My lover is this organization

This is a common hypnosis technique.

And, the hypnosis came to an abrupt end.

It wasn't because the caster was repeatedly angered and his blood pressure soared that the spell was interrupted, but because Leon suddenly noticed that the caster was looking at him with squinting eyes as if he was caring for a mentally retarded person.

No, this guy...is he completely unaffected?

Then, Qin Wuque was seen tapping his forehead with his index finger in front of Leon.

"If there's a problem here, go get it fixed, alright?"

After saying this, he no longer paid any attention to this famous safe expert in Singapore, and walked straight out of the locker room carrying the bag containing clothes and books.

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Ah... the scheduled publishing function still doesn't work, so just post it directly and see if it still needs to be reviewed before posting.

It should be unnecessary, after all, the message board is back...

Chapter 382 Everyone is evil

"What does that guy you were just talking to in the locker room want?"

The silver-haired beauty asked as they made their way back to the gymnasium lobby from the players' locker room.

In fact, it stands to reason that non-participants are not allowed to enter places like this. There are cordons and stadium security personnel are responsible for review. Only those with participant certificates can enter.

But as the sponsor, or one of the sponsors of this tournament, Vermouth is not subject to this restriction at all, and her companions, Captain Qin and Curacao, are also not subject to the restriction.

"I don't know." Qin Wuque shook his head. "Who knows him? He wants to be my recommender and offer me three or four times the salary. He is also mysterious when he speaks a few words, like a riddle man. I don't really understand him."

"Huhu~ Maybe the other party saw your heroic performance in the competition and lost confidence in the player he recommended, so he wanted to pull you over to help him win the championship. At worst, you can just agree to help him win the championship. I, your sister, definitely don't care about this." Vermouth chuckled aside.

"That kick was really cool." Curacao also smiled faintly, "Everyone in the stadium, including the referee, was shocked!"

Qin Wuque was a little speechless, and said with a subtle expression: "It's okay... But what's the point of just winning the championship? After I win the championship, will the tournament officials ask me to give a speech? Then I will carry a safe made by his company and go on stage to speak, saying that I won the championship because I used his safe? Is this reasonable? No one can believe it, right?"

"Who knows~"

Vermouth imagined the scene and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

But the silver-haired beauty walking on the other side frowned.

"Safe? Could it be that the safe you are talking about is..."

"Yeah, that's right. It's the guy who made the safe that you almost rushed into someone's house and sank him into the Marina Bay to feed the fishes last night just because of a sapphire."

Qin Wuque added by the way.

“I just found out about this, too.”

"Really."

The silver-haired beauty nodded slightly and said nothing more.

So the four of them retraced their steps all the way back to the gymnasium lobby.

In the hall, Vodka and others were already waiting.

Seeing Qin Wuque coming out of the contestant rest area carrying a bag, Chianti waved his arms happily and wanted to go up to him and shout, but was stopped by the former with a gesture from a distance.

"Stop, stop, stop. I know you all were impressed by my death spinning kick to Xiao Ming, but there's no need to say more. You need to keep a low profile. Besides, I'm hungry now, so instead of talking about these nonsense, let's just find a place to eat."

"eat……"

Chianti lowered his arms awkwardly, took out his cell phone from his pocket and checked the time.

It was a little before eleven.

Indeed, it’s almost time for dinner.

"Why don't we go to the place we found yesterday? It's not far from here anyway, and it only takes a while to walk there." Chianti looked back at Vodka and suggested.

"Yesterday? Didn't you guys go to a food stall yesterday?" Qin Wuque wondered, "How come the food stalls in Singapore are open during the day?"

"Oh, of course not!" Chianti explained, "A food stall is a food stall. I'm talking about another place. Just ask Vodka and they'll know. They have all kinds of food there."

"So awesome?" Qin Wuque retreated tactically.

"That's right..." Cohen said slowly.

However, he had just said two words when he was interrupted hastily by Chianti.

"We wanted to eat there yesterday, but then Vodka said that since we finally came to the beach, we should eat seafood on the first night, so we changed to the food stall."

"It's time for lunch anyway, so... let's go?"

Qin Wuque scratched his head and said.

……

After walking for more than ten minutes under the scorching sun, everyone at the winery finally arrived at the lunch location.

Qin Wuque finally understood what Chianti meant by "a place with all kinds of food."

Along the entire street, restaurants named after various delicacies are opened side by side, including some traditional Chinese delicacies such as xiaolongbao, wontons, and even soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Each shop has set up a shed in front of its door to provide shade and shelter from the rain. Ceiling fans and fluorescent lights tied with magenta nylon straps are installed in the shed. Public plastic tables and chairs are placed in front of the store for customers to dine.

And since every family does this, one shed is connected to another, stretching across the entire street, so at first glance it feels like a self-contained system.

To put it bluntly, this is Singapore's food street...

Qin Wuque thought to himself that this looked very familiar to him. It was just like the long row of Priscilla, Wallace and Shaxian snacks restaurants across from his school when he was in school.

It was lunchtime and the snack street was extremely busy. After wandering around for a while, the group finally found two empty tables to sit down at.

However, as soon as Rena Mizunashi sat down, she stood up again.

"By the way, since the weather is so hot, I'll go buy some drinks. Do you want anything to drink?" she asked.

