Uh, good evening, evening?

"Are you sure this is all?"

Fang Ran looked at the route Ling had vaguely planned out for him in the night sky, swallowed nervously, and asked.

"Yes, this training is mainly to hone your basic abilities. Given your current ordinary person's physique, I've decided to start by slowly training you on the most fundamental methods of movement," Ling said seriously.

"Oh, I see. Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Fang Ran patted his chest in relief, then looked at the 'training plan' Ling had given him.

The training plan had a few simple tests, mainly requiring Fang Ran to move between the rooftops of some tall buildings, such as using The Float to accelerate and rush across.

Fang Ran read it carefully several times, standing on the rooftop of the building he was currently on, comparing his route for a long time. He didn't find any difficult points; the most challenging part was just the two buildings at the end with a height difference of over ten meters.

"How is it? Not ready yet?"

Ling floated beside him, looking relaxed.

Fang Ran glanced at Ling, feeling confident and sneering inwardly.

You foolish power bank, it seems you want to train my courage from the basics this time.

But how could you know that in yesterday's Night Battles scenario, I jumped directly from an even taller building!

This little bit of training is absolutely no... no... no problem for me!

If it weren't for the fact that the current Fang Ran wasn't the cool-headed version from the scenario and was feeling a bit of lingering fear about what he had done, causing his legs to tremble, these words would have been quite convincing.

"Ho... how could that be!"

Fang Ran retorted stubbornly, then summoned Silver Severing Dragon Tooth, gripping it in his hand. He kept thinking about how he would jump in a moment, took a deep breath, and said:

"Speed, activate."

A beam of light flashed from the dragon's eye on Silver Severing Dragon Tooth and spread throughout its body. Fang Ran had discovered in the last scenario that when his Speed Value was activated and doubled, not only his speed but also his reaction time would significantly increase.

"Towards the light! Be careful not to get scared of heights and freeze up~"

Ling floated away first, not forgetting to leave Fang Ran with a string of clear laughter.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me!"

Fang Ran pouted and talked back. After Ling floated far away, Fang Ran looked at the rooftop where he was alone. It was dark and empty around him, with a bit of cold wind blowing. He shuffled step by step to the edge again.

He glanced down.

Then immediately shrank back.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

"Fang Ran, you must be calm!"

"This is the time to show your manly composure!"

Fang Ran kept comforting himself, then gripped Silver Severing Dragon Tooth tightly, took out The Float, and activated the magic, ignoring the fact that if he slipped, he would immediately be dead at this height!

"Don't mess up later! Float!"

Then Fang Ran charged out, stepped on the edge of the rooftop, and leaped directly towards the opposite side over ten meters away.

At this moment, Fang Ran's mind was filled with only one word.

Charge!

He had to charge!

He couldn't back down!

As the saying goes, if you want to get over a wall, throw your hat over it first!

Uh... that doesn't seem quite right...

But it doesn't matter!

Because...

Fang Ran shouted the answer!

"Orcs will never be slaves!!!!"

In the dark street, a huge cargo container in the third row of densely packed containers was opened from both ends.

A faint flashlight beam illuminated the inside of the container, but not a single ray leaked outside.

Two groups of people walked into this 'temporary trading point' from the two sides of the opened container.

Black trench coats, black hats and ties, and the obvious presence of bulging firearms at their waists. The burly men on the right exuded a dangerous ferocity.

Compared to the group on the right, who practically had 'I'm a gangster' written all over their faces, the people on the left were mostly dressed in ordinary suits and ties, some even in professional attire. Most of them were lean and capable, subtly revealing an aura that they were not to be trifled with either.

"Did you bring the goods?"

Among the men in black trench coats, a cold, stern man walked out, a cigarette slowly burning at the corner of his mouth.

"Since I'm here, the goods are naturally here. I just don't know if what I want has arrived."

On the other side, a man also walked out, wearing a simple shirt, smiling with a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Tsk, show it to him."

