My future is invincible?

Chapter 308 Quota
"You brat! I've wanted to get rid of you for a long time!"

"I knew you lacked team spirit!"

"Don't leave!"

"A good-for-nothing who was jilted still dares to yell like that?"

The frank and straightforward dialogue, coupled with a slightly childish and immature tone, presents a scene of bullying.

Bullying.

Bullying exists in all forms of organizations, only differing in whether it is obvious or not. For example, making things difficult for someone is a form of bullying. Young people, whose values ​​are not yet fully formed, are prone to impulsiveness and have fiery tempers, thus making bullying a direct and brutal manifestation of the word.

This is what it looks like in a corner of the library.

Four or five teenagers with brightly colored hair were surrounding a boy with a buzz cut and black hair, taking advantage of their numbers. The black-haired boy clearly didn't want to fight them; even as he was pushed and shoved into a corner of the library, he didn't retaliate, simply protecting himself with his hands.

Old Demon Blue knew it with just a quick glance.

If that guy with the buzz cut were to make a move, this group of punks would be knocked to the ground in a dozen seconds; their energy reserves are simply not on the same level.

They were all armored apprentices at a nearby school.

The conflict may stem from a martial arts team selection competition on campus.

Lan Laomo had no interest in watching the ant-like fighting show, nor did he have any intention of kicking the kindergarten. He had been busy lately searching for the agreed-upon location of the virtual layer and contacting the transfer station to find the route.

But today, Lan Yi was forced into this plot of "Don't underestimate a young man's potential."

The reason is also very simple.

Lan Laomo easily judged that the buzz-cut boy had reached his limit and was about to unleash a powerful punch at any moment. If that happened, the city library would probably be demolished into a dangerous building, and he, the library administrator, would lose his job.

The library was vandalized.

Someone definitely needs to take the blame.

In this world where armored warriors reign supreme, Lan Yi, who appears to be a weak and ordinary person, is the perfect scapegoat for the powerful and wealthy. Even though the librarian is completely innocent in the whole affair, Lan Yi stopped the bullying to avoid this likely scenario.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? If you want to fight, go outside. This is a library, you're disturbing other people."

Old Demon Lan's loud shouts attracted the attention of most of the floor.

Once a bullying kid sees many people around, and is easily embarrassed, he'll just say a few harsh words and then disperse without actually fighting, so he won't get carried away with his temper.

Things went just as Lan Yi had imagined.

When the group of "emo" kids saw so many people looking over, they cursed and made some threats before dispersing.

However, Lan Yi miscalculated one point.

In this world, the armored warriors are Celestial Dragons, and the apprentice warriors are future Celestial Dragons. As a Celestial Dragon, feeling embarrassed to leave like this would be a loss of face, so...

Old Demon Lan, who was eating his meal and watching the commotion, became the target of his authority.

As the group of punks passed by Lan Yi, their arrogant gazes lingered on his face for a moment. The leader, a blond man with a pompadour, punched Lan Yi's slightly irritating face, intending to give this meddlesome guy a nose job.

If the kings of the main world were to witness this scene.

They'll definitely give you a thumbs up, saying, "You've got guts! You're amazing! We're all living life to the fullest!!"
It's obvious that such a wild, unorthodox punch couldn't possibly hit Lan Yi.

Lan Yi simply raised his hand and flicked it at the blond-haired guy's neck like swatting a fly, causing him to lose his strength instantly. He then grabbed the guy's head and, like wiping a wall, rubbed his face back and forth across the mouths of the group of punks. The atmosphere instantly erupted into laughter. This is troublesome.

Lan Yi didn't laugh, not because he was participating in the "Don't Laugh" challenge, but because he knew that his extraordinary physical coordination, beyond his status, would inevitably attract some unseen attention.

The struggle to penetrate this virtual layer is quite intense.

After seeing off the utterly humiliating punk, Lan Yi turned around and saw the buzz-cut boy staring intently at him.

"Big brother..."

"Alright, stop talking, give me the phone." Lan Yi interrupted the boy.

"Huh? Oh, oh." The boy's rhythm was interrupted, and he subconsciously followed Lan Yi.

"Take good care of yourself, eat more. I've applied for a credit line of 20 for you. Be good to yourself when you're out there."

The somewhat inhuman Old Demon Blue spoke earnestly, while the dumbfounded buzz-cut boy stared at the brightly lit credit limit on his phone, experiencing for the first time just how dark and treacherous the adult world was. In a daze, the buzz-cut boy and his troubles were kindly escorted out of the library by Old Demon Blue.

That night.

Lan Yi, who lived in the library, was about to take off her clothes when she stopped and couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't 20 enough? These young people nowadays really don't value money."

Behind Lan Yi, a short-haired boy dressed in a gray outfit instinctively retorted upon hearing this.

“I didn’t spend 20 yuan, and I didn’t borrow money.”

"If you don't lend, plenty of others will. The more others lend, the more leverage they get, and the more resources they earn from the Martial Academy. Even if they have to sell their blood or their bodies later, their organizations can still recoup their losses." Old Demon Lan said earnestly, "If you have nothing, you can only compete in ruthlessness."

"No, brother, that's not what I came to see you for."

The buzz-cut boy, who had been listening in a daze, interrupted Lan Yi's life experience, or rather, his rambling.

"I would like to learn your power generation techniques from you."

“You can’t learn it,” Lan Yi said meaningfully.

"I can learn! I have a photographic memory! I can learn anything at a glance. Big brother, you have so many more power techniques that you haven't used yet!" The buzz-cut boy was so excited that he wanted to demonstrate on the spot.

Lan Yi simply patted his shoulder with one hand.

“You really can’t learn it. If you did, you’d be labeled as untrustworthy in this country.”

Looking through the window two thousand meters away, Lan Laomo's all-seeing gaze caused a sexy female warrior who was using lasers and dust to build a listening system to narrow her phoenix eyes. She did not expect that someone without a trace of armor on his body could detect her.

Without hesitation, the female warrior, whose figure resembled a sexy catgirl, unfurled her armor and, like a bat in the darkness, silently drifted towards the library attic where Lan Yi was.

When Batwoman flew into the attic.

The moment the short-haired boy saw her, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Night Bat!"

His low exclamation was equivalent to an individual in the old-world oceanic civilization exclaiming "FBI!"

Regardless of the era or organization, the identity of a field operative is unsettling. Especially when driven by the pursuit of political achievements, field operatives in intelligence agencies can easily become obsessed and lose their way.

(End of this chapter)