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Meanwhile, Mike, who had also returned to the villa, had already enjoyed dinner served by the maid.

Carly, who took a short break to attend a temporary chef training course, has seen a significant improvement in her cooking skills recently.

“Mike, I’ve recently learned some massage techniques, would you like to try them?” Carly returned to the living room after clearing away the dishes.

"Of course~" Mike comfortably lay back on the sofa, very satisfied with the little maid's "ambition".

Not wanting to be left out, Lisa and Jessica also gathered around, ready to observe and learn.

On the other side, little Peggy pouted and quietly went back to her room.

On the sofa, Mike, who was enjoying a massage with his eyes closed, was interacting with the girls with his hands while silently reciting in his mind, integrating the [Blessing. Rejuvenation (Trait)] into his body.

You should know that this was the first time he had ever encountered such a strange property.

As a wave of comfort spread, Mike felt as if every cell in his body had come alive, and he felt like he was seventeen again.

They possessed boundless energy.

What? Mike is seventeen now? That's alright then.

Mike, now equipped with the [Blessing. Rejuvenation (Trait)], understood its purpose. The effect seems somewhat similar to the eternal youth trait in Demon Body, but this [Blessing] trait is more like a buff.

It is constantly injecting vitality into Mike's body cells.

An unconventional "perpetual motion machine".

"Alright, let me reward you all~"

Feeling the energy emanating from his kidneys, Mike got up and pushed the three girls to the floor-to-ceiling window.

……

Under the hazy moonlight, the dazzling lights of Apple City resembled stars scattered from the Milky Way.

Chapter 347 An Unexpected Invitation

"Mike, here is a very special letter. You'd better take a look."

One morning, as Peggy was tidying up Mike's closet, she took out a special letter.

There were no words on the envelope, only a black figure printed on the seal.

MIB, short for Men in Black, is also known as the Men in Black Special Forces.

An assembled organization that is not in the public eye and does not belong to any institution, whose main task is to maintain world peace.

“That’s interesting!” Mike smiled.

If an unsuspecting person saw such a letter, they would only think it was a prank.

However, knowing that this world has superhuman powers and aliens, Mike was not surprised by the appearance of the Men in Black.

After all, he had seen the other person once in a Texas movie theater.

Mike was still somewhat surprised to receive such an invitation. After all, the Men in Black were an elite team, and every agent was selected from within the military.

While ensuring the loyalty of the agents, it also ensures that they possess a certain level of combat capability.

In this situation, Mike, who usually maintains a low profile, really had no idea when he had been targeted by the other organization.

But that’s fine too.

Mike had previously investigated the whereabouts of the Men in Black, but because they were so thorough in their operations, he had never been able to find any clues.

Now it can be said that the other party has delivered themselves to our doorstep.

Looking at the address of the Men in Black organization marked at the bottom of the document: Sixth Avenue Bridge and Tunnel Authority, Manhattan.

Final signatory: Ms. O.

Mike checked the document again; the date he was invited to the selection was this weekend.

So Mike decided to postpone his vampire visit and instead make contact with the Men in Black first.

Meanwhile, Mark also began his own plan to transform his children.

He found his daughter alone in the lecture hall, writing a love letter. But when he saw her slipping revealing "artistic photos" into the pink letter, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

“Hey, Maggie, you can’t do this!” Mark stepped forward to stop her like a concerned father.

To be honest, Maggie O'Donnell is actually quite pretty, with long, flowing brown hair. She looks gentle and has a scholarly air about her.

This beautiful woman, however, is actually a serious "fangirl" deep down.

Commonly known as: Late-stage appearance-obsessed person.

Maggie, who was lost in her own thoughts, was startled by the voice in her ear.

Then, she hid the letter behind her back and glared angrily at the person who had come in: "Who are you? Why are you here? If you can't explain yourself, I'll sue you for harassment."

Lecture halls are generally not used by students unless it's a large class.

Seeing his daughter's wary look, Mark felt a little relieved, but the way she looked at him like he was a pervert gave him a headache.

"Well, I was just a stranger," Mark explained sheepishly, then launched into a lecture: "What you did was wrong. How could you send those kinds of photos to a guy you don't even know? As a girl, you need to learn self-respect and self-love first..."

Without realizing it, Mark had put himself into the role of the old father.

Little did he know that his youthful appearance made him completely unsuitable for preaching.

"Enough! Why are you nagging me like my dad? Besides, even my dad has never said that to me." Maggie stopped the boy across from her who was inexplicably overly familiar with her and warned, "Don't talk to me like that, and don't let me see you again."

Mark's manner and tone of voice while lecturing clearly stirred up unpleasant memories for the girl.

Therefore, after giving a warning, the girl stormed out of the lecture hall.

Mark, feeling slighted by the rejection he received, was initially quite dejected. Then he consoled himself, saying, "At least it's a good start; we've already had some communication."

After meeting his daughter, Mark began searching for his son on campus.

After making numerous inquiries, he finally found his son in a toilet stall.

Alex O'Donnell looked quite disheveled at this point.

Mark advised, "You need to learn to be firm. And you can always tell your parents, or ask your teacher for help..."

"Are you done talking? If you are, I'll be going now." In response to Mark's concern, Alex simply went to the sink to tidy his appearance.

"Hey, did you hear what I said?" Mark got a little angry when he saw his son's pathetic appearance.

"What, you want to take your anger out on me too?" Alex numbly offered his face and said, "Go ahead~"

The discord within his family not only made Alex timid but also slightly twisted his inner self.

"Since you're not going to do anything, I'm leaving." Seeing Mark standing there dumbfounded, Alex turned and left the bathroom indifferently.