The man in the black trench coat said in a low voice to the person beside him, and then a briefcase was opened by one of the burly men in black trench coats.

It was neatly filled with US dollars.

"Yo!"

The man on the opposite side clapped his hands happily, his movements exaggerated. Then he tilted his chin, and his subordinate beside him understood, also taking out a similar box and opening it.

Something resembling flour was neatly arranged in transparent plastic bags.

Swish!! Swish!! Swish!! Swish!! Swish!!

At the same time!

Both groups simultaneously pulled out their guns, pointing them directly at each other's heads!

The gangster and the man in the shirt both had cruel, dangerous smiles at the corners of their mouths, and said to their subordinates:

"Inspect the goods."

"Inspect the goods."

Each side sent two people forward to the two boxes, inspecting whether the chips for this transaction were genuine.

After a while, both sides withdrew their hands simultaneously and nodded to their respective bosses.

The two boxes were closed, and both sides tossed them to each other. Once the boxes were in hand, everyone tacitly put away their guns.

It seemed this wasn't their first time cooperating.

"Pleasant cooperation. Looking forward to our next meeting."

The man in the shirt chuckled, while the man in the black trench coat snorted and didn't reply.

"Wahahaha!!! Too easy!!! Stupid summoned beast, to think such a simple thing would scare its great master!"

In the night sky.

Having overcome his initial fear in a normal state, and with the height difference not being too great, Fang Ran, controlling the magic of The Float, found flying in the air...

...was actually quite exhilarating.

The night wind whistled past his ears. The Float faithfully executed Fang Ran's commands, lifting his body and drifting forward after Fang Ran accelerated and shot out.

Arriving at another location, Fang Ran landed gracefully according to his planned stylish posture, snapped his fingers, and wore an expression that screamed 'I'm so cool'.

"Stop admiring yourself over there alone, hurry up! You haven't even moved half the distance!"

Ling's voice rang out from a distance. Fang Ran looked at the faint light flickering not far away and grinned proudly:

"Relax, with my current speed, it's enough!"

"Oh? Then I look forward to it."

In the data space, Ling floated in mid-air, tapping her leg, a smile playing on her lips. She withdrew the Psychokinesis that had been acting on the metal sheet below her.

"Ladder Cloud Steps!!!"

Fang Ran let out a low shout in the night, as if he were a highly skilled young hero from ancient times, walking on the rooftops in the night, doing things like picking flowers and robbing... cough cough, doing deeds of chivalry and justice!

Fang Ran accelerated and leaped out. The Float took effect, his body seeming to be supported by something as he drifted forward. Fang Ran found it incredibly interesting.

Ling's location was approaching, and Fang Ran had already planned how he would land gracefully.

Approaching the location and reducing Magic Energy Value was something Fang Ran was already very skilled at.

"Ha, how about that, I told you... Ah!"

Before Fang Ran could finish speaking, he felt his feet give way, as if he had stepped on a piece of paper. With an 'Oh my god', he tumbled down.

Thud!

Fang Ran, who had fallen heavily to the ground, felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

Fortunately, this pit isn't deep.

Thinking this, Fang Ran rubbed his backside and raised his head.

Then he saw the burly men in black trench coats and the thugs in shirt and suit sets.

They were staring at him with strange eyes, as if watching Godzilla invade Earth.

Then swish! swish! swish! swish! swish!

Everyone simultaneously pulled out their guns and pointed them at Fang Ran.

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Looking at the more than twenty guns pointed at him at once, Fang Ran felt he had to say something to save himself. His mouth twitched wildly as he tried to ask:

"Uh, good... good... good evening?"

Fang Ran, twenty years old, an on-the-run wanted criminal, doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, isn't gay, is a virgin, has been single for roughly his age, failed the CET-4 three times, has been confessed to by a male friend, lost money three times in the first half of the year, missed his stop six times, and was rejected seven times.

At this moment, he updated his status.

He had confronted a drug trafficking gang.

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Uh, I feel like the author's words today aren't very interesting