Under One Person: Lifting the Ball to Soar

boom!

A heavy punch versus a hand of great compassion!

After a muffled sound, Xiao Zizai and the black man opposite each retreated three feet.

The burly black man gave Xiao Zizai a thumbs up, and the next second he pointed his thumb to the ground, stared at Xiao Zizai with disdain, and spat on the ground.

Xiao Zizai didn't care about the other party's provocation, but shouted:

"Baby, helper!"

The burly black man was startled and when he turned his head, he saw a pale face and big dark and lifeless eyes.

Feng Baobao's hand holding the knife stopped in mid-air, and he dodged and jumped away like a ghost.

Xiao Zizai also showed a look of slight regret. He could understand his opponent's dissatisfaction because he was also disappointed.

If you can't determine the winner, you can't determine life or death, just like having delicious food in front of you but not being able to eat it.

Because of the troublemakers' arrival, the battle had to come to an abrupt end.

The perceptive strangers, wizards, and super-powered people all looked up at the sky.

A few seconds later, the humming sound of propellers was heard, and eight armed helicopters flew towards the manor like ghosts.

The shape of the helicopter, which was more than a thousand meters away, could not be seen with the naked eye, but the firepower of the 20mm machine gun was already pouring down.

With thousands of rounds fired per minute and one bullet enough to turn a person into powder, the dark magic party retreated immediately without hesitation.

After paying the price of more than a dozen people being killed by artillery fire, they retreated from the manor, disappeared into the darkness, and disappeared without a trace.

Chapter 255: A Ghost Called Hehuan Wanders in Europe

Paris France.

Located in the city center, the world's most famous shopping paradise, the Champs Elysees.

A man, with his hands in his pockets, walked under the shade of giant trees, two beats faster than the shoppers around him from all over the world.

The man had a slender figure that could not even be concealed by his loose black sportswear. The brim of his baseball cap was pulled down very low, covering most of his face.

The man just kept walking on his own way, and even if he was in the most prosperous commercial street, he would turn a blind eye to the luxurious shops around him.

Until a lazy, hazy and beautiful jazz music, like a stream reflecting the Milky Way, poured into the heart of the hurried pedestrian, causing him to slow down his pace involuntarily.

Holding the brim of my hat and looking up, what caught my eye was the advertisement playing on the huge LED screen.

It goes without saying how beautiful the images and shots are. The grade of this kind of luxury advertisements can be determined simply by the status of the actors and actresses appearing in them.

This 5-minute and 58-second advertisement includes almost all the famous Hollywood actresses and world-famous models.

Corresponding to the extreme and dreamy advertising, a new brand emerged and took root in Europe and the United States like a virus, triggering a frenzy in the upper class.

The man lowered his eyes and saw that the most golden and largest shop in the history of the Champs-Elysées was crowded with people.

The noble ladies wearing designer dresses were crowded together, like a bunch of flowers competing for beauty, with the occasional gentlemen who came to accompany the ladies as green leaves.

I raised my head slightly and looked at the name of the store.

Under the crown-like Albizia Julibrissin logo are the gold-plated letters “HEHUAN”.

Barron Grylls showed a very amused expression, and he really wanted to sneak into the academy again immediately to see what kind of expressions those wizards had now!

The clerk who was handing out flyers outside the store walked up to Barron, and the pretty girl smiled a perfect, internationally standard smile showing eight teeth:

"Sir, do you know Hehuan?"

The smile on Barron's face instantly became ten times happier than the shop assistant's:

"Of course I know, but wasn't this sentence only addressed to women?"

The saleslady was confused.

This brand was only established a few days ago, but it has expanded into the international market at an incredible speed...

No, it should be kicked open, or in other words, it is violently output in the international top luxury goods market.

but……

"Before? How long ago?" The salesgirl had a question mark on her face.

Barron smiled but did not answer.

This man knows very well that it is not just various online and offline platforms, stores, networks, and TV stations.

Even in the streets and alleys of various countries, there are shop assistants like the one in front of us, working at full capacity to carry out promotional work.

A ghost named Acacia is wandering around Europe...

……

Barron Grylls graduated from a prestigious university, is proficient in seven languages, and has a deep understanding of Eastern culture.

When he was young, he was a special forces soldier with rich combat experience and had experienced the brutal wars full of bullets and guns.

Today, his profession is an explorer, adventurer, mercenary, and assassin who mingles in the super power world around the world. He is a dedicated and pure true hunter.

