[If you have something to do in the evening, I will come back to write at about two o'clock! Please forgive me!]

Standing steadily with one foot, Lao Bai raised the other foot in front of Ron, allowing Ron, who was squatting, to poke out his sharp claws to separate the flesh and claws from the eagle claws.

This is the second step in transformation, pulling out the sharp claws.

Originally, all these things should have been done by Lao Bai alone, but who told him to practice some of the kung fu taught by the old man?

Not only is the claws thick and long, and as hard as iron, but the flesh on the claws are glued to the same as Wuling2 glue, without any gaps.

[Brother, have you practiced the Eagle Claw Technique?]

He used his claws to penetrate between Lao Bai's claws and flesh. Ron mechanically pulled them back and forth, expanding the gap little by little to the connection between the claws and the foot bones, and then Lao Bai opened his beak and clamped it hard.

"Click~"

The crisp sound made Ron suck in the cold air, and the corners of his mouth almost drooped to his chin - the newly grown beak was harder than the original one. Lao Bai bit off his claws, relaxed and happy, without any hesitation, and even had the spare time to answer Ron's question.

【How did you know?】

【What the master told you?】

“…”

An eagle practices eagle claw ~

Old man, you can do it ~

After changing to a hair claw, Ron shaved another claw, so Lao Bai raised his legs again, opened his mouth, clicked, and thumped, and another hard claw fell on the floor.

Thinking of the Eagle Claw Master, Ron suddenly looked up and glanced at the fifth senior brother Lao Bai. It is said that Eagle Claw Master has a cover door, which usually shrinks its yang and enters its abdomen. Just pat the top of the head and shoots the cover door, and you can win with one blow.

But looking at the fifth senior brother Lao Bai, this cover door should not exist, right?

"Che, eat, eat~"

【What do you think?】

【Continue!】

Lao Bai naturally didn't know what Ron was thinking, so he changed his foot - four claws were already spreading blood on the ground, just in time to change another claw.

【oh!】

With his head down and working hard, Ron continued to help his senior brother cut the flesh.

After doing this, Ron can enjoy another leisure time.

Freedom Island is very small, and Ron has already visited all of them. He is going to go to the city of New York to see. Lao Bai has already told Ron about the Indians. With these Indians who come to the island every day, Lao Bai's safety is also more guaranteed, so Ron doesn't need to worry too much.

…………

The 171st-level steps are equivalent to the height of the twelve floors. Even athletes have to breathe for a while, but Clark is not - he is not not tired, but because he has the professional ethics he insists on. Even if others think of it, he is just a scoundrel tracking of the paparazzi.

"Hehe, see what I saw?"

"A white-headed sea eagle and a fat orange cat?"

"Is this the secret kept by the Indians?"

Ron and Lao Bai focused on the second step of transformation, but did not see a pair of sunglasses appear quietly on the steps leading to the small room of the crown.

Hiding below, Clark saw the scene taken by sunglasses through a small screen on his hand - an orange cat squatting in front of a giant white-headed sea eagle, unable to see what he was doing.

But every few minutes, the white-headed eagle would raise its feet and bite its claws with its beak. Then a dark hard claw fell to the ground with a crisp click sound.

After taking a few minutes of quiet shooting, it included about two records of Lao Bai biting his claws. Clark carefully retrieved his sunglasses, tiptoed down the stairs, and mixed into the crowd visiting the Immigration Museum.

He had photographed what he wanted.

Although he didn't know what this giant bald-headed eagle was doing, he knew it had something to do with the Indians, and now the Internet is so developed that he could search for information online.

No matter how bad it is, it is okay to use the identity of a reporter to find a few Indian history experts to fool them.

…………

【alright!】

Seeing Lao Bai breaking the last claw, Ron completed today's work, swept down the few claws that Lao Bai broke, put them under the seat where he usually lay, and then happily ran down the stairs and planned to go to the ferry dock.

There are two ferry docks on Liberty Island. Ron trotted all the way and soon arrived at the ferry dock on the left side of Liberty Island. There was a blue sea swaying under the trek, slapped the ferry and kept undulating, which made Ron feel a little dazzled.

In the past years, Ron has never been to the beach before or after rebirth, at most he has looked at the small lakes in the park.

In the blue seduction, Ron's footsteps approached the pier little by little...

"Hey, fat cat, the sea is not fun!"

Just as Ron's front paw was about to step out of the pier, a thick palm stretched out from the side and took Ron up.

The one who pulled Ron up was a bald man in a black jacket, with shiny teeth exposed while smiling - somewhat familiar, Ron seemed to have seen him somewhere.

"You are so heavy!"

"Stay here, don't get close to the sea."

Somewhat surprised Ron's weight. The bald strong man took a few steps and put Ron back to Freedom Island. Then he walked across the pier and got into a yacht docked by the pier.

Unlike other tourists who took the ferry, he obviously drove the boat by himself.

“Meow~”

Thank you ~

Squatting on the shore, Ron called out to express his gratitude. However, he did not follow the bald strong man's advice and stepped onto the trestle again. However, this time he did not approach the edge of the trestle and rushed onto the ferry full of tourists.

“Woo~~”

Time came soon, and a loud whistle sounded, and the ferry started immediately, loaded with tourists, heading towards the New York attractions - and after half an hour, Ron, who was lying on the bow of the boat, saw it

Fort Park was famous for Clinton Castle. During the American War of 1808-1812, many castle forts were built around New York City to defend against British attacks. The war did not expand to New York, so these forts did not really come in handy. The castle was an immigration center on the east coast of New York between 1855-1890, with an estimated eight million immigrants landing in. From 1896-1941, Fort Clinton was used as a New York aquarium for people to visit. The outbreak of World War II delayed the construction of Fort Park for a long time, but instead built a monument for soldiers and explorers. In 1982, New York State officially announced that the Fort Park would be designed as a Harbor Park.

The Fort Park is famous for Clinton Castle. During the American War of 1808-1812, many castle batteries were built around New York City to defend against British attacks. The fire did not expand into New York, so these batteries did not really come in handy. The castle was a move on the east coast of New York between 1855-1890.
Chapter completed!