Sin! ! !

After spending time with his children, Mark's feelings became even more complicated.

"Hey Mark. You look terrible. Is something bothering you?" In the hallway, Mike, who was in a good mood, saw Mark looking "disheartened."

Because there's a big fish lurking behind Mark waiting to be caught, Mike doesn't mind building a good relationship with him.

“I’m fine.” Mark was still wary of Mike.

However, thinking about his son's troubles, he decided to "ask for help" from Mike, a real young man: "I mean, how can I help someone who is suffering from bullying at school?"

“There are many different situations like this. If someone suffers from violence because of a physical or psychological defect, then you should start by addressing the defect, facing it squarely, and changing it…” Mike gave a brief analysis, then continued, “Of course, if you really want to help the other person, you can put yourself in their shoes and become their ‘friend’ first…”

"That way, at least the other party will have a companion when they are being bullied or want to fight back."

The first thing a victim of bullying is likely to encounter is isolation. If, at this time, they have a "powerful" friend, the bullying will naturally be resolved.

“Good suggestion~” Mark’s face showed a knowing look.

Becoming "friends" with his son and helping him in return—isn't that exactly what Mark wanted to do?

Mike's words seemed to help him clarify his thoughts.

"Thank you for your advice. You're actually a pretty good person." Mark, having resolved his inner conflict, had a somewhat different opinion of Mike.

Mike, who had inexplicably received another "friend zone" card, gave the other person a speechless look, letting them figure it out themselves.

"By the way, Mike. If you receive a love letter from Maggie tomorrow, don't open it. There are some things in it that aren't suitable for you to see right now." Before leaving, Mark thought of his daughter's outrageous actions again.

After Mark left, Peggy suddenly spoke up, puzzled, "Mike, I feel like that person was a bit strange. He doesn't seem like someone his age."

Although his body has become younger, Mark still finds it difficult to change his ingrained middle-aged behavioral patterns.

This is also what makes him so strange.

"Who cares? It's none of our business anyway." Mike casually covered for the other party.

“That’s true!” Peggy nodded in agreement, then grabbed Mike and shouted, “Let’s hurry up, class is about to start.”

As the school bell rang, the students began another day of painful studying.

Of course, geniuses like Mike and Peggy are different; for them, class time is just a change of scenery for studying.

Commonly known as: self-study

Clearly, the two students' learning progress has far exceeded what the teacher taught in class.

Chapter 348 Special Agent Selection

As the weekend arrived, Mike, dressed in a casual suit, drove his red Ferrari toward the Men in Black headquarters.

Sixth Avenue in Manhattan can be considered the transportation hub of Apple City, with the most roads and overpasses.

Because the Hudson River flows through this area, a port and shipping authority is also located here.

In terms of overall industrial development, the practicality of this place clearly outweighs its residential function.

God knows why MIB's headquarters are located here.

Following the address on the invitation, Mike drove his sports car to the suburbs and finally stopped downstream on the Hudson River, where the massive stone piers of the bridge spanning the river were right in front of him.

Further to the side, there was a large expanse of desolate land.

With such secrecy, it's no wonder Mike hadn't found any trace of the Men in Black headquarters before.

"Hey buddy, nice sports car~" As the frivolous whistle rang out, a strong young black man, chasing after the car exhaust, also arrived at the stone block: "Let me introduce myself, my name is James Edwards, and I'm just an ordinary detective in Apple City."

Perhaps seeing that Mike was holding the same invitation, James's attitude was quite enthusiastic.

“Damn, this place is really hard to find. I wonder what that MIB does.” Meanwhile, James, dressed in a baggy sweatshirt, also displayed the rapping skills unique to Black people: “I thought they were recruiting secret agents, but now I feel they're more likely looking for actors or models…”

"Could MIB actually be a brokerage firm? But with its headquarters in a place like this, business must be terrible..."

While making his comments, James also kept an eye on Mike and observed the surrounding situation.

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It has to be said that James truly lives up to his reputation as a detective chosen by the Men in Black headquarters; his alertness is indeed remarkable.

“Mike Quinn, a recent Columbia graduate. Nice to meet you.” After the other person shut up, Mike greeted the future Agent J.

"God! I knew MIB didn't sound like a legitimate organization!" After learning that Mike was a student, James began to seriously doubt MIB's motives.

"Wait, you look familiar. Were you an athlete before... football... Oh right, you're Tornado~" Clearly, James' memory and observation skills are both quite good.

At least under these circumstances, he still has time to let his thoughts wander.

The familiar face he mentioned was probably the inspirational documentary about Mike's time with the football team last year.

What Mike didn't expect was that the documentary would spread so widely.

“I used to be a member of the Melford rugby team.” Hearing the nickname “Tornado” for the first time, Mike felt a strange sense of shame.

“Yes, it was the high school league documentary, I remember you. I thought this guy was pretty good back then…” After recognizing Mike’s hidden identity, James became even more enthusiastic and continued, “Are you still playing football? I can see you have great talent, you’ll definitely become a sports superstar in the future.”

“We can talk about that another time,” Mike steered the conversation back on track, saying, “Shouldn’t we be finding the entrance to MIB headquarters first?”

The best way to stop someone from being a chatterbox is to distract them.

Who knows what will happen if the two continue talking?

“You’re right, we should go and see what MIB is.” When it came to business, James returned to normal.

Then, the two of them tapped and knocked on the large stone in front of them, and finally found a small window behind some weeds.

"Hi, we're here on Ms. O's orders. How do we get in?" James shouted at the book-sized window, gesturing with his hands and feet as he tried to figure out how to squeeze through such a small window.