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"Yo, meeting again, huh? Are you here for money? Or do you want me to lend a hand?" Seeing Jiu Ming's detestable face again, Kamijo Touma stuffed the gold nugget into his pocket without hesitation. This guy could casually pull something like that out—he definitely wasn't short on money. No need to be polite at all!
"You think a little setback like this can make the great Kamijo surrender? That's child's play... Wait, what's that in your hand?!" When Kamijo Touma saw the familiar yellowish chunk in Jiu Ming's hand, his face instantly twisted. He hurriedly felt around in his pocket... When had that hole appeared inside it?!
"Such misfortune... Give it back!!"
"Heh heh heh, I picked this up."
"No!!!"
"Man, that's tragic. What kind of curse does someone need to suffer to be unlucky to this extent?" With a wave of his hand, Jiu Ming stirred up a fierce gust that blew the gang of punks sprawling in all directions and sent them fleeing in panic. Then he patted the unlucky boy on the shoulder, returned his belongings with a sympathetic look, and slipped him a brand-new booklet while he was at it.
"? What's this?"
"Combat-Killing Fist..." In Jiu Ming's world, it wasn't anything that absolutely had to be kept secret. Even ordinary people could get a simplified beginner's set after paying a price, registering with the relevant department, and passing an inspection.
After all, that world faced the threat of exotic beasts. It was necessary for ordinary people to have some ability to protect themselves. Jiu Ming's copy, however, was the complete version. "Don't doubt it. This is a mainstream fist technique passed around in the military... though it's not all that useful."
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