A foreigner's journey

The official residence that Heather provided to the Heroes Association was not this gym in the suburbs, but an apartment in J City that she did not live in regularly. She transformed it into a private gym that claimed not to accept disciples and was only for her own entertainment.

He 'borrowed' this gym located in the suburbs from a certain gang. You don't care how he borrowed it. In short, it will return to the original owner after leaving this world.

This suburban gymnasium occupies a small area, with a two-story building, a small garden with vegetables, and a garage. The first floor of the small building has been converted into a martial arts training ground. There are wooden mannequins placed in a decent manner and hanging dragons and phoenixes with calligraphy and paintings that read "Heart Drop Quan Ting". There is a swing in the courtyard.

A broken signboard of 'Heaven and Earth Bahuang Fist' hangs outside the main entrance of the garden.

Heather understands the thoughts of those who want to learn true skills. If you use the 'Shingen Ryū', there will probably be people who want to take advantage of you. If you change to the 'Heaven and Earth Bahuang Fist', no one will join in the fun.

With such a middle-class name and such a small and shabby yard, who are you trying to fool? With all that money, why not go to Mammoth Restaurant for a meal?

Heather was just happy to be at peace. He created a heart-flow background to match the character and make it more immersive, but he didn't have time to fool the apprentices who came to him.

But at this moment, a black car was parked outside the small courtyard that was supposed to be quiet and undisturbed.

Two men in black suits were lying on their toes outside the courtyard gate, looking inside.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Seeing that they were about to climb in from the side courtyard wall, Heather, who really didn't want them to trample the vegetables in the courtyard, could only stop her:

"Should I call the police?"

The two of them turned around immediately when they heard the sound. One had long lower eyelashes, and the other was tall and tall like a gorilla.

"Are you Yuhu, the second-ranked B-class? We have been looking for you for a long time. Needless to say, you should know who we are, right?"

"who?"

"Damn it! Don't you care about the image information of your colleagues on the official website of the Heroes Association?"

"Say something quickly."

"I am the third-ranked eyelash in the B-level, and he is the fourth-ranked mountain monkey in the B-level! Thanks to you, we are all forced to move one place back. Do you know how humiliating this is?"

"...so?"

Da, da, da... The crisp sound of high heels colliding with the cobblestones came from the side.

A graceful figure appeared in front of Heather.

"You are the second-ranked B-level 'Yuhu'. Just by looking at your face, you really have the capital to attract a lot of popularity."

This is a tall woman with a height of 1.67 meters. She has short black hair hanging down her shoulders. She is wearing a dark green long slim dress, black high-heeled over-the-knee leather boots, and a precious pearl necklace on her chest. She has a beautiful figure. The concave and convex shapes are extremely graceful and can be summed up in simple words as 'tight, thin, warped and long'.

She crossed her arms in front of her body to make the pair of vicious creatures more obvious, and said in a cold voice:

"First meeting, Mr. Heather, the newbie, I am Hell Fubuki. So you should know who I am, right?"

"I've never heard of it at all. Is there something wrong with you people? Why do you ask me to guess who you are every time you come up?"

Heather took out the key and unlocked the courtyard door, while looking at the three of them impatiently:

"What's going on?"

"You really look down on people. How dare you be so arrogant in the face of a B-level big shot. How come a B-level newcomer doesn't take the initiative to greet Miss Fubuki?"

Eyelash lowered her voice angrily and said:

"The first thing a person who upgrades to B-level should do is greet Miss Fubuki. This is an old rule!"

"Whose old rules are there? Are you a group of school bullies? You actually imitate those little losers and play bully... Really, my impression of the Hero Association has plummeted."

Heather opened the courtyard door but had no intention of going in, and had no intention of inviting these people in as guests:

"You don't look like you're here as a guest. To make a long story short, dinner hasn't been cooked yet."

Eyelashes and Yamazaru opened their mouths angrily to say something, but were interrupted by Fubuki's raised hand.

"Heather, do you know that there are various factions in the hero industry? You have just become a professional hero for less than half a month, and you should not have joined any organization. It is difficult for someone like you to survive."

Fubuki's delicate face showed a cold smile:

"Whether you want to increase your ranking or gain popularity and rewards, without a faction you can only stand still. So, join my organization and I can take you one step further."

Heather couldn't help but sneer: "Even the tone and words are exactly the same as those of a delinquent. Are you going to say, 'I only say these words to heroes with a bright future'?"

He leaned on the courtyard door frame with one hand in his pocket, and tossed the keys up and down with the other hand, as if he suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand, so you are afraid that I will steal your B-level No. 1 throne?"

Snapped! Heather grabbed the key that was thrown into the air, and then pointed at Fubuki from afar:

"Don't worry, I'm different from a waste like you who is willing to stay at the top of B-level and dare not move. I will be promoted to S-level and then seize the top position of S-level, while you will continue to hide in your B-level nest. Come inside. Okay, you can leave."

