Magnetic Storm Meets Sword Intent: Danger!

Sing Sing felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He immediately used a master-level Loach Kung Fu, slipping away from Saeko Busujima's delicate hand like a mudfish.

A tactical backward lean allows the player to retreat several meters, creating a safe distance.

As his feet touched the ground, he didn't forget to tie a tight knot around his waist, securing the loose-fitting robe to prevent any glimpse of his private parts.

"Isn't this Comrade Lorna, our bureau's sole talent among thousands of acres of land, our specially appointed chief expert in magnetism!" "What gust of wind blew you back to Beijing from the construction site in Hainan?"

"You should have said so earlier! If I had known Chief Luo was coming, I would have brought two 100,000-shot red sedan chairs to the airport to pick him up!"

Lorna chuckled coldly and waved her right hand.

In mid-air, the shovel grazed past Sing Sing's right ear, the resulting wind blade severing two stray hairs from his sideburns before the shovel sank into the brick wall.

"If I had submitted a report in advance, how could I have had the privilege of witnessing Director Zhou's theatrical performance?"

Lorna glanced sideways at the still swaying wicker rocking chair.

"What's this? You just won a battle on a transoceanic mission, and now you're already acting out your old tricks of landlords forcibly taking innocent women back home? Do you really think you're some kind of reincarnation of Huang Shiren, spouting out exploitative class rhetoric here?"

Saeko Busujima remained calm and composed, smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes before bowing to the menacing Lorna.

"Miss, you seem to have misunderstood. I am Saeko Busujima, a disciple of my master in Japan. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Yes, yes! Lorna, let the organization explain it to you. This is a routine matter for our Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office's foreign affairs united front work!"

He brazenly took two steps forward and started talking.

"Comrade Tokushima is a representative of outstanding graduating students from a reputable Toyo High School. He specially flew across the ocean to Beijing to give me a report on his thoughts!"

"Just now, my master and I were conducting a cross-border academic discussion on traditional intangible cultural heritage martial arts, Tendon-Separating and Bone-Dislocating Hand in depth the angle of force exertion in the joint-dislocating technique!"

"Academic exchange involves a bit of physical exertion, which aligns perfectly with the logic of dialectical materialism, right?"

Lorna glanced at Saeko Busujima's earlobe.

"Academic exchange? Director Zhou, are you kidding me?"

"Since when did the 749 Bureau's political and ideological reports start including 'love-filled lunchboxes' and 'add-on services' like undressing?"

"Why don't you just submit a report to the import office and apply for two large bathtubs for couples to enjoy the water together?"

Saeko Busujima spoke first upon hearing this:

"To quell the chaos in North America, Master fought alone against an overwhelming enemy, exhausting his True Qi and facing death several times."

"As a disciple of the Busujima Style School of martial arts, serving my master is a duty and obligation passed down through generations of martial families. I don't know why you've angered my sister so much."

Saeko's eyes were clear and bright, utterly innocent.

"On the contrary, this expert lady with green hair broke into a private residence without the owner's permission, and upon entering, she brandished a metal weapon with the intention of injuring someone. Such arrogance and rudeness, what are her intentions?"

"Do researchers on the other side of the ocean lack even the most basic manners?"

This seemingly gentle yet veiled remark completely ignited Lorna's anger.

"Who are you calling ill-mannered?!"

Lorna's fierce aura intensified, and an electromagnetic storm erupted around her, instantly turning the thermos full of goji berries into a twisted iron bar.

"Trespassing? I, Lorna Dane, am the Chief Magnetic Field Engineer for the 749 Bureau!"

"Living security will be fully in line with the standards for Division-Level, with a separate annual salary agreement for top national talents, and they will enjoy special technical allowances from the State Council and awards for major projects!"

"I taught myself Feynman's Lectures on Physics, Griffiths's Introduction to Electrodynamics, Jackson's Classical Electrodynamics, and Kittel's Introduction to Solid State Physics!"

I'm an expert in mechanics, calculus, electromagnetic compatibility, and laboratory safety!

Currently, we are working on two major national research projects: "Superconducting Response of Magnetic Materials in Strong Magnetic Fields" and "Closed-Loop Control of Special Magnetic Field Sources."

"May I ask this Japan guest from Japan, what achievements have you made in academia?"

"How many SCI-indexed journal articles have you published in? How many invention patents have you obtained? What are you barking about filial piety and basic responsibilities here!"

Lorna raised her chin, her face radiating an air of academic bullying and condescension.

"Furthermore, I'm here specifically to investigate whether certain cadres with weak willpower have violated disciplinary regulations by privately accepting imported specialties of dubious origin!"

"To prevent our comrades from having their revolutionary will completely corrupted by the sugar-coated bullets of the foreign bourgeoisie with ulterior motives!"

Saeko Busujima's eyes flashed with a cold light as she took two steps forward, grabbed the wooden sword on the stone table, and prepared to strike.

"Since this expert has such doubts about the master's daily life and diet, he must also have extraordinary skills in martial arts."

"If you want to test whether Saeko is qualified to take care of her master, Saeko is ready at any time. Life and death are left to fate."

"Want to die? I'll grant your wish!"

Lorna's pupils glowed brightly with a green light.

In an instant, the courtyard was transformed into a scene of utter chaos, like gods fighting.

On one side were countless metal kettles, pickaxes, and broken nails suspended in the air, spinning wildly at supersonic speeds, while electromagnetic storms ripped up pieces of paving stones.

On the other side was the restrained and profound killing intent of the ancient swordsman.

Before Saeko Busujima even drew her wooden sword, its sharpness had already shredded the surrounding jujube leaves to shreds.

The violent air currents tore at Sing Sing's bright red bathrobe, making him tremble.

We're doomed!

If those two spendthrift women really start fighting in the courtyard, the detached house that was assigned to him in this scheme will be turned into a demolition site by Mario in less than three seconds.

If this collapses, and the expense report for public property is submitted, Uncle Biao will not only suffer a stroke on the spot, but he will also have all his paid leave and special work injury allowance deducted for the rest of his life!

At that point, forget about getting paid to relax; Zhou will even have to run up the tab for noodles with soybean paste in Wangfujing!

We must take a risky gamble!

Dealing with a woman who's so obsessed with saving face, conventional mediation is pointless; the only way is to unleash his Ling Ling Qi, Oscar-worthy, shameless acting skills!

In a flash, Sing Sing bit his tongue, and at the same time secretly channeled his True Qi to strike his chest and throat!

A bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky.

Sing Sing rolled his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and a mouthful of bloody foam, accompanied by a cloud of bloody mist, shot up more than two meters high.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed his hands to his chest and slammed straight down to the ground in a starfish position.

"I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore...!"