Chapter 2700 - 1677: Hold On!

Chapter 2700: Chapter 1677: Hold On!

Wait.

Not finding aliens means aliens exist?

What kind of logic is that?

Even though this kid has veered off-topic, as a prestigious college student, Jiang Chen still feels the need to uphold a student’s dignity.

"You better rethink your words."

"Bro, I didn’t say anything wrong."

The Martial Saint speaks confidently, "Do you really think a river would only have one fish?"

Jiang Chen shakes his head.

The Martial Saint snaps his fingers, "That’s right. A river either has no fish or definitely not just one. The fact that we’ve never found another species only proves one possibility.

This fish, us, is kept in a fish tank."

Jiang Chen is speechless.

This kid.

He’s got something.

But as an adult, he doesn’t have time to discuss alien matters with this kid right now, back to the point.

"What do these words mean."

The Martial Saint unhurriedly stretches out his hand, "Let me take a look."

After watching him for a while, Jiang Chen places the Mysterious Technique in his hand.

The Martial Saint holds the cultivation technique, turns around, and goes to the desk, rummaging through the cabinet, then theatrically pulls out a few books, and places them on the table, seemingly comparing, but actually retrieves the phone he quickly hid in the cabinet after hearing a knock, secretly opens it, and does photo recognition.

What an age we’re in.

When in doubt, ask AI.

"Oh damn!"

A startled scream.

The Martial Saint nearly throws the extraordinary manual away.

"What’s wrong?"

Jiang Chen walks over.

The Martial Saint turns around, his features scrunched up, filled with the comical urge to laugh but not daring to.

"This, this is..."

"What is it?"

The Martial Saint doesn’t respond immediately but quickly returns the item to its owner, shoving the impressive ancient tome back to Jiang Chen.

"Bro, where did you get this thing?"

"Don’t beat around the bush."

Fine.

The Martial Saint can’t hide it, glancing at the Divine Skill in the other’s hand, he can only speak.

"Bro, the first word is Sunflower... the second word is Manual... the third word is... and the fourth word..."

No need for him to continue.

Sometimes reversing the order of words doesn’t affect understanding, and missing one or two is the same.

Sunflower Manual?

Jiang Chen stares dumbfoundedly at the manual in his hand, seemingly stunned by the huge surprise of acquiring a world-class secret technique.

"Boom!"

Don’t get it wrong.

It’s not the sound inside someone’s head.

Rather.

From outside.

The Martial Saint’s reaction clearly shows he was startled, looking towards the bedroom door.

"Thunk!"

Another dull sound.

Like someone is pounding the wall.

Could it be Sister Shurui is back?

No way.

If Sister Shurui had returned, there wouldn’t be such a commotion.

"Bro, did you hear that?"

The Martial Saint looks at someone, and Boss Jiang is already out of the emotional mire, putting away the Sunflower Manual, and heading out.

The Martial Saint curiously follows immediately.

"Holy crap! Batman!"

Soon.

Loud exclamations echo in the hallway from the Martial Saint.

What did he see?

A person in black gear is moving between roofs! Using the walls to jump left and right, as nimble as Yan, twisting and turning, completely defying common sense!

And Sister Liuli is following closely.

The cinematic display stuns the Martial Saint, the recent noises undoubtedly caused by the two during their chase.

"Thud."

Harmless Tanki Liuli now transforms, her toes merely brushing, yet causing the opponent to suffer a heavy blow, falling embarrassingly, rolling along the carpet before using momentum to leap up and escape downstairs.

"Sister Liuli, don’t let her get away!"

The Martial Saint shouts.

That’s right.

Her.

Not Batman, just wearing a black form-fitting suit, with a slender figure that no man could possess, short ear-length hair, a layered mask covering the face, but definitely a woman!

From shock, Martial Saint began to feel excited.

Having lived here for so long, it was the first time encountering a thief.

"Whoosh."

Without needing to speak, Tanki Liuli tapped the ground with her toes, bounding towards the stairs like a startled swan flying across the sky, her silent demeanor pulsating with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Being able to breach the top-tier security system of the Spring and Autumn Plaza meant this masked female thief had some skills.

But she was indeed unlucky.

Everyone living here was without exception, extremely wealthy, couldn’t she have picked any other household to steal from?

