This Korean comic is not right

He doesn't look like someone who often fights in the wild.

Only Meijing and Peilin can compare with her in terms of figure now, but they are still far behind in strength.

The two of them put on their clothes, and Tingxiu chuckled at his somewhat tattered clothes.

"You're just going out like this?"

Zhao Cheng looked at her resentfully. Wasn't it her fault that he was in this state?

It was the first time that Tingxiu saw his expression like this. She laughed and hit him and said:

"Give me your phone."

Zhao Cheng handed over the phone inexplicably, and saw Tingxiu walk to the door, where a small box had been placed on the ground at some point.

Tingxiu opened the box and took out a streamlined oval black object from it. Then she threw Zhao Cheng's mobile phone and a small black box next to the box into the box and closed the lid.

He explained to Zhao Cheng who followed him:

"This is a small EMP. The signals in the house are blocked now, but as long as the signals are restored, the recorded audio and video can be transmitted, so this will be used."

As he spoke, he pulled out a few legs of the oval object and stood it on the ground, then operated it and said:

"The scientific name of this thing is electromagnetic pulse weapon. Its effective range is about 100 meters to 1 kilometer, which is just right for small warehouses like this."

After saying that, he pressed the button at the top hard.

The lights in the small room in the warehouse went out.

"Although this thing is small, it is very strong. It cannot be protected by micro and small eavesdropping devices and surveillance cameras at all."

As he spoke, he opened the small box, took out his cell phone, illuminated it, and put the small EMP away.

"Unless you use a box of this thickness to protect it, but then you won't be able to record sound or video."

Zhao Cheng nodded and listened carefully, knowing that this could also be considered a form of training.

"Okay, now wait here for a while. I'll get you some clothes."

Zhao Cheng pulled her and pointed at his face and asked, "Don't you need to put on a show?"

Tingxiu waved her hand: "No need, you now have the ability to heal yourself, suspected to be dual-system, do you understand?"

Zhao Cheng nodded, understanding that this was Tingxiu's hint. WS Group only needed to write self-healing in its report to the special operations team.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to Xiao Wang for the reward that helped to reduce my anger.

Thanks to the coin that didn't sleep at nine o'clock.

Chapter 157 Passing on the Kung Fu

After saying that, Tingxiu turned around and went out. After a while, she returned to the warehouse with a set of ordinary training uniforms.

Obviously this was prepared in the car in advance.

He closed the door, took out his cell phone to illuminate it, and then said:

"See if it fits you well?"

Zhao Cheng took it and changed his clothes.

This is an all-black training uniform with a simple style, a short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body and long pants on the lower body.

However, Zhao Cheng had broad shoulders and long legs, and a straight posture. After putting it on, he simply stood there like a pine or cypress, standing proudly. Tingxiu's eyes sparkled and she praised:

"You look pretty good in this uniform."

Zhao Cheng replied: "Really? It's my first time wearing it."

As he spoke, he moved his arms and legs. The clothes were quite stretchable and did not restrict his body.

At the same time, his toughness seemed to be better. Zhao Cheng did not restrain his strength when he moved, but his clothes were not torn.

"Then I'll go first." Tingxiu said, but her feet did not move.

Zhao Cheng went forward and hugged her, kissing her rosy lips. After a while, he said gently, "See you in the afternoon."

Tingxiu nodded, then opened the door and walked out neatly.

The door was open, and the dim light of early morning shone in, and Zhao Cheng followed him out.

Tingxiu got into the car with an expressionless face, and Zhao Cheng followed with a cold face and sat in the back seat. No words were spoken between the two as the car sped away.

Only police officers are left on the scene to maintain order. Subsequent negotiations on compensation for losses are the police's job, but the funds are usually allocated directly by the department.

"Where are you going?" Tingxiu asked.

Zhao Cheng took out his cell phone and showed her Haiyun's address.

Tingxiu snorted coldly without saying anything, still expressionless.

Zhao Cheng didn't say anything either. It might not be safe to talk in the car.

Speechless all the way.

Zhao Cheng got out of the car and watched Tingxiu drive away. He couldn't tell for a moment whether she was really unhappy or just pretending. It seemed that he could only ask her in the afternoon.

I sent a text message to Haiyun, went upstairs, and was pulled in by her who was waiting at the door.

There were only two girls in the room. Sean stood in the living room and looked at him stiffly, as if he was the owner of the room.

As his spirit value increased, Zhao Cheng's memory also improved. He remembered that Haiyun and Sean were both characters in the comic "The Witch's Disaster".

It is a very unknown comic, and the two girls' experiences in high school are rather tragic.

If Haiyun had not been rescued by me, one can imagine what she would have experienced that night.

As for Sean, the original book implicitly mentioned that he was sexually assaulted by his father and others when he was in high school.

Fortunately, I met them in high school, so the tragedy did not happen again.

The three of them sat down on the sofa, and Zhao Cheng asked, "Where's your mother?"

"She went to work. She has to work three jobs and often leaves early and comes back late." Haiyun replied.

Zhao Cheng nodded in understanding:

"My mother has had a hard time, but you will be joining the new company soon, so privately, my mother won't have to work so hard anymore."

Haiyun took his arm and said angrily:

"Who is your mother?" But he continued to ask happily: "It's all over."

