Li Moxiao excitedly drew back her fist.
"How was that? Uncle, am I awesome or what?"
Shen Jin smacked his lips. "Good grief-that had to have... Tier 3 destructive power, right?"
Little Niece's fighting strength had always been a mystery.
She couldn't be stronger than me now, could she?
Then Shen Jin thought again. Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Breaking through to Tier 3 took brains. No matter how deep Little Niece's reserves of power were,
she was only a pseudo-Tier 3 at most.
How could anyone eat their way to Tier 3?
What an absurd joke!
Just then, a flicker of confusion passed through Little Niece's eyes before they cleared again a moment later.
"Huh? I unlocked the Tier 3 Gene Lock!"
Shen Jin: "..."
Goddamn system, are you a piece of trash or what?
It took you this long to get me to Tier 3-pah! I reached Tier 3 through my own insights!
Look at her, casually eating her way to Tier 3!
Shen Jin now seriously suspected that Little Niece had a system too.
"Confess! Did you choose a sword?"
Li Moxiao gave Shen Jin a bewildered look. "What sword?"
Fine.
Shen Jin didn't think Li Moxiao's acting could make her confusion look so natural.
Was this what being exceptionally gifted meant?
Damn luck monster!
Ding Bowen patted Shen Jin. "Brother Jin... I think we should give them a proper explanation for why we fell through the roof."
At that moment,
on the base's second floor, five Afghans in military uniforms stared dumbfounded at the group that had dropped from the sky.
A line from a Chinese-language film that had circulated in Afghanistan years ago seemed to echo through their minds:
"Have you ever heard of a palm technique that descends from the heavens?"
What the hell was this?!