Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

On the second floor of the newspaper office, a fat president with a Mediterranean hairstyle wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and paced back and forth holding a communicator.

"Where's the family? Why haven't those mafia thugs arrived yet?!"

The president threw a stack of documents on the assistant's head and said angrily.

"President," the timid assistant bent tremblingly, his voice weak. "The head of the Terlin family said that they had just signed the White Chrysanthemum Treaty, and he didn't want to be the first to harm the infected."

"Coward! Damn it, I pay so much protection money every year, but I'm just a loser."

The fat-waisted president glanced out the window and happened to see his own wreath. He was almost irritated by the singing headshot.

"We must find a way to get out of here!"

Looking around, just as he was about to take his assistant to cover the rear, the sound of someone breaking down the door fell upon his ears.

Turning around, he saw the family thugs in black suits appear in front of him.

"Convey Madam Sicily's order. The Red Wine Newspaper must immediately apologize to the Integration Movement and Mr. Chen Zhou. From this moment on, the Red Wine Newspaper is prohibited from circulating within the territory of Syracuse."

Finally, the Sicilian lady's messenger gave the middle-aged president a cold look:

"Be aware of this, unless you don't want to leave Syracuse in one piece."

The middle-aged president's expression became interesting.

The Red Wine Newspaper was permanently banned by Syracuse, and a piece of the public opinion front was lost. So, returning to Casimir, there was only one outcome - death.

Stealing someone's money is like harming their parents. The major shareholders of Red Wine News will not forgive me easily.

He swallowed, his fingers trembling to his elbows, and forced a smile:

"Hey, officer, all of this was done by that Kuranta reporter. You know me. The Red Wine News has never been interested in the topic of infected people."

The mafia member turned around, not bothering to spare him a second glance, and uttered a harsh remark: "Red Wine News has twelve hours left to evacuate. I advise you to take care of yourself."

Sitting down on the office chair with a thud, the president's face turned pale, as if he had aged ten years.

After a moment, he raised his head, his voice numb and emotionless.

"Go and call that Kuranta."

The assistant nodded and quickly brought the frightened and slovenly reporter over.

"President...I was wrong. I caused big trouble for the Red Wine News."

In front of the president, the experienced reporter from the Red Wine News was nervous and lacked the same aggressiveness he had when he was trying to make things difficult for Chen Zhou.

"Actually, I can't blame you. The previous discrediting of the Candle Knight and the Blood Knight was nothing, and everything went very smoothly."

Hearing the president's comfort, Kuranta felt touched.

"But the only damn thing you're wrong about is that that kid also has a mouthpiece to speak!"

Puff!

The president pulled out a dagger and thrust it into the reporter's chest, twisting the reporter's body violently. The bright red blood dyed the entire floor red.

"You dog-like thing killed me."

Chapter 79: Mandela Appears Like Lightning

Brent City, Victoria.

Her robe rustled in the strong wind, and her dragon tail swept across the collapsed stone pillars. Ravshini held a staff in her hand, staring indifferently at the city occupied by the deep pool.

"Leader, she's done such a great job, can't you praise her?"

On the roof of a tall building in the distance, Ahmoni's lips were slightly raised, forming a wonderful and interesting curve.

Hearing this, Abrana, whose face was covered by a black veil, said in a flat tone:

"She is my sister, but she is also a Drake. Being patted on the head and praised is not her place. The blood-soaked ground where subjects kneel is her proper stage, the stage of the Drake royal family."

"The leader is really strict."

Ahmoni's smile remained unchanged as she looked at the figure below with interest.

Although they are fraternal twins, Ravshini's confusion creates a strong contrast with the leader's absolute confidence.

Looking at the 'leader' who had read books and chatted with her, Ahmoni couldn't help but want to give him a pat on the head.

At this moment, the colonel brought several Deep Pool soldiers to Abrana.

"Leader, these soldiers claim to be working for Mandra. After being defeated by the Reunion leader in Syracuse, they came here to deliver a message for him."

Abbrana shifted her gaze and opened her lips slightly: "Speak."

"Yes, the Reunion leader said..."

The soldiers in Shenchi shuddered and repeated Chen Zhou's words verbatim.

"It seems that this fellow tribesman cares about Draco's future and fate at least more than my sister does." Abrana said with a complicated tone.

"Where is Mandela? Why are only a few of you back?" Ahmoni asked curiously.

Hearing this, Abbrana cast her gaze again.

Then he saw that the soldiers in Shenchi had ugly and ashen faces.

"That Reunion leader is incredibly powerful. He possesses the ability to control the flight of objects. He threw our commander from a high altitude and he exploded into a watermelon..."

Recalling that scene, several soldiers shuddered unconsciously, then said with shame: "In order to protect us, Commander Mandela was beaten (strangled) and forced to kneel on the ground. He must have been forced to act like a dog in front of Chen Zhou!"

No way, that arrogant and grumpy Feilin would actually have a day when he would kneel down and act like a good dog?

Not only Ahmoni, but even Abrana found it a little unbelievable.

After thoroughly understanding the whole cause and effect, both of them had speechless expressions.