Fubuki's face no longer had that calm smile, but became very cold: "...you wasted my kindness. I originally planned to let Yanshe and Shanzaru teach you a lesson to make you afraid, but now I changed Got an idea. Eyelashes, orangutan!"

"Yes Yes!"

"Hit me hard! Beat him until he can no longer engage in heroic activities!"

After hearing Fubuki's ruthless order, Eyelash immediately took out two eyelash curlers as weapons and rushed forward, while Yamazaru was not to be outdone and swung his huge fist at Heather.

Plop! Plop!

Fubuki's eyes only felt blurred, and then Shima and Yamazaru fell to the ground at the same time, motionless.

The blood gradually dispersed into a pool of blood beneath them.

Heather still had the same lazy look with one hand in her pocket, and only raised her left index finger:

"One finger is enough to deal with this trash who only knows how to bully and fight within."

Fubuki's expression turned ugly: "...you killed them?"

"Ridiculous question."

Heather hooked her fingers at Fubuki: "It's your turn. Don't think that I don't kill women, I am an orthodox 'kill all' principle."

"I see, I understand...you want to hinder me, right?"

Fubuki's body floated up, and a large amount of air flow formed a vortex around her, bringing up countless gravel.

[Hell Fubuki], a master of telekinesis, can drive all things with telekinesis.

Heather whistled and watched Fubuki fly higher and higher, and a huge sand tornado quickly formed in the open space outside the gym.

Although she is a woman with a bad personality, her figure is really good.

"Hey, it's flying too high and everything is gone!" Heather kindly reminded below.

"How dare you underestimate me! Then take this trick seriously! Don't worry, I will spare your breath!"

Fubuki raised her hands high and then swung them down violently. The tornado swept towards Heather with countless gravel and flying rocks. When it passed by the eyelashes and the mountain monkey, she easily avoided them, showing her subtle control over telekinesis.

"Hey, if my house is destroyed, don't blame me for stripping you naked and hanging it on the door of Branch J!"

Heather felt that the gravel and flying stones avoided her head and heart and other vital parts but aimed at her arms and thighs. She suddenly knew in her heart that this was a woman who had no consciousness and only knew how to talk.

He waved his hand slightly, and the tornado immediately deflected to the side, barely avoiding the gym courtyard behind him, and instead swept him into the air with great precision.

Fubuki was stunned for a moment. well? When did my ‘Hell Arashi’ become so accurate? Could it be that excessive anger will lead to an increase in one's telekinesis power?

Then she realized that most of the attacks would fall on Heather, and immediately secretly used telekinesis to control tornadoes and sand in an attempt to reduce their speed and power.

She had just detected the heartbeats of eyelashes and Yamazaru through telekinesis. They were seriously injured but not dead yet, so Fubuki would not kill Heather.

Nowadays, medical technology is so advanced that we can injure but never kill. At most, you can spend your own money to buy this arrogant guy a few high-end prosthetic modification parts.

But soon, Fubuki was shocked to find that ‘Hell Arashi’ was no longer under his control. The tornado became more and more violent, and the gravel and flying rocks rotated in the air at high speed, forming a continuous fine scream, which was deafening.

not good! He will die! Fubuki turned pale with fright and hurriedly increased the output of telekinesis, but the tornado was completely out of her control.

Just when she was anxious and didn't know how to stop this tornado, loud laughter suddenly came from inside the vortex:

"You actually used [Wind] to deal with me? I am the one who is underestimated, okay? [Five-Guan Leech]——"

As the sound sounded, two huge slash marks suddenly appeared on the surface of the huge tornado across the sky, just like an invisible giant mantis waving its blade arm to completely cut the wind:

"[Cut the Wind Mantis]!"

A flying slash capable of cutting off a tornado streaked across the sky, flying diagonally across the open space on the outskirts of J City, instantly creating two huge ravines that extended infinitely, leading to the forest at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

Fubuki's face turned pale as he heard the sound of trees snapping and falling to the ground in the distance.

B, Class B 2? Are the top brass of the Hero Association out of their minds? You actually leave this kind of monster in Class B?

Before she had time to think about it, she felt her waist sink. Heather directly put her arms around Fubuki's waist, pulled her back to the ground from the air, and threw her heavily to the ground.

"It hurts!" She rolled twice on the ground, her beautiful tight dress stained with a large amount of dust, and she quickly used her telekinesis to evacuate backwards.

But just after flying two meters, a big iron-like hand reached out like lightning, grabbed Fubuki's neck and lifted her into the air.

"Little sister, since you are imitating the gangsters in playing bullying games, you must be prepared to hit the wall."