Zhao Cheng glanced at Li Saien and nodded:

"Well, it's all done. The results are very good. The company will be established in the next few days."

Li Saien felt a little awkward sitting there, always feeling like an outsider. Besides, how could Haiyun have such a rich boyfriend?

Just as she was about to get up and go back to the house, she saw Zhao Cheng saying to her:

"Your father has been detained. What are your plans?"

Li Saen looked at him, not quite sure how to answer.

It is hard not to be angry when facing a father like that, but after calming down, I feel confused about the future.

Haiyun pulled him, stood up, walked to sit next to Sean, hugged her gently and said:

"Her father was abusive, and her mother ran away when she was in junior high school. Since then, she has been beaten and scolded frequently. Later, she found out that her father..."

Sean replied indifferently:

"Let me tell you something. I found out he was taking pills. Not long after he started high school, he tried to assault me. I desperately ran to the street and called the police. After that, I was very careful for a while. But I didn't expect he would go so far as to spread rumors."

At this point, she could no longer maintain her indifferent expression, and said sadly:

"I never thought that a father would make up rumors about his daughter. I didn't know what to do. Fortunately, I met her that day..."

She couldn't say any more, so she lowered her head and grabbed Haiyun's arm, and Haiyun patted her back soothingly.

Zhao Cheng sighed, skipped the topic, and said to her in a gentle voice:

"My idea is this: if you want, you can transfer the guardianship to Haiyun's mother or someone else."

At this point, Zhao Cheng glanced at Hai Yun, and seeing her hugging Sean and nodding, he continued:

"The original property can be sold, and you can move in with Haiyun. They will be moving soon, too, so you don't need to worry about being found in the future."

Sean looked up at Zhao Cheng in a daze, and listened to him continue:

"You can start a new life and you don't have to worry about money. You can keep the money from selling the house or invest in the company."

At this point, Zhao Cheng suddenly laughed and said jokingly:

"That sounds like a scam."

The atmosphere in the living room finally became a little more relaxed.

"You can take your time to think about this. There's no rush. You can just stay at Haiyun's place for now."

Zhao Cheng saw that she was hesitant to speak and continued, "This way you can help out when we move in a few days. Haiyun and the others may not be able to handle it alone."

When Sean heard this, he hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

If you just help others blindly, it will be difficult for anyone with a conscience to accept it with peace of mind.

But if you help others while hoping that they will help you, then the acceptance rate will be much higher.

And there will be no worries about being ungrateful for a little bit of rice, which is why there is the practice of work-for-relief.

Zhao Cheng continued, "Haiyun, take a day off today. I will give you Yijing marrow cleansing. Sean, you should also rest at home today."

Haiyun stood up with some anticipation, and although Sean didn't understand what he was going to do, she nodded. After such a big thing happened, she really didn't want to go to school.

After a while, Haiyun stood in the bathroom in her nightgown with a flushed face.

She was embarrassed by the experience of stripping naked, putting on a nightgown and going into the bathroom in front of her friends, where a man was waiting.

Zhao Cheng had already taken off all his clothes and gently pulled her clothes up. Haiyun cooperated by raising her hands, revealing her slim curves.

Next, Hai Yun sat in her arms with her slender body leaning against her, while Zhao Cheng sat directly on the ground.

Zhao Cheng has already performed the power transmission three times, so he is quite experienced. It will get dirty soon anyway, so he might as well do it directly in the bathroom.

After all, with his physique, he wouldn't feel cold sitting on the ground, and Hai Yun, who was blessed with healing powers, wouldn't catch a cold either.

The familiar white energy fluid surged out and enveloped Hai Yun.

Chapter 159 Disappearance

Outside the bathroom, Li Saen looked at the closed door with a slightly red face.

After a while, no embarrassing sound came from inside the room.

My held breath became smoother, and I realized that my behavior of waiting at the door was a little abnormal.

He cursed himself inwardly, his face turned even redder, and he returned to Haiyun's room, hugged the pillow and sat on the bed.

There was no light in the room, but the dark environment made her feel more secure.

What happened last night happened too suddenly, and Haiyun's boyfriend's support and handling were so swift that after being rescued there was always a sense of unreality, and only the feeling of surviving a disaster remained.

It was not until I followed Haiyun to her home that the sense of unreality dissipated a lot. When I recalled it again, his handsome appearance became more impactful in my memory.

When Zhao Cheng told her about his future plans, Sean realized that this man had really thought a lot about her, including her future life.

Even though it was not out of love for him but just pity, Sean still felt cared for.

If Haiyun was a ray of warm but not dazzling sunshine in her dark life, then Zhao Cheng was like a fortress that protected them both from wind and rain, protecting them both at the critical moment.

Even though she knew they were hiding a secret from her, she didn't feel unhappy at all. Instead, she envied Haiyun.

How nice it would be if there was someone like this who cared about me in the future. If there was such a person...

Sean's mind went through all these years of memories, but he couldn't find any warm memories. Even his mother was indifferent to domestic violence, until she abandoned him when he was only in junior high school...

Sitting on the bed, he hugged the pillow with his arms tightened, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Tears flowed from her eyes drop by drop like pearls from a broken string, quickly wetting the pillow.

She bit her lips hard to hold back the sobs, just like the countless days and nights when she was insulted and beaten, and the nights when she tried hard to avoid the devil.