I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 925, 920. Paper

"Tell me your terms."

The martial artist had a strong tolerance for pain, but as the magician continued to threaten him, his resolve began to waver.

Moreover, in Marne's view, the fact that he possessed a method of suicide called "breath-swallowing" but didn't use it immediately indicated that deep down he did indeed want to negotiate with the magician.

In fact, judging from his address and attitude towards the henchmen of the Demonic Cult, it is not difficult to judge that the reason why this martial artist is so resistant to handing over the secret is probably because the guys who want to steal this thing are some kind of evil organization.

Giving this thing to that evil organization would likely cause some kind of tragedy that his moral compass cannot accept.

This was the source of his inner resistance; otherwise, given that he was destined to die, he wouldn't have bothered to endure any more suffering.

Unfortunately, his resistance to distant evil gradually succumbed to the evil that was closer.

The magician smiled and handed him the file:
"Sign it. It's a pity about your two disciples."

The martial artist's eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at the magician, but he didn't speak to him again. As he raised his hand to sign, he seemed to have all his energy drained away, and his once strong body withered away.
"Give us a quick death."

But his tattered hand remained suspended in mid-air.

Marne began by saying:
"Also, hand over her throwing knife martial arts."

The magician looked at Marne in astonishment:

"Why are you suddenly interested in this kind of thing?"

Memory also begins to become unstable.

Fortunately, Mar and Eng had ten anti-mind pills in their bodies, so this fluctuation did not have a particularly serious impact.

The martial artist who heard this gave a sarcastic smile:
"People like you with wicked intentions, dreaming of mastering the Flying Feather Blade? Even if I taught you martial arts, it wouldn't be of any use. With your small frame, you're simply not cut out for martial arts."

Although he was being sarcastic, he didn't actually intend to rebel.

In this situation, he certainly couldn't change his mind, but that wasn't what Ma En was really worried about at the moment. The real problem was whether he had this martial art in his memory.

If you practice martial arts regularly, then it's perfectly normal to collect martial arts materials as a side project...

But judging from what the magician just said, the situation doesn't seem to be like that.

The magician immediately urged:
"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the stuff."

Maren then said:

"Also, the location where all your advanced secret manuals are stored."

He paused for a moment while speaking.

His memories haven't shown any signs of accelerating their collapse yet; at least, he hasn't reached the limit yet.

The martial artist said nothing, only speaking with a lifeless look in his eyes:

"Bring it here."

He is dead.

The martial artist quickly signed his name and handed over all the secret manuals and the location of the Eight Directions Sword.

Having obtained the address, the gray rabbit immediately flashed in front of them a few times, then returned with several boxes.

"The item is inside," the martial artist said in a low voice. "Let's make our move."

Gray Rabbit opened the box, rummaged through it, and then nodded to the magician.

The magician raised his hand, and the bright red head was immediately removed.

Snapped.

Brain matter spilled out.

Then the gray rabbit flashed again, carrying the martial artist's corpse away from the area.

The magician shook his hand and then smiled at Marne: "Finally succeeded. I was worried that something might go wrong."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"Things are going very well; he's been completely under your control the whole time."

The magician smiled and nodded:

"This is the key to performing magic: you have to control the audience's attention, guide them to constantly shift their focus, and then the miracle will naturally unfold in your hands."

"And to get the audience to follow you, you often have to release a lot of smokescreens."

Marne could tell the magician was explaining what he had just done, but he didn't know why...

He always gave the impression of a magician making excuses.

call out.

The gray rabbit reappeared near them, then placed both hands on their shoulders simultaneously and activated the teleportation again without saying a word.

This time, they returned to a room with silver-white metal walls, and the furniture inside was clearly not for home use; the overall layout looked more like some kind of special operations room.

“Everything is here.” Gray Rabbit pointed to the box on the table. “I’ve already handed over the Eight Directions Sword. Now we just need to wait for them to transfer the payment. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now.”

The magician tried to persuade him to stay:

"There's no need to be in such a rush..."

Gray Rabbit interrupted:
“We’re just business partners. You just need to pay me the money I owe, and I don’t want to have anything to do with guys like you.”

Upon hearing this, the magician shrugged.

"Okay, you chose it yourself."

The gray rabbit gave him a cold look, then teleported away and disappeared before their eyes.

As she left, the magician's eyes sharpened.

"If this guy wasn't really that capable, I would have parted ways with him long ago. We need to hurry up and find a new spatial ability user."

Hearing this, Marx and Engels could also be certain of the final outcome of that conflict.

Clearly, they did not reconcile, but they also did not completely break up; instead, they reached a cooperative relationship that was far less intimate than before.

Moreover, if Maren's speculation is correct, the magician must have given the other party a higher share in order to achieve this relationship; otherwise, Gray Rabbit probably wouldn't have returned so easily.

After all, she still seems to harbor a lot of resentment. Although this may be because the warrior mentioned the Duke's murder, her attitude speaks volumes.

Therefore, the fact that she was able to suppress her resentment must be due to some ongoing reason at work.

Marx and Engels nodded:

"Although she is quite capable, this mental state is always a ticking time bomb. If one day she really lets her emotions override her judgment, it might cause us a lot of trouble."

The magician also looked in agreement:
"That's right, we can't entrust our lives entirely to her."

As he spoke, Ma En quietly opened the box containing the secret manual.

There were several antique books inside.

“Yes, but we have to take it slowly.” Ma En said, flipping to the top page of the book, “Flying Feather Blade.”

A sheet of white paper appeared before his eyes.

As his memories began to crumble, Ma En swiftly used his telekinesis to extract these manuals and, ignoring the magician's doubts, opened them all.

An endless expanse of blank space.

As more and more secret manuals were opened, the surrounding space collapsed at an increasingly faster rate. Even before Ma En teleported, the surrounding scenery and memories had already begun to blur rapidly.

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