My cells devour all worlds.

illusion?

Brother Liu's hand, which was pulling the car door, suddenly stopped. He turned his head back little by little, his gaze passing over his own car and landing on the car blocking the road.

As soon as Lu Sheng squatted down, the SUV blocking the road slowly rose up.

Brother Liu slowly opened his mouth wide.

Ah? ? ?

He didn't drink either?!

Brother Liu rubbed his eyes hard and then slapped himself hard across the face.

Is he dreaming?

When Brother Liu looked again, Lu Sheng had already walked to the green belt on the side.

I bent down slightly, and with a soft thud, the vehicle fell, crushing the greenery and landing in the flower bed.

The road suddenly became empty.

Brother Liu remained staring blankly, his mind a jumbled mess, beginning to question the meaning of life.

Who is he?

where is he from?

What is he here for?

Chang Junda wasn't much better off; his eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets.

Just now, right under his nose, Lu Sheng reached out and, like a forklift, lifted and moved a car weighing one or two tons away?

Is this even human?

Is it really not some alien in disguise?

Moreover, didn't I tell him when we got in the car that the videos were just for entertainment?

Chang Junda couldn't help but think back to the last time, when Lu Shenggang told him that he had no real combat ability, and then subdued five knife-wielding thugs that very night.

He suddenly smiled with relief.

The driver was also completely bewildered, even forgetting to smoke his cigarette until he burned his hand before he realized what was happening.

"Sizzling hot..."

The driver's exclamation pulled everyone out of their strange state, and as if waking from a dream, they finally understood what had just happened.

Lu Sheng had already thrown the car blocking his way into the green belt.

He clapped his hands, as easily as if he had only moved two bricks. "Okay, you guys can go now."

"Huh? Oh."

Brother Liu shook his head, only then realizing that he was in a hurry to go back and check on his elderly father.

He quickly got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle.

"Wife and son, get in the car quickly."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Lu Sheng, his expression completely changed.

He swallowed hard. "Um, Master Lu, thank you. Please don't refuse my invitation to dinner next time."

This time, he genuinely meant the title "Master Lu," not just some online nickname.

Lu Sheng smiled and said, "Alright, it's nothing. Go back now."

Brother Liu was about to start the bus, but as soon as his wife and child got on, before the door was even closed, the child's eyes lit up and he began to struggle.

"Superman! It's Superman! Mommy, I don't want to leave, I want to see Superman! Uncle, are you Superman?"

"..."

The child's mother glanced apologetically at Lu Sheng, then, holding the child in one hand, reached to close the door with the other.

The child was a chubby boy who looked about seven or eight years old. He was quite strong and struggled even more violently when he saw this.

"I won't leave, I don't want to..."

For a while, the child's mother didn't close the car door.

Lu Sheng reached out and gently pushed the car door shut. "Shh, you can't become a superhero if you don't listen to your mother."

The child immediately quieted down, looked at Lu Sheng excitedly, and asked, "Then how can I become Superman?"

"Study hard, and when you get into university, you'll be just as amazing as your uncle."

Lu Sheng answered with a smile.

"Really?"

"Absolutely true. If it doesn't work, come find me."

Lu Sheng looked serious.

He definitely didn't say that because the child called him uncle.

He was simply doing it for the child's own good.

Upon hearing this, the chubby child immediately shouted excitedly, "Then I want to go to university! When I grow up, I want to be Superman!"

The child's mother suppressed a laugh and quickly chimed in, "Okay, okay, son, you'll definitely be a superhero someday."

Brother Liu was also grinning from ear to ear in the driver's seat. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he turned the steering wheel and stepped on the gas.

The car drove directly out of the parking space.

Immediately, the car window rolled down, and a voice came out, "Master Lu, goodbye..."

After the vehicle drove away.

Lu Sheng returned to the car.

Before he could reach for the car door, the driver quickly stomped out his cigarette butt and opened the back door for Lu Sheng, a smile plastered on his face.

"Master Lu, please."

This was a truly skilled master; the driver no longer dared to underestimate him.

Lu Sheng nodded, got into the car, glanced at Chang Junda who was still standing there in a daze, and called out, "Young Master Chang, let's go."

Chang Junda then realized what was happening, took a deep breath, composed himself, and got into the car.

As the scenery outside the window rushed past, Chang Junda finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him:

"Brother Sheng, didn't you say the videos were just for laughs?"

He now strongly doubts that everything in Lu Sheng's video is true.

What kind of lifting of stones or breaking of steel bars?

Although reason told him it was impossible, Chang Junda couldn't remain rational at all after seeing Lu Sheng lift the car with just his bare hands.

Lu Sheng looked at him curiously, "Yes, is there a problem?"

This is a huge problem.

Chang Junda suppressed the urge to complain, "You're incredibly strong."

Lu Sheng replied matter-of-factly, "Isn't it normal for martial artists to be stronger?"

That's a load of rubbish.

Is he strong enough to lift a car?!

This is totally illogical!

Chang Junda roared inwardly.

He had heard of professional strongmen who could flip or lift cars.

But lifting it up and lifting it completely off the ground are two different things.

What's more, Lu Sheng lifted the car horizontally like a forklift today, which is simply illogical.

Chang Junda really wanted to say these words, but he immediately realized that Lu Sheng probably understood, but just didn't want to say it.

If the fan hadn't encountered an emergency, he probably wouldn't have seen Lu Sheng display his strength.

Upon realizing this, Chang Junda fell silent.

He originally thought Lu Sheng could break bricks, but he was surprised to find that he also had practical combat skills.

I suspect the other party must possess some real skills.

I thought the issue of exposing counterfeits was my own problem, so I invited him to dinner to ease the tension and try to get some information out of him.

Perhaps we can obtain some useful information.

After witnessing Lu Sheng's exaggerated appetite, Chang Junda realized that Lu Sheng was not as simple as he seemed.

It's getting even more outrageous now.

Chang Junda found himself increasingly unable to understand Lu Sheng; the other man seemed shrouded in a mist, making him impossible to see clearly.

I wonder if what lies beyond the fog is a hill or a towering, awe-inspiring peak.

He was unsure of how to treat Lu Sheng.

They've only had two meals together, so it might be inappropriate to bring it up rashly.

As I pondered, the scenery outside the car gradually receded until it came to a stop.

Before they knew it, they had returned to Lu Sheng's doorstep.

Lu Sheng got out of the car and gently closed the door. "Young Master Chang, thank you for your hospitality. Be careful on your way back."

Upon hearing this, Chang Junda snapped out of his daze and quickly called out to Lu Sheng, "Brother Sheng, wait a minute."

As he spoke, Chang Junda got out of the car, went to the back of the car, opened the trunk and took out a gift bag.

He handed the bag containing the medicinal herbs to Lu Sheng, "I almost forgot, I saw that you were very interested in those herbs last time, so I brought you two more this time."

Lu Sheng didn't answer. "Last time I answered to apologize, so what's the reason this time?"

Although he deliberately showed off his skills, he wanted to obtain enough medicinal materials through Chang Junda to provide energy for adapting to strength and physical growth.

But he didn't take it all for granted.

Chang Junda really wanted to say that he just wanted to make friends, but he felt that it was too fake and not sincere.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and revealed his true thoughts, "I want to learn martial arts from you, Brother Sheng, I..."

Lu Sheng smiled, took the gift bag with one hand, and interrupted the other person, "Come find me tomorrow morning."