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Chapter 72 Chameleon

Half an hour later, inside the Value Line Building, Magneto sat calmly in Kingpin's original chair, waiting.

On the sofa beside her, Mystique held a copy of the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, studying and reciting it repeatedly.

Kingpin stood aside like a subordinate, describing the abilities of the Purple Cloud Divine Skill to Magneto.

"You mean that the Purple Cloud Divine Skill that Bai Ye gave you can grant you the same amount of true energy as someone who is willing to pass on their skills, all in one night?" Magneto asked in surprise.

"That's right. Through our experiments, we've found that everyone's internal energy capacity is different. Depending on each person's physique, the higher their talent, the more energy their dantian can hold, ranging from tens to hundreds of years," Kingpin explained.

In recent days, they have also dissected the bodies of some people and, based on the circulation of internal energy, they actually discovered meridians in the human body, which are visible to the naked eye.

It is said that the doctor who performed the dissection at the time began to doubt what he had learned before. Why was there something so obvious inside the human body that no one had ever discovered before? It was simply outrageous.

As they were talking, Mu Shi took the elevator to the top floor of the company, where a young man of ordinary appearance stood beside him.

The young man had bright eyes and a rosy complexion, giving the impression of boundless energy.

"Boss, the person has been brought over," Mu Shi said, pointing to the young man beside him.

"Well, once our esteemed guest has mastered the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, we'll prepare to pass it on."

Kingpin explained to Magneto, "This is the vessel for my inner energy. It has stored three hundred years of true energy within it. When Mystique learns the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, I will distribute one hundred years of inner energy to you."

"One hundred years?" Magneto tapped the table lightly with his right hand and said, "I want all three hundred years. I'll transfer thirty million US dollars to you afterwards."

Kingpin's face immediately fell, but forced by the other party's strength, he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

You have to understand that there are plenty of other wealthy people in the world who are about to die. This 300-year-old internal energy could have been sold for a sky-high price of 300 million to 3 billion a month later, taking advantage of the time difference. But now it's being sold for a mere 30 million US dollars.

Several hours later, after Mystique had mastered the manual and cultivated her first trace of true energy, she nodded to Magneto, indicating that they could begin.

Soon, under Kingpin's command, the jinchūriki who had stored up three hundred years of true energy in his body sat cross-legged behind Mystique, continuously transferring the true energy within his body to her.

Hundreds of years of true energy flowed continuously into Mystique's body, and a layer of purple light began to shine outward from the surface of both of them.

Magneto watched with great interest. Soon, several minutes passed, and the young man who had been transmitting his inner energy gradually lost his bright eyes, as if he had been staying up all night. His skin also gradually lost its original luster and became much drier.

In contrast, Mystique could clearly feel that her spirit, energy, and vitality were all being enhanced by the increase in true energy within her dantian.

After transferring all his internal energy, the young man's hands hung limply on the ground, a feeling of weakness welling up inside him, as if he had been completely drained.

"How was the effect?" Magneto asked curiously after the power transfer ended.

"I feel so powerful, I've never felt this good before," Mystique said, licking her lips.

The next moment, his inner energy surged, and he swung his palm at the wall in front of him. Because he did not control his strength well, he left a palm print a foot thick on the wall from a distance.

She got up and went to the table. In front of the two of them, she picked up a bronze statue and, with the help of her inner strength, gently applied force to leave a palm print on the hard bronze statue.

"With the addition of true energy, both strength and speed are greatly enhanced, but the essence of the body remains unchanged. Without the addition of internal energy, one is just like an ordinary person," Mystique described.

"Is this the surprise Bai Ye was talking about? No wonder he said it would be helpful to me." Magneto's eyes were shining. As long as he had this ability, it would greatly make up for his shortcomings and greatly increase his survival ability.

Magneto glanced at Kingpin, who had a fawning smile on his face, and stood up, saying, "I'll transfer one hundred million dollars to your account later. I'll need another 700 years of internal energy in a week."

After saying that, Magneto ignored Kingpin's expression, activated his powers, and left the building with Mystique.

"Boss, what do we do?" Tombstone asked as Magneto left.

Kingpin said somewhat angrily, "What else can we do? When he transfers a hundred million dollars, we'll use that money to buy hundreds of thousands of people in Africa to practice our techniques and make money grow."

After he finished speaking, he immediately took out his phone, found Bai Ye's number, and dialed it.

"Hello, what's up?" Bai Ye's calm voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, it's like this." Kingpin's face immediately lit up with a smile. "Bai Ye, why didn't you say you knew Magneto earlier?"

"He just arrived here. As soon as I heard that you recommended him, I didn't hesitate to transfer all 300 years of internal energy I had in stock to him. I also took the initiative to let him reserve another 700 years of internal energy at cost price a week later. What do you think? If it's not enough, I can add more."

"That's fine then." Bai Ye said indifferently, then urged, "How's the equipment I had your engineering team work on coming along? It's been a week, isn't it done yet?"

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll go back and check on the progress. Also, the promotional work for your book has already been put on the agenda. Could you please cooperate with the promotional work?" Kingpin asked.

"How can we cooperate?"

"It's about cooperating with the media for publicity or something, making an appearance, since you wrote this book, and the publicity revolves around you," Kingpin said expectantly.

"Forget it, it's too much of a waste of time. I don't want to waste my time on this," Bai Ye refused.

"However, I might choose to participate on the book's release date. That's all for now, I have something to do, I'll hang up now."

"Okay, okay, you go ahead and do your thing, I won't bother you anymore." Kingpin smiled like a sycophant and waited for Bai Ye to hang up before putting his phone down.

Compared to their first conversation, Kingpin's tone was now so gentle it bordered on obsequious, leaving Tombstone stunned.

They were astonished to discover that their once imposing and burly boss had suddenly become a talented singer and dancer when facing the complete stranger, Bai Ye.

Kingpin gently put the phone in his pocket, glanced at the tombstone still in the office, and said in a dark tone, "What are you standing there for? Get to work."

(End of this chapter)