American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

Watching Liu Jianyi leave, Zhou Xingxing took out the dimensional briefcase modified by Leonardo da Vinci.

He sniffed, grabbed the box, and shook it violently up, down, left, center, and right like a gambler shaking a dice cup in a casino.

"Eight...nine!"

After shaking it one last time, Old Zhou yelled "Open Sesame!" into the keyhole.

"Click".

The buckle popped open, and I took out my classic three-piece suit, changed into my new Stephen Chow tie, and pulled on the tie. Feeling great!

This is the proper decorum an adult should have!

Two hours later, following the information provided by Liu Jianyi, Zhou Xingxing slipped into the door of a secluded kendo dojo.

After confirming the address was correct, Stephen Chow pushed open the door and entered.

His gaze swept across the set, and he almost thought he had wandered into the wrong film set.

The house was so poor it was practically crumbling.

There was no reception desk, no sofa, and not even a hostess.

In the center of the empty wooden floor, there was a tatami mat, and a woman wearing a black bodysuit sat cross-legged on it.

Right now, he's wiping his samurai sword with a coarse cloth.

"Assassination orders, starting price five million yen."

The woman's voice was flat, and she didn't even look up: "If the target's identity is special, the price will double. Place the deposit and photo on the table next to you."

Five million?

That's several hundred thousand!

Stephen Chow took a deep breath, his eyes glowing eerily green in the dim light, his greedy nature overriding his secret agent skills.

"Wait, girl, is the profit margin in your line of work really that big right now?"

"Have you got your business license? Can you issue official invoices? Does it include tax? This one order of yours is worth several years of my work!"

"Do you take on apprentices? Look at my physique, I'm incredibly resilient, I can handle 996 or 007 work schedules!"

Xuexu looked up. Which mental hospital did this lunatic escape from?

Old Zhou didn't care how fierce her eyes were, and took two more steps forward, saying, "To be honest, business is secondary. I'm here today mainly to ask you about something."

"If the target is some old bastard who's lived for hundreds of years and can spew out six steel claws, would there be a discount?"

Yukio's pupils contracted, and the veins on the back of her hand gripping the knife bulged.

Stephen Chow's heart skipped a beat: It seems this woman really does have an affair with Old Jin... no, there's a story behind it.

"To find out information about him?"

Xuexu snorted coldly, ripped off the white cloth and threw it on the ground, gripping the hilt of her knife in a reverse grip with her right hand. "Your life isn't even worthy of paying a deposit!"

Stephen Chow was taken aback.

Wait a minute, I just asked about the price, why is this woman acting like a cat whose tail has been stepped on?

Is Old Jin's name taboo here?

Before he could figure it out, the silvery-white blade was already slashing down towards Zhou Xingxing's forehead!

Without even a polite greeting, they immediately demanded slices.

No!

We have no grudge against each other, why would you kill me for asking just one question?

Despite the sudden blow, Stephen Chow remained unfazed.

With a twist of his waist, the blade whistled past the tip of his nose.

"Hey! Back off! Back off! Let's talk this out, you crazy woman! Why are you pulling out a knife and attacking people like that?!"

While Stephen Chow was yelling at the top of his lungs without any regard for his image, his "Lingbo Weibu" (a type of martial arts technique) was surprisingly slippery.

Take half a step forward, three steps back, twist left and right, focusing on a stylish and unpredictable movement.

Yukio's blade didn't even manage to touch the hem of his clothes.

"I'm not here to buy his life! I'm a neighborhood committee auntie... ptooey! I'm here to check his household registration!"

Stephen Chow's mouth was like a madman rushing to return a borrowed item.

"That old bastard has a bad memory! He was a womanizer when he was young!"

"He asked me to inquire whether anyone in your area was blind back then and accidentally had a child with him!"

"Our ancestors valued tracing one's roots and returning to one's ancestral lineage. We also have to file taxes and add to the household register at the end of the year!"

The words "give birth" completely enraged Yukio.

"Go to hell!"

She drew a gleaming short knife with her left hand.

He unleashed his dual-wielding style at full power and pounced on Stephen Chow.

The kendo dojo has been turned into a large-scale wood chipping site.

"Snap! Crack!"

The blades flashed and crisscrossed, and splinters of wood flew everywhere.

In contrast, Stephen Chow.

This guy walked through the entire time with his hands behind his back, seemingly gliding through the sword fight as if his feet were oiled.

The long sword was thrust towards his chest, but he dodged the attack by sticking out his buttocks and twisting his hips.

The back of the knife struck his head, but he ducked and even had the leisure to dust off the wood chips and wrinkles.

"Didn't you eat dinner today? Why are you so lenient? Don't come out to work if you haven't eaten!"

"Oh dear, you're getting upset just because I said a few words to you? Why are you so easily angered? Are you constipated? If you're constipated, you need to drink more hot water. Eating raw and cold Japanese food all the time isn't good! This is all wisdom from traditional Chinese medicine!"

"Look at this! You've slashed this floor like this. Is this considered your battle damage or my office expenses? Let's make this clear beforehand, I absolutely refuse to take the blame for this!"

Yukio's eyes were bloodshot, and she was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode.

It transformed into a black shadow and attacked again, its short sword blocking the lower body while its long sword slashed straight at the face.

By testing his opponent's moves, Zhou Xingxing had figured out his opponent's strengths and weaknesses and decided not to continue playing.

He reached out with his right arm and grabbed Yukio's left wrist, pressing his thumb down on her pulse point.

Yukio felt a tingling numbness on one side of her body, her fingers loosened, and the short sword slammed onto the floor with a clang.

Even though she lost an arm, Yukio's combat instincts, honed from years of walking the line between life and death, remained.

She gritted her teeth, and using the momentum of her body twisting, she swung the long knife in her right hand toward Zhou Xingxing's neck.

Stephen Chow grinned and slapped the back of the long sword with his left hand.

The long sword flew out of his hand.

Unable to find his weapon, Xuexu roared and raised her right leg to kick Zhou Xingxing in the lower body.

"Holy crap, you resort to this 'crown-crushing kick' when you can't win? You're incredibly vicious, woman!"

Stephen Chow sidestepped and grabbed her ankle, pulling her backward.

Yukio lost her balance.

She fell forward, and before she could get up, Stephen Chow pressed her back down with one knee.

With a flick of his right hand, the mini dimensional box shook nine times.

"Open Sesame!"

Then, Stephen Chow pulled a large bundle of nylon rope from the dimensional box.

A label was attached to the rope: Da Vinci Specially Made High-Toughness Adaptive Anomalous Creature Containment Restraint

Stephen Chow ripped off the tag and skillfully wrapped it around the neck, over the shoulders, around the waist, and tied it behind the back...

The ropes moved quickly through and tightened around Yukio's body.

"Click!"

The knot is secured.

Yukio, a fearsome figure in the underground assassin world, was tightly bound like a crab ready to be cooked.

His hands and feet were all tied behind his back.

The red nylon rope left striking marks on the black bodysuit.

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

"Shh!"

Zhou Xingxing held up a finger and waved it in front of Xuexu.

"Keep your voice down, disturbing the peace will get you fined."

He looked at the angry "crab" on the ground and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Now that everyone's calmed down, can we talk about Old Jin's romantic entanglements in a peaceful manner?"