It’s like choosing the only wrong answer from a pool of correct ones, truly unfortunate.

"Zoom, zoom, zoom..."

Martial Saint also didn’t stop for a second, rushing forward, but his speed was far below the level of the two women who could create movie-like special effects in real life.

Before he reached the stairway, he heard a "bang!"

The solid wooden stairs exploded like paper under Tanki Liuli’s long, slender legs.

Forget about solid wood.

She had broken marble before.

The tight-suited thief lost her support, tumbling downwards.

When Martial Saint reached the stairway, he only saw Sister Liuli’s graceful figure unhesitatingly jumping through the gap where the stairs had shattered.

Are they not from outside the world?

Really not giving any chance to catch a breath.

"Holy sh... impressive!"

From above, Martial Saint murmured to himself. He knew his Sister Liuli, like his elder sister, was extraordinary, but until now, he hadn’t seen her in action. Tonight, he witnessed it firsthand.

The female thief was clearly skilled and nimble like a loach, but against Sister Liuli, she had no chance to fight back, solely focused on fleeing in panic.

The arena moved from upstairs to downstairs.

The smart coffee table was toppled.

The induction cooktop was triggered into auto-heat mode, emitting a sharp alarm.

"Sister Liuli, catch her alive!"

Who said women only pull hair in a fight?

Damn it.

Wilder than men!

Martial Saint watched intently, learning frame by frame, completely oblivious to the person standing beside him gradually frowning as they watched the dangerous situation of the black-clad thief downstairs.

Definitely not a simple thief.

No thief would be so foolish to steal here.

Spring and Autumn Plaza is the elite housing area of the country, equipped with the most advanced security systems. Being able to sneak in undetected, with such Divine Skills, why remain a petty thief? They could totally switch sides and contribute to the nation.

Also.

Once discovered, it’s normal to run, but there’s a saying: "When cornered, even a rabbit will bite." Even with Tanki Liuli’s prowess, shouldn’t there be at least an attempt to fight?

He dared to pat Lan Peizhi’s buttocks.

Indeed.

From Boss Jiang’s meticulous observation, that "mysterious visitor" was solely focused on evasion, never even contemplating resistance, but the more she did so, the more she fell into a passive state.

"Crash——"

See.

Only thinking of escape leads to a predictable outcome, especially against an opponent like Daoist Sister,

In Tokyo, Jiang Chen had noticed how Daoist Sister seemed like a serene and unparalleled vase in everyday life, posing no danger, but once she took action, only one word fits.

Arrogant!

Strangely though.

Unlike Lan Peizhi’s overwhelming killing aura.

Even when she was chopping off heads in Tokyo, her face still basked in a serene purity.

"Crash——"

The short-haired woman in black, masked, flew out of control, smashing fiercely into the laser TV, the expensive screen unable to bear the burden, shattered to pieces.

"Bang."

After breaking the TV, the woman in black helplessly hit the ground under the force of gravity, landing amidst shattered fragments, the mask concealing her face but unable to contain the oozing blood.

"Hiss..."

The Martial Saint watching from upstairs involuntarily inhaled sharply.

Ferocious.

Too ferocious.

He now felt grateful he never clashed with Sister Liuli, otherwise, with his scrawny arms and legs, how could he withstand Sister Liuli’s torment?

The verdict was out.

Basically settled.

The Martial Saint was about to head downstairs when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure descend the stairs ahead of him.

"Brother, wait for me."

In the midst of the chaotic hall, Tanki Liuli finally paused, frowning slightly at the pitiful remnants of the TV.

Won’t this affect her binge-watching shows?

After a moment’s pause, she continued to step forward.

The mysterious visitor coughed, supporting herself on the ground, looked at the approaching Tanki Liuli, then shifted her gaze beyond.

She saw Jiang Chen and Martial Saint descending.

"Mr. Jiang."

Amidst coughs and the crimson blood seeping through the mask, seemingly to prevent her voice from being obscured, she raised her hand, removed her disguise, revealing a delicate, incongruous with her status, face, especially with the blood trailing down from the corner of her mouth, appearing fragile and moving.

Having not recognized her earlier, Boss Jiang surely recognized her now, and after a brief moment of shock, blurted out.

"Hold on!"