In addition, there is his selfishness - he wants to take this opportunity to promote his omnic prosthetic implant service and let students help promote it. It would be better if he can attract a few customers. Any customer can enrich his business.

Intelligent robotic surgery practice experience database.

Although this practical experience library is shared with Crow, it is essentially practical knowledge that truly belongs to him. In view of the fact that omnic prosthetic implant technology is still in its infancy, such experience is really precious and will make

He is a big step ahead of similar companies in this field.

Chen Yan ignored the fact that the technical school had already recruited students. In his opinion, Xiaoke could handle this matter completely and bring him enough income to support the technical school.

He subconsciously forgot why he set up such a school in the first place, even though the school was completely different from what he had initially imagined.

It took him a few seconds to finalize this matter:

I can only move forward with the social trend, and the social trend is destined to make a purely public welfare school unable to operate, so what should I insist on?

As for now, he has completely forgotten even his own opinion on the transformation of night school.

He has become a big boss, with dozens of people under him waiting for support. If he is not careful, he will destroy the jobs of so many people. What he has to do is too important and he is too busy.

When he walked into the corner of Perfume Street, he suddenly felt something was wrong - he felt the vague murderous intention in the air. These murderous intentions were deeply hidden by the person who spread the murderous intention, but they still could not escape his increasingly powerful force.

sense.

So he changed the road, and after entering Perfume Street, he passed through a small street and turned to another area of ​​Area B. This area is mainly divided into small processing factories. It happened to be working hours at this time, and there were no people on the more remote streets.

, there are even fewer people in the alleys.

He entered a deserted dead end, and before he could turn around, the sound of obviously silenced gunfire rang out behind him.

Chen Yan fell to the ground in response.

The murderer walked up, turned his body over, took out his mobile phone, and wanted to take a picture of his face, but suddenly heard a vague whisper:

'do not move.'

The murderer was at a loss as his body completely stopped moving out of control.

Then, he watched helplessly as the hole in Chen Yan's chest began to heal. Countless granules seemed to "grow" in the blood at the wound. Those granules shuttled and knitted with each other, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye to form fresh muscle tissue.

, "squeezing out" the bullet.

As the breeze blows, the fresh muscle tissue gradually becomes textured, and continues to "swell" to fill the entire wound, until it returns to the appearance of normal skin.

Chen Yan opened his eyes, stood up, and looked at the murderer's face with obvious Asian features in front of him, thoughtfully.

'Put the gun on the ground.'

In extreme panic, the murderer put the gun on the ground uncontrollably. He wanted to say something cruel to embolden him, but he quickly shut his mouth because he heard certain sounds.

'Shhh...'

Chen Yan picked up the gun from the ground, pulled the safety between the handle and the barrel, put it in his waist, and then continued to whisper:

‘I asked, and you can answer.

Your answers should be more and richer.’

'You have to act more realistically and realistically so that no one can tell that you are being forced to question me.'

'Now, the game begins.'

Chen Yan took out his mobile phone, recorded the video, took out a handful of money, about two to three hundred pounds, and put it into the man's hand.

Then ask the other party in a whisper, and repeat the question in audible words at the same time:

"Who sent you here? What are you here to do?"

The other party said:

"I was sent by the second and third hall masters of the Tie Gang. They wanted me to kill you."

Chen Yan suddenly realized that the other party was out for revenge.

He thought he could ask something useful, but the current situation was that he was playing black and white with the other party, so he couldn't record it anymore.

So he turned off the video, deleted it, took back the money from the other party, put it back in his pocket, and then continued to ask in a whisper:

‘Did Li Shoucheng allow it?’

The other party replied:

"No...the gang leader asked us to endure it, but the hall leaders can't bear it anymore. Not only will you die today, but the gang leader will also die. Only in this way can the tie gang avenge their dead brothers, and the hall leaders can convince the public."

Huh? Uncle Li is quite sensible and knows that it is not a good time to strike hard now.

These reckless men under him are not very smart.

'Do you know Uncle Li's mobile phone number?'

"I know, yes..."

Chen Yan wrote down Uncle Li’s mobile phone number.

'Okay, you can stop your brain activity now.'

After the words fell, the murderer's life came to an abrupt end.

After confirming that the murderer had lost all vital signs, Chen Yan dialed Li Shoucheng's phone number.
Chapter completed!