"Beer!" Chianti was the first to raise his hand.

"Then I'll have beer too." Vodka was happy.

"Iced coffee." Cohen was concise with his words.

"Okay." Mizuno Rena responded with a smile.

"For me...mineral water." The silver-haired beauty said after thinking for a while.

"I want oolong tea." Vermouth said, pointing her index finger at the corner of her lips.

"I...I don't need it." Curacao didn't feel thirsty.

"understood."

Mizuno Rena agreed, and she turned her gaze to Qin Wuque who was still looking left and right at each store.

"Vino, would you like something to drink?"

"I……"

Qin Wuque reacted and touched his chin.

"Can you help me see if there's any rock sugar pear? If not, coconut milk tea will do."

"Rock sugar snow pear... Shirley... hm?"

Vermouth, who was sitting next to this guy, squinted slightly.

"I know, I'll be right back."

Mizuno Rena nodded, pushed her chair away and walked towards the nearest cold drink shop.

But the moment she turned around, a tall, dark-skinned man who had also been sitting at the table behind her not long ago suddenly stood up.

The two of them collided violently, and caught off guard, Rena Mizuno stumbled and fell back into the chair.

"Are you okay?" Chianti was surprised.

Theoretically speaking, Rena Mizunashi is, after all, a former elite investigator of the CIA and a core member of the organization's executive department. Even if she is not on guard, she would not be staggered by an accidental bump.

Unless... the other party did it on purpose.

As expected, the man who knocked down Mizunashi Rena not only did not shake, he even turned around with a fierce look in his eyes and a ferocious expression.

"Hey! You don't have eyes when you walk!"

Cross!

The sound of six or seven chairs being pushed away was heard almost instantly.

The next second, people at both tables stood up in unison.

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Well... the inspection will probably be stricter for a few more days, so it's better to wait a couple of days before driving this car that is difficult to drive.

Chapter 383 The road is narrow

Time goes back to more than ten minutes ago.

Leon Lowe, the famous safe maker in Singapore...who is also a famous detective and criminal psychologist, was standing alone in the empty dressing room. He always had a mysterious smile on his well-groomed face, but the expression was a little gloomy.

He is the recommender of Herzli Jamaluddin and is also one of the sponsors of the Singapore Karate Championship.

Like many other sponsors, Lyon spends a lot of money to sponsor competitions and hire karate masters like Jamaldin. His ultimate goal is of course to enable the players he recommends to win the championship.

However, compared to other sponsors who hold the mentality of "if it succeeds, it succeeds, if it doesn't, forget it", and in short, the most important thing is to participate, Lyon's obsession with winning the championship is obviously stronger.

Most of the others are here to help the contestants they recommend get a good ranking, and then promote their own products, such as protein or health supplements.

Leon Law has only one goal, which is to obtain the largest sapphire discovered in the world - the Fist of Blue Sapphire.

As for the reason why he did this, we will not discuss it here for now, but in order to achieve this goal, he must win the championship, and only win the championship.

To this end, he devoted a lot of energy and financial resources, did all the homework in advance, investigated the detailed information of each contestant, and after a lot of twists and turns, he finally recruited Jamaldin, a karate master who could almost guarantee him a 100% chance of winning the championship and getting the Fist of Blue Sapphire.

But just when Leon thought he was infallible and only needed to lie on the sofa with his legs crossed and enjoy the air conditioning while watching Jamaldin make it all the way to the finals and finally win the championship, presenting the Fist of Blue Sapphire to him——

Driven by some interest, a bastard who has only learned karate for twenty minutes since birth and all that knowledge is theoretical appeared.

To be honest, if Lyon hadn't personally asked his connections to investigate the registration records and discovered that the other party had registered twenty minutes before the registration deadline for the competition, he would almost have thought that he was old and suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

As far as he could remember, there was no contestant with this name!

Indeed, Jamaldin is very strong. In the first round of knockout, he defeated his opponent with a crushing force and just one blow.

But the problem is that in terms of dominance shown in actual combat, Qin Wuque is obviously stronger.

Everyone won with one strike. Jamaldin could knock his opponent to the ground with one kick, but Qin Wuque could kick his opponent directly out of half the field!

To be honest, Lyon thought that if he had the same power as the organizer of the competition, he would definitely try every means to ban this player who played for fun, no matter what method he used.

But the problem is that he doesn't have the power...

Therefore, after being hit hard and nearly knocked unconscious in the first round of the knockout match, Lyon, who had collapsed and collapsed again for a period of time, decisively forced himself to calm down and barely came up with a plan to deal with it.

That’s right, it’s about recruiting.

However, the result of the amnesty was as described above.

It cannot be said that it was not smooth, but that there was no progress. He was even mercilessly ridiculed by a dog head. The hypnosis skill that he was proud of completely failed and his self-esteem was severely frustrated.

Therefore, Lyon, who was helpless but unwilling to give up, could only use the last resort.

Dirty, but effective.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number that was buried at the bottom of his address book and that he would never call or contact.

"What's the matter? Just tell me what you want to say."

A deep and hoarse male voice sounded rudely on the other end of the phone, speaking English, with noisy background.

"I need your help. The reward is negotiable." Lyon responded in English.