Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

Attend a lecture?

Until he hung up the phone, Yang Noi still hadn't figured out what Ling Jia was up to.

The only thing that is certain is that Linga is now in the Celestial Empire... meeting an American.

……

The word success seemed to be born for Matthew Sway.

Born in the slums, he did not become one of the numerous homeless people or gang members in America. Instead, he put on a suit and performed magic on stage. After his great success, he devoted himself to psychology and soon packaged himself as a "psychology expert."

Relying on his understanding of the human body's subconscious mind and psychology, he has been appreciated by many companies, who vied to hire him to teach in an attempt to master more advanced marketing methods.

As these companies continued to achieve great success, they attracted the attention of more international giants. They realized that "this person may be a liar, but he is definitely an incredibly clever liar" and decisively extended an olive branch.

Matthew Sway did not disappoint everyone. He handed in an answer sheet that satisfied and even shocked the world. After that, he published many works and traveled around the world to give lectures.

Because it integrates many elements such as psychology, subconsciousness, magic, and marketing, it has a magical effect that is almost like super powers.

At some point, people gradually began to recognize him as the world's most powerful hypnotist.

Matthew's teaching style is exactly the same as a magic show, which makes him look like a magician performing around the world. He is also very satisfied with the results of such teaching.

People who attend the lectures can understand the content more intuitively, making knowledge such as psychology, which is difficult for ordinary people to understand, simple and easy to understand, and even very interesting.

In addition, through repeated practice, one can continuously improve and refine one's own theory.

This teaching method is much better than the boring rote learning and the ridiculous happy education.

Matthew thought proudly.

At this moment, he is performing in Hong Kong, China.

He had not originally planned to come.

After all, he was almost arrested for certain crimes last time, and it was only after much persuasion that the misunderstanding was cleared up. This made him realize that his theories, which "work" everywhere, may bring him trouble in certain environments because of their "workability".

Fortunately, this time it was an invitation from a wealthy man, and it was a relatively private party. The price he offered was difficult for him to refuse, so he readily agreed.

But just when Matthew was performing hypnosis on a lady, enabling her to use the power of her subconscious mind to recite an entire book by heart, causing exclamations from people around them, an "accident" occurred.

Literally, it fell directly from the sky.

If you think going down the stairs is too troublesome, just step on the ceiling and jump into the room.

"Everyone howl~"

Linga was wearing a neat black suit and looked like a mafia boss. He walked leisurely on the gravel and greeted people in deliberately sarcastic Chinese.

Everybody here really wants to howl.

No, in fact some ladies had already howled, but when they recognized Linga's identity, they were so scared that they immediately covered their mouths for fear of attracting his burning gaze.

"I'm sorry, the knock was a little loud, but you can't blame me. The elevator is too low and there are so many floors, so I can only rely on myself."

Linga spread his hands and pointed at the hole on top of his head. The person standing next to him looked up subconsciously and couldn't help but gasp.

From the fifth underground floor, I could actually see a glimpse of the blue sky outside.

Could this monster be a meteorite that fell from the sky and smashed here in one go? !

"Are you Matthew Shiwei? The world's most powerful hypnotist?"

Linga didn't care about the looks of these people. He just looked at the bald white man not far away. He didn't know if it was because his brain was too developed, but his scalp looked like it had been waxed. There were no pores at all, as if a layer of membrane had evolved.

"...I really want to say no, but since you have come all the way here, I'm afraid it would be meaningless even if I ran away to the ends of the earth, so...yes, I am Matthew Shiwei."

Matthew shrugged and readily admitted his identity.

In fact, there is no need to "admit" it. He just gives a satisfactory answer to the other party out of respect.

"Chinese, Japanese, English, German, French..."

Linga pulled over a chair and sat down, crossing his legs. He gestured to Matthew with his chin, his tone calm but unquestionable. He did not take the wealthy and famous people around him seriously at all, as if they were just a pair of decorative ornaments used to create an atmosphere.

"Whatever you want, use all your skills to show me your proud 'hypnosis'."

"To you?"

Matthew's eyelids twitched.

"If you think it can work for me, you can give it a try. To be honest, I'm also curious about what it feels like to be hypnotized."

"It's a pity that you will probably never experience this feeling in your lifetime, because a brain that has lasted for 100 million years without any wear and tear on its personality cannot be affected by mere hypnosis, except for surgery and drugs. In the final analysis, that is a theory that can only work on 'ordinary people'."

Matthew spoke his mind without reservation.

Linga smiled and made no comment. He turned to look at the organizer, a bald tycoon, and said in fluent Mandarin:

"I heard that the people of China are very hospitable. I am here as a guest. Are you going to give me some local specialties?"

The host was so angry that he cursed in his heart, but he put on a smile on the surface and said, "Of course, of course. There are quite a lot of local specialties, but I don't know which one you like. How about this, everyone here show some appreciation."

"?!"

Everyone else gave him a look of shock and anger, as if to say "Are you trying to drag me down with you?", but the bald rich man glared back at them. They immediately realized what was going on. They almost forgot that this was a great opportunity to build a good relationship with the other party, and even if they regarded it as "life-saving money" in the short term, it still made sense.

"That's right!"

"It's not easy for Mr. Linga to come to Hong Kong, so we should express our gratitude to him."

"It would be better if we could stay a few more days."

Linga waved his hand and interrupted, "I only have half a day, and you also only have half a day. I hope to take away some specialties related to 'cats'."

Everyone responded quickly and gathered together to discuss in a low voice.

