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Xia Hua just remembered that he had left Xiao Ke in the car to look at the car.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Jennifer, who had changed into home clothes, opened the door, and there stood a cautious man holding a mobile phone outside the room.

"I am sent by Mr. James Wesker. I would like to ask Mr. Erwin to answer the phone."

Miss Ghoul glanced at him and called him over.

When Xia Hua saw him, he found that he didn't recognize him.

"Mr. Erwin, this is your dog's phone number."

The errand boy explained and handed over the phone.

Xia Hua took it and saw that the screen showed that it had been connected.

"Hey?"

"Wang Wang!!"

"Sorry haha, just drive back by yourself. Slow down on the road. If the car crashes, we won't refund you."

"Wang Wang!"

"Want to eat hot pot? Okay, we two will have something free at noon."

"Wang Wang~"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

Saying that, he hung up the phone.

The confused boy took the phone and his brain didn't react until the door slammed shut.

He was lucky enough to have eaten hot pot, a Chinese delicacy.

But how can a dog eat hot pot with only its paws? Should it be eaten with chopsticks like a human?

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Not to mention, Xiao Ke really just used chopsticks to eat!

Even more gringos than John.

As a Chinese, isn't it reasonable for Xia Hua to customize a special charcoal-fired copper pot for his home?

Most of the ingredients for shabu-shabu hotpot can be purchased in supermarkets, and beef and mutton can be sliced ​​into thin slices after being slightly frozen.

As for the soup base, mushroom soup will do.

I called the four assassins from next door, six people and one dog, and a table was opened at noon.

"It's a pity that there is no duck blood, hairy tripe, or fried dough sticks, otherwise the taste would have to be more complete."

Xia Hua ate the fresh lamb and sighed with regret.

Forget about duck blood and fried dough sticks, hairy tripe is the soul of hot pot, but none of the nearby supermarkets sell it.

"Don't fix these. Quick! Take a bite."

After three or two pots of rice, Carlos showed his true nature.

Speaking broken Chinese, he grabbed Xia Hua and clinked glasses with him.

Xia Hua felt that the man who taught them Chinese must be from the Northeast, otherwise the taste would not be so strong.

In desperation, he could only remain silent.

Both of them drank white wine.

But one drank high-strength liquor and the other drank coconut milk.

There is no way, why Xia Hua is still barely eighteen years old.

According to Chinese law, he is still a minor.

Minors under the age of [-] are prohibited from drinking alcohol, which is also included in laws and regulations in many countries.

Some countries have even raised the drinking age to 21.

Although according to Xia Hua's physique, alcohol will only be broken down by the body, theoretically he cannot get drunk from any alcohol.

Moreover, Xia Hua was half an alcoholic in his last life, and he couldn't sleep without taking two bites every night.

But now, after so many years of not drinking, I no longer like alcohol that much.

If you can drink it, drink it; if you can't, don't drink it.

It doesn't matter at all.

After several people had had enough wine and food, they tidied up a little.

go away.

Xia Hua came to the basement and checked his system.

New enhancement option, called Kendo.

Of course, this swordsmanship does not refer to the little devils who live a good life, as they say.

Swordsmanship: The ultimate skill, the way to do it.

The introduction is very concise.

According to the meaning of this introduction, it should mean that Xia Hua's use of weapons had reached the peak of his skills at that time, and this was only then recognized by the system as an enhancement option.

Actually this is not surprising.

Xia Hua's physical fitness has transformed, completely reborn, surpassing ordinary people.

He has also mastered the technique of transforming energy, and in other worlds where martial arts is the main focus, before the plot doesn't go crazy, he can be called a master.

With such a foundation, he used his ability to control energy on weapons, naturally reaching the limit of ordinary people's skills.

Otherwise, there is no way to use one knife to cut off the necks of ten people one after another.

Out of curiosity, Xia Hua used the points he got from killing more than 20 elite thugs from Jin Bin to strengthen his kendo by one level.

In an instant, a feeling for sword-like weapons emerged spontaneously.

He picked up a training sword and made gestures, feeling that he had become a martial arts master in the novel.

With a sword in his hand, he suddenly felt like he could move the sword at will, like an arm commanding him.

"It's not bad. A level one sword skill is equivalent to a sword weapon attack plus 10% passive ability."

With excitement about new things, Xia Hua practiced swordsmanship all afternoon.

Continuously wielding the training sword.

It's a pity that his swordsmanship ability is equivalent to a passive talent. After all, Xia Hua has not experienced advanced weapon training.

No matter how hard you try, you will always get it wrong, so you will get twice the result with half the effort.

After an afternoon of hard work, there was still little gain.

"It seems that if you want to improve your kendo level through your own practice, you must find a master."

With this in mind, Xia Hua ended his afternoon practice.

After having dinner with Ms. Ghoul, it was already getting late.

At midnight, a smiling face projection appeared on the clouds in the night sky.

"Sure enough, all my efforts were not in vain."

Xia Hua, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, put on a sexy burgundy suit and combed her hair like an adult.

The facial features were transformed into clown makeup by Kidd's mask.

JOKER... makes a grand appearance!

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Hell's Kitchen, on the rooftop of a seemingly ordinary high-rise building.

A searchlight was shining into the sky, reflecting a huge smiling face.

Wilson Fisk and Obadiah Stane had dismissed their bodyguards, and they gathered here together.

"Does your method work? Is that JOKER really coming back?"

After waiting for a while, Obadiah had some doubts about whether Kingpin was hooked up with that crazy weirdo.

"Don't worry, he will definitely come."

Kingpin appears to be as stable as a rock.

In fact, I felt quite panicked.

To be honest, he wasn't sure whether JOKER would come.

When I approached Obadiah, I was trying to strike while the iron was hot, hoping to pull a string and act as a middleman.

Kingpin knew that Obadiah had great intentions, and what he wanted to do must be a shocking event in the world war.

He himself was only one step away from dominating the New York underworld, and he did not dare to take risks at this time.

So I thought about introducing JOKER to Obadiah, maybe he would get some benefits after it happened.

After a while.

The two bald men felt chilled by the night wind.

Obadiah's face could no longer bear the look of irritation.

His business can make more money every minute than an ordinary person's monthly salary. Coming here to conspire with Kingpin is risky, so naturally he has no patience.

"I'm leaving now. Contact me next time when someone comes."

When Obadiah spoke, his tone was very cold.

Turn around to leave.

When Jin Bin saw it, he secretly cried out that it was terrible.

Will you lose your wife and lose your troops this time?

While he was thinking distressedly about how to retain him.

The originally closed iron door to the rooftop creaked open.