although the finger disappeared out of thin air like a special object, the pain was real!

Su Yang was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and he took a full rest for more than half an hour before he recovered a little bit, but there were still bursts of heart-pounding pain at the broken finger...

He really didn't expect to test this ability to make him insanely painful. This is much more severe than [Lucky Brick]. Brick slaps the face most, but this one directly breaks his fingers, and the pain lasts for a whole day!

Su Yang was gasping for air, and secretly made up his mind that he should not use this ability casually until the critical time!

As for what is a critical moment, such as dealing with Zhao Xiao...

Su Yang didn't plan to procrastinate any longer: Anyway, he had already broken a finger, and it hurts to break one! It hurts to break two! Fuck him right now while it hurts!

...

At the same time, in Villa No. 1 of Longteng Jiayuan, Zhao Xiao hung up the phone expressionlessly.

Just now he asked a second generation who had a good relationship with him for help, but after learning that he was going to be an enemy of Su Yang, the second generation refused without hesitation, expressing that he did not want to get involved in their affairs.

Everyone is not a fool. Although Zhao Xiao said that he had investigated Su Yang and had no background in the emperor, who would believe it. Who knows if Zhao Xiao said that on purpose. . .

So after probing the reactions of the second generation who didn't have close contacts, Zhao Xiao found that these people whose interests were not so tightly bound could not be relied upon at critical times.

But Zhao Xiao didn't pin his hopes on them from the beginning, he was just taking this opportunity to test it out.

They are unreliable, but it does not mean that people with core interests are unreliable.

So after trying out those fringe second generations, Zhao Xiao helped the glasses on Fu Yinggou's nose, picked up the phone, clicked on the phone book, pulled it down, and then selected a number and dialed it.

"Beep...beep...beep..." The call was connected quickly.

Zhao Xiao, "Brother Liu, yes, it's me, Zhao Xiao. Something happened to our affairs, and someone is disrupting the situation."

"Yes...he has the account books in his hand. I need you to force him for me. Check and check if there is any problem with his taxation. He has three or four companies in his hand, it is impossible that there will be no problems. "

"Okay. Thank you Brother Liu, I will do it as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, he flipped through the phone book and dialed a number again, "Hey, Sister An, I, Zhao Xiao. How do you feel about the pair of male models last time? Not bad, that's good, that's good."

"It's like this. Something happened to us, and the ledger was lost."

"Don't get excited, I've already found him. So I need your help here, see if you can check if there are any problems with fire protection in his companies."

"Okay, okay, don't worry."

After hanging up the second call, Zhao Xiao dialed the third number again, "...Yes, yes. I need you to find a reason, such as obstructing public security, such as provoking troubles, lock him up for a while, give me A buffer time, when the time comes, I will definitely resolve this matter satisfactorily."

"Yes, yes. It's better to lock him up for a while longer. All right, all right. Please take care of yourself."

...

Then, Zhao Xiao made phone calls one after another, each of them was a prominent figure in Modu, involved in various departments of Modu, and they were all aimed at Su Yang and Su Yang's company.

He even didn't forget to call the dealer of Purple Technology, saying that he hoped that he could continue to suppress the stock price, preferably for more than half a month.

With a bunch of phone calls, Zhao Xiao stood in front of the glass curtain wall of the villa, thinking about his plan in a daze, wondering if there was anything he missed.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly thought of the security supervisor inexplicably.

Thinking of the miserable situation of the security supervisor, Zhao Xiao bowed his head and hesitated for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, put down the phone, took out a very delicate mobile phone from the drawer, and then he took out a brand new, unused phone card, inserted it into the in the phone.

Then boot up.

There is only one number in that phone. But Zhao Xiao didn't dial it, but opened the call page and manually entered a line of numbers.

The number was dialed, and a "beep...beep...beep..." sound came from the handset of the mobile phone.

After a while, an angry voice came from the opposite side, "Young Master Feng, call me if there is anything you can't solve? Are you doing well in Shanghai?"

Although he was called Mr. Han, Zhao Xiao was not surprised at all. He said blankly, "I have a good life. Also, don't call me Mr. Han. My surname is Zhao now."

The voice full of anger laughed and said, "Yes, yes, your surname is Zhao now. I heard that you found some incompetent second generations in Shanghai, built a villa, and specialized in black business. If Mr. Feng knew , I guess you really can’t be surnamed Feng.”

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