Everyone had left, so Matthew had to find a few waiters to cooperate with him in performing hypnosis.

He has a very strong mental constitution and is able to perform calmly even under Linga’s aura.

To some extent, this “strongest” is indeed of great value.

After talking for two hours straight and coordinating with the magic show techniques, the middle-aged Matthew also felt tired. Taking advantage of the break to drink water, he started a conversation with Linga and curiously asked him why he was curious about "hypnosis".

“Because I want to learn it.”

Linga’s answer was direct and clear.

Matthew's expression froze.

"Learn... learn? Although you have fully demonstrated your excellent ability to adapt to modern knowledge, the relevant theories involved in 'hypnosis' are different from basic subjects. Moreover, if I may be frank, you seem to be planning to learn it in half a day?"

"Can't you?"

"If 'Yes' makes you angry, then I still choose to agree with your point of view."

"You are indeed a smart man."

……

Twelve o'clock in the evening.

A private plane is parked somewhere in the neon-lit Hong Kong.

Linga was still dressed the same way and walking at the front, followed by the group of rich and famous people and Matthew.

"That's the 'specialty' you prepared?"

Linga pointed at two cages nearby and asked in surprise.

The cages contained a black and white ball and a Northeast golden tabby cat.

"Yes, these are our country's precious animals, and they are also related to 'cats'. We think you might have a better impression of animals, so we boldly gave you these two extraordinary 'cats'. If you are not satisfied, there are two 'spare' warehouses next to you. You can choose freely. If you really can't take them away, we can send someone to deliver them to a designated location."

The bald rich man carefully chose his words, fearing to offend the human-shaped disaster in front of him.

"No, that's all. Put them out. I don't need the 'bags'."

"what?"

Everyone present was shocked when they heard Linga's request. The giant panda was okay, but the Northeast Golden Shaded Grey was no joke!

But under the pressure of Linga's eyes, the staff still opened the cage with trembling.

The giant panda hid in the cage and dared not come out.

The adult Northeastern golden tabby jumped out of the cage without any hesitation, but the next moment its body shook and it froze in place like a statue, staring at Linga with its tiger eyes. As it stared... it tucked its tail between its legs and backed away, shrinking into the corner of the cage and not daring to move.

"come over."

Linga raised his eyebrows and urged.

Then, everyone looked in amazement at the two beasts who obediently left the cage and came to Linga, lying down timidly.

This sentence is more effective than a beast tamer.

"Everyone, see you later~"

Linga waved his hand and strode onto the plane.

The black and white ball and the Northeast golden tabby cat also followed him onto the plane, which scared the flight attendants.

Watching the plane take off and fly into the night sky, the bald rich man breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and opened his arms to the crowd and shouted: "Come on, everyone, let's go have a drink together to celebrate that we have not made enemies with the world's strongest terrorists!"

This statement drew enthusiastic responses from the others.

Except for Matthew Shiwei.

"What's wrong, Mr. Matthew? Is it that you two became close friends just for a long time, and now that your friend is gone, you are unhappy?"

The bald rich man put his arm around his shoulders and joked.

"...No, I'm just thinking about whether human wisdom is a constraint on humans."

Matthew Sway stared at the night sky.

"Of course not. Only money can restrain people's steps."

"So can money buy you what I took decades to learn in ten hours?"

"...Well, if there is information infusion through technological equipment...well, I admit that it is impossible to do it through normal means."

“But he did it.”

"……what?"

"It's like your child watches you walk, so he learns to walk, then learns to run, and finally... runs faster than you because he is young. Why didn't the years leave any marks on him, but made us old like this instead?"

"..."

"Humans abandoned their instincts and bodies and embarked on the path of wisdom. As a result, due to the lack of a strong body, the powerful subconscious power is difficult to develop... If I were like him, would I be able to use this power naturally and master all the knowledge in the world today just like understanding common sense... Haha, it's so ironic. What am I doing in my life? What are humans doing? High technology? Morality? Order? Hahahaha..."

Watching Matthew staggering into the night as if he was drunk, muttering incomprehensible nonsense, the bald rich man shuddered for no reason.

I looked up again and forgot to look at the direction where the plane disappeared.

Because he suddenly realized that the terrifying thing about that person seemed to be more than just "violence"... or in other words, this "primitive violence" didn't seem to only affect material things.

"Damn you, look what you dug up!"

……

A whole day without linga allowed Yukino to experience the feeling of relaxation after a long time.

Although this day was not actually easy.

First, she went to Huangying Girls' College with her sister to complete the admission procedures. Then, her sister dragged her to the nearby Guangrong Boxing Gym to experience the feeling of hitting a sandbag.

If the Miss "Togo Touma", who seemed to be a big capitalist, had not had important matters to discuss with the chairman of the board of directors of the Imperial Sakura Girls' College, she would probably have been doomed.

But compared to this, what made Yukino feel more complicated was——

In the morning, I was advising my sister not to rely too much on the so-called "nutrient solution". As a result, I watched my sister hitting the sandbag with full energy, while I was quickly defeated because of my lack of endurance.

It’s hard to imagine that a day has passed like this.

If this was the class difference she felt from her sister when they first met, then Yukino felt that there was no need for her to care.

No shopping, no reading, no tea party.

Just sweat and sandbags.

I felt sore all over before the next day.

In comparison, Yang No was refreshed. Although she was sweating, she didn't feel tired at all. After returning to the hotel, she was dragged to have a SPA.

Yukino fell asleep halfway through and didn't know how she got back to the room.