My Passive Skills are Invincible!

When Mike left the police station, it was already noon.

There were fewer people on the streets than in the morning. It seemed that they had gone back to their homes to eat.

Mike was also happy about this. After all, he had come to the Ancient City of Life in a low-key manner and did not want to be noticed. This was also the reason why he chose to wear a cloak.

Although the cloak seemed to have a negative effect, it was not important. At this time, he was alone.

According to the second contract he signed with Sabrina, he needed to get rid of the elven queen, who was Sabrina's sister.

Since that was the case, Sabrina naturally would not leave the public security station with him, in case others saw something.

At this time, it was the best choice for the two of them to maintain a certain distance.

As for the content of the contract they signed, only Mike and Sabrina were clear about it. 

At this time, Mike turned his head to look at his surroundings. After confirming the direction, he went straight to the tavern in the Ancient City of Life. After all, he had just arrived at the Public Security Office from the tavern this morning, so he still had some memory on how to get back to the tavern.

However, after he walked some distance, when he came near the tavern, he heard a faint noise that came from the tavern.

It sounded as if someone was quarreling in the tavern.

Mike frowned slightly. He had a premonition in his mind that something bad was going to happen. This was because he felt that the source of the quarrel was most likely caused by his flamboyant disciple, Timus.

When he pushed open the door of the tavern, a completely unexpected scene appeared before Mike's eyes.

"What are you doing?!"

At this moment, Timus was seated at a small wooden table. On the other side, was a burly elven man, and the two of them were actually having an arm-wrestling match here!

There were many people gathered around, they cheered and cursed incessantly. The entire tavern was in chaos.

Hearing Mike's voice, Timus subconsciously looked at the entrance of the tavern. It was because of this momentary daze that the burly man opposite Timus seized the opportunity. He exerted all his strength and pushed Timus's hand onto the table.

In an instant, the surrounding audience erupted.

Some people could not help but cheer, while others could not help but began cursing.

In a corner, there was a wretched-looking elf who handed out money to the surrounding spectators. It seemed as though he had set up a bet here.

Obviously, Timus' failure this time had let the dealer earn a lot of money!

There was actually someone that made bets for arm wrestling?!

Mike was completely speechless.

Timus looked at Mike helplessly and muttered, "Teacher, you shouldn't have said anything at that time. It distracted me.

"Otherwise, I would have definitely won against this guy."

The burly man was still being chased by the surrounding audience, but he became unhappy when he overheard Timus talking to his teacher.

"Kid, are you trying to take back on your promise?

"Winning is winning, losing is losing! A weak guy like you, I can win as many times as I want!" The burly man widened his eyes with mockery, his face almost touched Timus' face.

At this moment, Timus was also filled with killing intent. The only reason it led up to this was because he actually overheard this burly man say that he was a weak chicken.

This was completely unbearable for Timus, who was full of confidence.

He subconsciously reached his hand to his waist, sneered, and replied, "Oh? Really? You think I'm weak?"

"I'll let you know one thing today. There are some people you absolutely can't afford to offend..."

As he spoke, Timus' voice gradually became softer. His hand kept steady around his waist, but he found that he could not touch anything.

In the next moment, Timus panicked. He looked at his waist as if he was looking for something.

Mike also frowned. He walked to Timus and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Timus trembled. He slowly raised his head to look at Mike and said with a trembling voice, "Teacher, I seem to have... lost your... weapon..."

"What did you say?!!!"

When Mike heard this, he was stunned for a moment, followed by intense anger.

He reached out and grabbed the collar of Timus's neck, lifted him up, and turned his wrist to let him spin around in front of him.

It was indeed not there!

The Umbrella of Meredith was gone!!

"What the hell's going on?!" Mike tried his best to suppress his voice and put Timus back on the ground.

Timus was about to cry.

He stuttered, "I don't... I don't know either!

"I was just arm-wrestling with them.

"I don't know how!

"Was it stolen?!"

At this point, Timus turned to look at the burly man and asked loudly, "Tell me, did you steal my things?!"

The burly man looked at the short human in front of him. He frowned and muttered unhappily, "You're really a madman. You want to change the topic after losing the match?"

The burly man raised his hand as he spoke, "You want to pin the crime of stealing on me. I'm telling you, I didn't even think about it!" He wanted to punch this kid to give him a lesson.

But in the next moment, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed his wrist tightly. The burly man was slightly shocked and turned his head to look to the side.

It was the human who entered the tavern earlier!

At this moment, the burly man felt as if his hand was being bitten by a huge lion, he was unable to move at all. Not only that, he even felt intense pain from his wrist. It was as if his wrist was about to be crushed.

The burly man immediately cried out in pain and screamed like a pig about to be slaughtered.

At the same time, Mike's body emitted strong killing intent. This killing intent made everyone present feel a strong suffocating feeling. It was as if they were soaked in a cold tank of water.

"Didn't you hear his question?

"Did you steal it?!

"Speak!"

The Burly Man's heart was filled with fear. He immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, "I really didn't steal anything from you. I was just arm wrestling.

"Please, let me go. I won't do it again!" The burly man begged so much until Mike finally let go.

He could tell that the burly man had not lied.

Mike slowly turned his head and looked at everyone in the tavern with a cold gaze.

At this moment, a short elf could not withstand the pressure and rushed out of the tavern!