Chapter 32: Ordinary People

Night.

　　Above the bustling city streets, the flowing traffic creating dazzling lights.

　　And, on the top of the tall building, there was only a slightly chilly night breeze and the hazy moonlight acting like a sheer veil.

　　As he listened to the disgusted voice of the woman behind him, the man in the suit turned around, the sadness on his face had long gone with the night wind, replaced by a handsome smile.

　　The man had messy black hair, with well-defined eyebrows and eyes. With his deliberately disguised friendly smile, he looked like he could almost have a label reading "pretty boy" on his forehead.

　　"Ken, your smile makes me feel sick."

　　Looking at the fake smile on the man's face, the woman who just walked out of the door did not hide her disgust in the slightest.

　　The woman had wild wavy red hair, no makeup on her face, and wore a thin halter with super-short hot pants, not minding that a large area of her skin was exposed to the air.

　　To be more precise -

　　Her muscles.

　　The man, called Ken by the woman, shrugged at her words and smiled, "Shivier, often times, it's not appropriate to express your inner thoughts, that's the most basic of social etiquette."

　　"That's called hypocrisy."

　　Chivier coldly snorted with disdain.

　　Without arguing, the man called Ken lifted his phone and shook it twice towards Shivier, smiling as he said, "We just hit the jackpot in Gamble City."

　　"Oh? Good news?"

　　Shivier raised her eyebrows, striding over to Ken and asked, "So we're going to wait for him for this operation?"

　　"Of course we have to wait, the more people, the more security we will have."

　　Kenn smiled and put away the phone, turned to pull out a box of cigarettes, reversed the cigarette case to throw out a cigarette between his fingers, and said seriously: "More importantly, he does not have a lot of "advance" gambling money this time, so we should not have to wait too long."

　　"Tsk, why does Burgandy have to come up with such a complicated ability? I really don't understand..."

　　Chivier crossed her arms and habitually went to spit on Burgandy's ability.

　　Kenn lit his cigarette, glanced at her and laughed, "Burgundy's luck wasn't bad this time, he shook the jackpot after only a few tries. If he chooses to 'cash in his chips', then the nen made from cashing in will allow him to easily pay back the advance on the bet, and at the same time, he can use the remaining nen to punch you out, that's the benefit of 'trouble'. "

　　"A punch to my face? Who are you looking down on?"

　　Chivier inclined her head to look at Ken, her aura surging, emitting a heavy sense of oppression, her whole person looking like a beast about to devour blood and flesh.

　　Keeping an elegant smile, Ken proposed, "If you want to verify my statement, it's not too late to call Burgundy and tell him not to choose to 'cash in what he wants', but to choose to 'cash in his chips'."

　　"..."

　　Shivier didn't say a word to counter his words, but just stared menacingly at Ken.

　　Ken was not affected in the slightest and smoked his cigarette calmly.

　　A few moments later.

　　Chivier collected her aura and said in a cold voice: "Unlike someone, I don't let 'personal needs' affect the progress of the mission."

　　"Well, he's still excellent."

　　Ken smiled at Shivier.

　　His breezy appearance bruised Shivier's ego.

　　"Crunch--"

　　The iron door on the roof of the building was suddenly pushed open.

　　A young couple walked out of the iron gate, cuddling each other. They stopped unconsciously when they saw Ken and Shivier.

　　The young girl whispered: "There are people here eh, let's change places."

　　"Okay."

　　The young boy looked a little reluctant, thinking that it was not easy to find a place that didn't cost money.

　　He took the girl's arm and was about to turn around and walk back to the iron gate.

　　"Pop, Crack!"

　　Just at the moment he turned around, there was a sudden soft sound in his ears, while a large amount of sticky material splashed on him.

　　"Eh?!"

　　The young boy looked with a dumbfounded face at the broken arm held in the crook of his arm, as if he had not yet reacted to what had happened.

　　Immediately after that

　　A fierce force blasted him.

　　"Snap!"

　　The young boy's body suddenly exploded, turning into blood and flesh that scattered in all directions.

　　On the edge of the rooftop fence.

　　Ken held his palm against his forehead and looked helplessly at Shivier, who had slapped the young couple into a pulp.

　　He thought this kind of behavior was really unnecessary.

　　The information seemed to be extracted from the gaze that could be seen from afar. Standing in front of the iron gate, Shivier turned her head to look at Ken, and said in an unfriendly tone, "What's wrong? Do you have any objections?"

　　"No, I just don't think it's necessary, and it might cause trouble."

　　Ken tilted his head slightly and exhaled a puff of smoke.

　　"Tsk."

　　Shivier took a big step towards the iron gate, leaving behind a word full of contempt.

　　"They were just two ordinary people who could be found everywhere."

　　"..."

　　Ken watched Chivier leave and flexed his fingers to flick his cigarette mouth.

　　"Despite disagreeing with what you just did, your sentence... was the most sensible one said tonight."

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　　The following day, early morning.

　　Mo Yu woke up on time, driven by his biological clock.

　　Last night, he had practiced two hours of punches and kicks against the Shadowman stake, but, whether there was any growth in his physical skills, Mo Yu did not know, but at least the pain was real...

　　Actually gaining pain tolerance was a step-by-step process, and he felt that he was still a little too eager to get it done this quickly.

　　Fortunately, as long as one's aura nodes were closed and one entered the state of "Ten," the "pain" accumulated during training would quickly fade away.

　　At least Mo Yu could stand it for now and was willing to stick with it.

　　Otherwise, it would have been ridiculous if he started crying and rolling on the ground after being punched.

　　Mo Yu got up and quickly washed up before heading straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

　　He threw blanched meat into the iron pot, added rice and enough water, then controlled the amount of fire before grabbing a broom to sweep the floor.

　　Cheadle had also woken up early, and upon seeing Mo Yu sweeping the floor, said hello and volunteered to help.

　　With the concept that visitors were guests, Mo Yu didn't want Cheadle to help with the cleaning, but he couldn't resist Cheadle's insistences, so he gave up.

　　With Cheadle's kind help, it took LONGER to clean the temple.

　　It was not because Cheadle didn't know how to clean, but because Cheadle was too much of a clean freak...

　　When the two of them finished cleaning, the meat porridge in the kitchen was almost ready.

　　Mo Yu added some salt for seasoning, then took the pot off the stove and served the meat porridge.

　　"Are you not opening the door?"

　　After eating the meat porridge prepared by Mo Yu, Cheadle looked at the closed door of the temple.

　　Mo Yu bowed his head to gather the dishes and explained, "I'm not good at receiving visitors, so I usually choose to close the temple until Hawke returns."

　　"But you'll still open the door if someone comes, right?"

　　Cheadle withdrew her gaze from the gate and turned to Mo Yu, asking a meaningful question.

　　She could guess the reason why Mo Yu chose to close the temple, because, although one of the reasons was that he was probably not good at receiving visitors, but more so, it was to be able to meditate and cultivate in peace.

　　"It depends on the situation."

　　Mo Yu casually replied, and got up with his bowl and chopsticks.

　　He had just taken a step when a knock sounded at the front door.

　　Cheadle leaned on her cheek on her hand, not even half surprised, as if she already knew someone would come knocking on the door.

　　And Mo Yu just glanced at the door, then ignored the knocking completely and walked straight to the kitchen.