Barron is a man driven by tremendous energy, curiosity, and a spirit of exploration.

What he pursues are all mysterious, interesting, incredible, and even dangerous things or activities.

Barron, who was born in 1960, is now 51 years old, but he still looks like he is in his thirties.

This native European was a practitioner of the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, one of the Eight Great Skills.

Barron's biggest goal in life was to uncover the secret of the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, whom he both loved and hated.

Some time ago, he had been running around China like a headless fly, trying to investigate the Jiashen Rebellion.

And now, with the secret invasion and war between the wizarding world breaking out in Europe, he was attracted by the excitement and returned to his hometown which had been plunged into turmoil.

Barron turned into an alley off the Champs-Elysées and entered an underground bar.

In the dim environment, with booming music and flashing laser lights, people are dancing to their heart's content.

Barron walked straight through the hot dance floor and came to an alloy door. He took off his hat and let the camera on the door clearly see his face.

After a few seconds, the door opened and it turned out to be an elevator leading to a deeper underground.

By the time the elevator reached the end, it was already 50 meters underground.

After passing through the dark corridor without lights on, the view suddenly became clear.

It turned out to be a huge circular arena.

Looking at the empty arena, Barron showed a look of nostalgia on his face.

The cheers of the audience in the stands seemed to ring in my ears, and the murderous eyes of the opponents appeared before my eyes again.

More than ten years ago, shortly after he gained his abilities, he became a big hit in the European underground supernatural dark arena, where he won many competitions and earned a lot of money.

That was also a glorious time, but Barron soon got tired of fighting in a small venue and following various duel rules, and chose to leave the arena to find something more dangerous and exciting.

The room at the top of the stands is the arena host's announcer's room, and further back is the manager's office.

Barron pushed the door open and a voice sounded immediately.

"Hey! Isn't this our big star in the arena? What a rare guest... Eh? Barron, you didn't even bring a gift when you visited an old friend?"

Barron greeted familiarly:

"Good afternoon, old John. I haven't seen you for a few years and you have more wrinkles on your face."

In the office, a bald old man with a white beard sat in a chair behind the boss's desk, with his feet on the desk, and cursed lazily and casually:

"I envy you, bastard, for still being so young."

Barron acted as if he was at home. He went to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of famous wine. Without even looking for a glass, he unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp.

After letting out a pleasant sigh, he wiped the corner of his mouth and asked:

"What do you want to drink?"

Old John rolled his eyes toward the sky:

"Get me a cup of coffee. The coffee beans and the coffee machine are in the cabinet to your left."

"Damn! This is so troublesome!" Barron put the coffee beans and coffee machine he found on Old John's desk and let him grind and brew the coffee himself.

He turned around and sat on the sofa, took a big sip of the wine bottle, and said shamelessly:

"Drinking is a terrible bad habit. You are already at an age where you could die at any time. It is a wise choice to quit drinking.

But coffee is not a good habit, I suggest you drink boiled water in the future, this is a little health knowledge in China."

Barron, who is very skilled in this art, is very sensitive to human body odor. He has already smelled that Old John has not consumed alcohol for at least a month.

Old John ignored Barron's sarcastic remarks and concentrated on grinding the coffee beans.

Barron put the wine on the coffee table, lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, blew out a smoke ring, and asked curiously:

"Why is your arena's business so bad? Judging from the dust on the chairs in the auditorium, it must have been closed for several days."

Old John answered calmly:

"The magic world is at war right now. Dark wizards and white wizards start killing each other as soon as they meet. Isn't it ridiculous to hold a tournament at this time?"

Barron proposed rhetorically:

"Let the black wizard and the white wizard fight a life-and-death duel. The one who stands up survives, and the one who lies down dies. This is obviously very interesting."

Old John laughed when he heard this:

"You are a devil who only wants the world to be in turmoil. I knew you would come back as soon as Europe became chaotic. How have you been doing out there these years?"

Barron spread his hands and said impatiently:

"We are already so familiar with each other, so let's not waste time on small talk. You know exactly why I'm here. Tell me the latest information about the European wizarding world."

Old John skillfully completed the preliminary steps for making handmade coffee, and as the hot water brewed, the rich aroma filled the office.

"Seven days ago at the night of the manor where the aliens from China were stationed outside London, the dark magic world officially went to war with the Society.

All the prisoners from the dark magic world captured by Nadutong who were still alive were rescued.

However, the real purpose of this massive attack was obviously to recapture Lord Gong Qing, the companion of the Dark Queen.