What was that pig-brained Mandela thinking? He wanted to invite an adult Drake, but he chose the stupid method of storming and seizing him.

"By the way, is there any follow-up news about Syracuse?" Ahmeni asked.

"Yes, yes." The soldier seemed to remember something and pulled out a few newspapers from his pocket. "In other cities in Syracuse, we bought the Reunion Movement's Feathered Beast Newspaper and learned about Chen Zhou's suppression of the Twelve Families and the formulation of the White Chrysanthemum Treaty."

......

"Hmm~ The baby's room is coming down..."

"No, no, absolutely not there!"

Ten hours later, Xie Maomao wiped away her tears and limped out of the 'combat cabin'.

She was so full of enthusiasm when she came, and so miserable when she left.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn Star Fury, he actually lied to me.

Sooner or later I will defeat you and repay you double for what you endure today!

After being sent back to the floating city by Chen Zhou, Mandela stood in an undeveloped wasteland with her legs clamped together, feeling awkward.

This Star Rage, after you're done with it, just throw me here.

Mandela, who was extremely angry, stepped on the damaged white stockings, raised her hand, and tried to control a stone to float back.

However, to her surprise, with just a casual wave of her hand, the mountains in the distance actually shook a few times.

She knew her limit was to create a 5-meter-tall giant gargoyle.

Originally, only a pure giant of 5 meters tall could be created, but now it is... a colossal giant that is far over 60 meters tall!

Relaxed and casual.

Is this... the power of coordinates?

Could it be that I am the innate ancestor holy body?

Although she didn't know why her strength suddenly increased, after the ecstasy, Mandela thought of her previous talkative self, her expression was humiliated at first, and then she became proud and confident again.

On the contrary, what scene could be more wonderful than watching you kneeling at my feet?

With a thought, several tall and steep mountains rose from the ground and circled around her like satellites.

She glanced at the floating city in the distance and was about to destroy it, but then she thought of something and gave up the idea of ​​destroying the entire floating city.

Forget it, there are still many poor people alive in this city.

No, it’s not because of that Star Fury!

In the combat cabin, Chen Zhou was lying in the swimming pool checking his abilities.

At this time, Mandela appeared like lightning, illuminating the white silk of the whole world!

"Chen Zhou, have a taste of my power!"

Mandela raised her delicate chin and scolded condescendingly.

Noticing the slightly bulging belly of Xie Maomao, Chen Zhou looked at her with a smile, climbed out of the swimming pool, and lay on the beach chair unmoved.

Damn it, there was never a shred of respect for me in that guy's eyes.

Mandela was furious and raised her hand to control the mountain to intimidate her. However, to her surprise, the mountain seemed to have malfunctioned and stood still in the air.

"You're so impatient, you little Philin."

"No, I was wrong, I'm sorry, please forgive me..."

Mandela's eyes instantly became clear, and her body knelt down skillfully at an extremely high frequency, shaking her head quickly.

Chen Zhou's voice, with a hint of frivolity, was like the claws of a devil reaching out from hell. He slowly embraced Mandela's waist and dragged the young kitten into the abyss.

Another ten hours of incredibly smooth and wonderful...

While the two of them were practicing the Superman Power Method, Chen Zhou's mind still retained the letter he had just read:

Chen Zhou: Now, what is the effect of the Superman Power Law on both sides?

[Xiao Jin: The ability holder can copy some of the assister's Originium skills, and the assister's Originium skills will also be temporarily enhanced.]

Chen Zhou: I see. For example, now I have the ability to control stones. And Mandela also received a limited-time 'Originium Skill Enhancement Card'.

Xiao Jin: You can understand it that way.

[Chen Zhou: So how long does the helper's enhancement last?]

【Xiao Jin: It depends on how long the two of them practice the Superman Power Method.】

A difficult skill to evaluate.

Although its copying ability is very good, and the enhancement it provides to teammates is also incredible, for example, Mandela is about to evolve into Dikui.

But if you think about it carefully, the training targets are extremely demanding, and it is impossible to just kidnap anyone to be used as a furnace.

As for the people with whom I can hone my abilities, most of them are close people around me, and many things can be directly assigned to them.

I feel a little fooled. Could this thing be bound to the 'Innate Wife Holy Body'?

Chapter 80: Die, Trash

The floating city sped towards the distance.

In its undeveloped wilderness area, a figure stood on the ground, waving his fists forward.

Endless waves of air rolled outward with him as the center, accompanied by a right hook.

boom!

Electricity surges.

A giant tomb-guarding statue several tens of meters tall rose from the ground and rushed forward.

Left hook!

After a flash of lightning, another stone statue covered with huge wings shot out like a cannonball.

"Look carefully, this is how the power of coordinates is used."

With just a glance, the two huge gargoyles started biting each other on the spot, and a lot of gravel fell down with a loud bang.

Seeing this scene, Chen Zhou twisted his legs behind him, and Mandela, who had not had time to clean up the filth, had an ugly expression on his face.

That's my ability!

That was the Originium skill that he had practiced hard in the cemetery in the past in order to stand out.