Heather tilted her head and began to exert force under her hands:

"Any last words?"

Fubuki's long legs kicked helplessly in mid-air, foam began to flow from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes turned black. She tried her best but couldn't break free from Heather's iron-like hands. The telekinetic force bombarding the opponent was like a breeze blowing on a thick wall, which had no effect.

No, no, my consciousness is getting blurry...

At this time, a roar came from behind Heather. There were several bloody holes in the eyelashes and the mountain monkey, but they rushed towards Heather without hesitation: "Let go of Miss Fubuki!"

Not wanting their blood to be stained on her clothes, Heather frowned, turned sideways and threw Fubuki as a throwing weapon with her backhand, knocking the two people rushing over to the ground.

You must know that Qishi is the one who washes the clothes. If you deal with such a small character and get blood all over you will be scolded.

Fubuki was beaten to pieces, but fortunately, two loyal subordinates acted as cushions and didn't faint on the spot. She didn't even have time to see where Heather was, Fu Zhi mentally shouted: "I, cough! I am willing to apologize and compensate!"

Her right claw, which was shaped like a dragon's claw, was less than half a meter away from her head and stopped.

"I have connections with S-class heroes! I also know the officials of the Hero Association. I am willing to communicate and negotiate ranking-related matters for you!"

She covered her neck and said loudly and panting:

"Next month there will be a comprehensive interview with the world's top fighting schools. Your Shingen-ryu can be placed in the first echelon. Please forgive Fubuki-gumi for being rude, and we are willing to make any compensation for this offense."

Heather raised her eyebrows, squatted in front of Fubuki, and gently stroked the top of her head: "You are very smart, little girl."

In an instant, she felt that big hand touching the top of her head, and Fubuki shivered subconsciously. The feeling of powerlessness that she could not shake even though she tried her best and the fear of being strangled and gradually suffocated caused her to have a great psychological shadow on Heather.

Then, she felt hot breath coming out of her ears, and at the same time, there was a whisper like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

"You said...what should I do with you?"

Fubuki could feel the increasingly intense murderous aura coming from the other party. Her body was trembling slightly involuntarily, and she said with difficulty: "I, I..."

[Dip——Dip——]!

At this moment, a sudden car horn interrupted the increasingly depressing battlefield atmosphere.

The two looked back and saw a light yellow Beetle parked outside the gate of the gym.

Heather immediately stood up and walked a few steps away from Fubuki.

Fubuki hasn't come back to her senses yet. Huh? who is it?

Click! The car door opened, and a petite black-haired woman walked out of the cab.

A young woman as fragile as porcelain, beautiful and delicate, this was Fubuki's first impression of her. The girl was wearing a dark green dress and a pair of women's sunglasses. After getting out of the car, she did not go to Heather and Fubuki. Instead, she opened the back door and took out a paper bag full of ingredients, and then she hooked it towards Heather. He hooked his fingers.

Heather hurriedly ran over and took the paper bag: "Thank you so much...it took me so long. Is the market far away?"

Qishi stuffed the paper bag into Heather's arms and said coldly: "The address you gave me is the comprehensive market in city L next door."

Then she looked towards the Fubuki Team: "...Guest? Apprentice?"

"No, they are colleagues who came to discuss with us. We happened to be ranked B-level 1234, so we hit it off. It's a coincidence, haha?" Heather quickly took the opportunity to change the topic of giving the wrong market address.

"Don't go overboard. Make spaghetti bolognese, chickpea pan-fried chicken, and a cheese and watermelon salad tonight. Remember to save your new friends for dinner, and be nice."

Nanami nodded slightly to Fubuki, then drove the car to the parking garage in the courtyard.

In a daze, Chuiyue felt that the murderous intention that had been locking her away disappeared. She didn't even know when Heather came to her. She just heard Heather's voice:

"You know what to say, right? 'Friends' who are here to share the meal. Okay, hurry up and pack up and go into the house."

Hearing the footsteps fading away, Fubuki collapsed on the ground and gasped for air.

Who would have thought that just an activity to intimidate B-class heroes as usual would almost cost three of them their lives!

She calmed down for a few seconds and quickly summoned her telekinesis to treat the eyelashes and the orangutan. The power of thought is so omnipotent, it can do anything. In the original work, the Supreme Lord in the Vest, who was beaten to the point of being left breathless by the dragon-level monsters Ugly President and Gum, with his whole body broken and his eyeballs popped out, was stunned to be saved by Fubuki's telekinesis, and even became twice as strong.

Fubuki didn't dare to run away with the two of them now. If the evil star mistakenly thought that he looked down on this dinner invitation, he might not have escaped a few hundred meters before he would be crushed into pieces by the car and the people.

Now she can only treat the two of them and take them to the banquet.

For a moment, Fubuki felt inexplicably tragic.