Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 6 I called the police, and Xu San answered the phone in front of me
"are you OK?"

After the eldest courier rushed forward to meet Mo Yu, the third courier rushed to the second courier in two or three steps to check his wound.

"I'm afraid the shin bone was broken by that blow from the stick. This kid's kung fu has reached the point where his internal energy is transformed into strength. With the blessing of his internal energy, that mop stick is no different from an iron mace."

A few drops of cold sweat ran down the courier's forehead.

If he hadn't stopped Mo Yu just now, his life would have been lost.

"Tsk, at this age they can already achieve internal strength, how did they train? No wonder they are called aliens, they are all a bunch of monsters."

The third courier looked at Mo Yu, who was fighting with the eldest courier, with emotion. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "The punches this kid threw at the beginning had the shadow of Taizu Changquan, and the one when he pushed away the eldest courier's grasping hand was a bit like Tai Chi. What do you think?"

"How do I see it? I'll lie down and see it."

The courier brother leaned against the wall of the alley and rolled his eyes. Then he said seriously, "It must have some connection with Wudang. The internal force of the stick I was hit with is a bit like Wudang's soft force, but it's a soft force with strong toughness. If it were the hard force of the Vajra Sect, my shin bone would probably be broken in two."

"Alright then, now that I've pretty much figured it out, I won't waste any more time. Just go up there and get a beating, and that's it for the three of us. Just wait for my paid vacation."

The third courier brother arranged the second courier brother's place and couldn't wait to rush over to deliver the package. He was even thinking about where to go during his sick leave.

"Brother, let me help you!"

Mo Yu, who was fighting fiercely with the big courier, noticed the second courier rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye.

While dodging the courier brother's punch, Mo Yu followed his fighting instinct and hit him with a stick.

Then the eldest courier saw that the third courier was blocking the stick with his forearm, which he could have easily dodged.

Then this guy retreated to the side of the courier brother, holding his broken arm, and lay down against the wall together.

"Brother, this guy is fierce. My right arm is injured and I can't stand the long fight. I am here to protect you, second brother. Please fight with all your strength."

The third courier yelled.

After all, they are all equipped with monitoring devices. Even if the leaders turn a blind eye, the subordinates have to at least pretend.

The courier was so angry at this scumbag that veins popped out on his forehead.

Mo Yu guessed something from the courier brother's deliberate act of giving away his life. His sense of crisis was no longer as strong as before, and he automatically exited the fighting frenzy state.

It was not until this moment that Mo Yu suddenly realized.

When he knocked down the courier, there was no one guarding the alley entrance.

At that time he could start to run, but after entering the battle berserker mode, the concept of run was no longer in his mind.

Now that his rationality has returned and his IQ has regained its upper hand, Mo Yu is also enjoying the fight.

The main reason is that if the fight continues, his body will not be able to bear it anymore.

He immediately stopped paying attention to the courier and turned around and ran out of the alley.

The courier was stunned.

No, buddy, you're leaving now. I'm not injured yet. I'm on paid leave!
He was beaten every time he showed up for work, and there was no paid leave yet.

The courier brother naturally couldn't let Mo Yu go like that, so he immediately chased after Mo Yu, and his fighting spirit was even higher than before.

"Kid, you want to run away without knocking me down? No way."

He was about to run out of the alley.

Mo Yu dodged the powerful palm strike from the courier brother by leaning sideways, and with a flip of his wrist, he struck upward with his sword, causing the courier brother to stop and retreat.

He wanted to be injured, not buried. The sword was aimed at his neck, so he had to dodge it.

But as he dodged, Mo Yu had already rushed out of the alley. The courier stopped at the alley entrance.

Looking at the densely populated streets, I suddenly felt my temples swelling.

In the end, it was the courier brother who came up with an idea. He found a stick and broke his forearm. We are all hard-working workers, and the inspection department will not be too strict. As long as it can be justified, it will be fine.

After rushing out of the alley and running for two or three hundred meters, Mo Yu stopped.

It wasn't that he was tired, nor that he didn't want to run, but a small truck with the words "Go Anywhere" spray-painted on the carriage stopped in front of him.

"Drip! Drip!"

The car horn honked twice, and then the window rolled down, revealing a gentleman-looking man wearing glasses: "Get in."

"No buddy, I don't even know who you are. Why are you looking for me? How did I get into your car?"

Mo Yu threw the wooden stick aside, shrugged, and said with an embarrassed look on his face.

The basic framework of his internal force circulation took less than twelve hours to build.

No matter how perfect the internal force circulation designed and constructed by the hero Mo Yu was, the internal force gathered in such a short period of time was pitifully small, even if Mo Yu temporarily stimulated his potential and forcibly squeezed out a lot of internal force from his body.

The battle just now was enough to exhaust him. If he continued to fight, the internal energy circulation in his body would collapse!
Moreover, there is no luck route with embedded cotton palms, so it is forced to use it directly.

Not only did the power fall short of expectations, but Mo Yu actually had a lot of internal injuries accumulated in his body.

This is also one of the important reasons why he stopped fighting with the courier brother and ran away directly. He was really exhausted.

However, only Mo Yu himself knows this.

In the eyes of the three couriers and Xu San, Mo Yu's own consumption may be some but it will not be very large.

Because from Nadutong's perspective, Mo Yu is an extraordinary person who has been practicing since he was a child.

According to common sense, the length of time he can fight is calculated in hours.

Who would have thought that Mo Yu's internal force framework had just been constructed in less than twelve hours?
"My name is Xu San. I'm the assistant to the head of Nadutong's North China region. My main job is delivering packages, and I occasionally check water meters for Uncle Hat."

Xu San handed Mo Yu an ID through the car window, then waved his phone screen at him. "Also, you called the police, right? Pretty discreet. No need to call secretly, just ask openly. We're a legitimate state-owned enterprise."

"Ah ha ha ha ha."

Mo Yu scratched his head and took his hand out of his pocket. The screen of the phone he was holding showed the words "calling".

This is really embarrassing. Who in this court is suing me?
The embarrassing scene of forcing one's own voice to play out of Xu San's mobile phone.

Mo Yu still asked the police again, and after confirming that the state-owned logistics company Nadutong did have certain law enforcement powers, he obediently sat in the passenger seat.

"Hey, sir, it's not that I don't believe you, I just want to confirm."

A man can bend and stretch.

Before his martial arts skills are trained to the point where he can withstand a nuclear bomb head-on, it would be better for him to behave himself when facing a state machine of the level of the University of Tokyo.

In particular, the strength of the three couriers in the alley has told him that there are extraordinary powers in this world, and they are in the hands of the country.

"Don't be nervous. I just want to have a cup of tea with you and ask a few questions."

Xu San said seriously while driving.

Mo Yu was still a little restless.

After all, he had broken the bones of two of the three big brothers in the alley. If he were to be charged with assaulting a police officer, he would probably be stuck in jail for the next ten years.

(End of this chapter)