"My car is broken and has not been repaired yet." Bai Jing looked at him.

He is thin and his arms are tight, and his explosive strength and speed should be good.

All worlds are the same, you can meet such a naughty girl everywhere.

"It's OK to take a ride, but I have to try your best. I don't want to take a burden." Park Yoon sneered, "No one will collect your body for you if you die."

Bai Jing frowned and his eyes turned cold: "It's okay, I don't mind collecting the body for you."

The retina lights up.

【Park Yoon】

Source level: ephemeral level

Source gas source: 27%

Spirit: 80%

Specialization: 25% MMA, 35% thermal weapons

"Looking for death!" Park Yin shouted loudly, kicked the stool away, and rushed over.

Kicking the stool is not to vent your anger, but the stool flies in the direction of the stool with a white shocked face.

Bai Jing leaned over, reached out to grab the flying stool, swung the arc along the force of the stool, and hit Park Yin Fei's knee that was pushing towards him.

The wooden stool could not withstand the huge force of the impact, and it was split into pieces. In the rising smoke and dust, Bai Jing punched him, facing Park Yin's fist, and a loud sound.

Taking a step forward, his fingers popped out, turned his fist into a palm, and poked Pu Yin's throat. While he turned his head to avoid it, his five fingers gathered together and pecked at his temple.

Crane shape!

Park Yoon had to retreat, Bai Jing's hand was like a shadow, and his fingers spread out and pushed his chin straight. After he contracted his chin, he slapped his chest with a palm.

The pushing hand is just a false move, and this palm is the purpose.

Like a heavy hammer, Park Yoon flew backwards, stepped on the ground several meters away, and stopped until one of his palms held him down.

There was a slight commotion in the bar, and even a whistle sounded.

Bai Jing patted the dust on his clothes expressionlessly. Now he really has no capital to be arrogant, but fighting is exactly what he is good at.

The stronger he is, the more respect he can get. He is not stingy with showing a little fang.

25% of the mixed martial arts specialization can't last a round under your own hands. From this point of view, it seems that 70% of my evaluation is not low.

"Save your energy to deal with things in the desert." Park Huo looked at Bai Jing and helped his brother with a shocked face, "Hunter, take out your license."

"Here." A dark arm stretched out and crossed between the two sides.

"The Zhongzhou Hunter Guild has just passed the review and become a general license." Coca looked at both sides with a smile on his face, and his eyes at Park Yoon contained a hint of mocking.

"Bai Jing? This name is rare in Zhongzhou." Park Huo glanced at the license.

Park Yoon looked at the license, spat hard on the ground, snorted coldly, turned around and walked out.

"Park Ho, that was my brother Park Yoon just now."Park Ho stretched out his hand.

Bai Jing slowly stretched out his hand and shook him hard, with the same strength as both sides.

"Let's go in half an hour." Park Huo smiled and walked out.

The young man had been attacking from the first move, and he kept not stopping. The boxing changes were unprecedented, which made Park Yoon tired of dealing with it until he was hit. This kind of fighting realm is extremely rare in the ephemeral level.

For such people, taking a car to sell personal favors is the right choice.

"If you take a ride, I have to build a stool in." Coca shrugged, "Come on, I'll treat you to a drink."

"It's quite lively recently." Bai Jing put down his cover and sat down at the bar. "Which is the convoy outside?"

"The people of Lei Jin's arms company, they are going into the desert, calling for mercenaries and hunters."

Coca put a glass of wine in front of Bai Jing and looked into the corner slightly.

Bai Jing turned his gaze and found that the other party was also looking at him.

Short and hard blonde hair, with a strong face and a strong sense of oppression.

Even though it was so far away, Bai Jing could feel the other party's sharp aura.

"General Hawke instructed to act according to the plan and kill him if he encounters resistance." The person holding the satellite phone was standing beside him and whispering.

"When will the reception arrive?"

"No more than twenty-four hours."

He nodded and asked, "Who is the hunter over there?"

"The one who comes here is either B or C, and it's a canfly level."

"Go to ask him if he would like to follow us."

"But Captain Wood, we already have nine ephemerals." The person holding the satellite phone lowered his voice. "The ephemerals are just cannon fodder for our mission."

"Since it's cannon fodder, I don't mind it. I need agile people to hold up the cordon." Wood put down his wine glass, "Benzene, go and ask him, I can give him the highest reward of the canfly."

The meaning of a cordon is that you can issue a warning after being destroyed. As for the life or death of the cordon itself, it is not important.

"Yes, captain."

Ben walked over with big strides, talked to Bai Jing for a few words, and then walked back after a while.

"Captain, he refused, he said he had injuries on his body."

"Are the supplies ready?" Wood picked up the wine glass and stopped looking over there.

"Everything is ready, the vehicle has been inspected and you can set off at any time."

Wood poured the wine into his throat, put down his glass and stood up, and walked out of the hall.

Ben followed him out, looked back and glanced at Bai shocked before leaving the door, with a bad look.

"This is the highest reward of the ephemeral level, you actually refused?" Coca slapped the table, "It's much more cost-effective than going to the desert yourself."

"The wound on my body has not yet been cured." Bai Jing turned his wine glass, "Where are they going?"

With the strength of Lei Jin's arms, going to the desert will not be an easy task. If you have a high reward, you have to be lucky. If you don't have any health problems, Bai Jing may still consider it, but he will refuse now.

"Probably the abandoned factory near the rescue yard farm." Coca said, "Yingzhou is not the territory of Lei Jin's arms, they are not in enough staff."

"Abandoned factory?" Bai Jingxin sank, "Where are they doing?"

If these people go to the abandoned factory, their target is probably the things in the underground facilities. They must avoid these people, otherwise they will be in trouble.

"God knows," said Coca. "Maybe it's just a guise to go elsewhere, but the factory has nothing, only fifty kilometers away. Hunters have visited countless times before, and there are no few mice."

Bai Jing thought for a while, took out a rosary bead and placed it on the table.

"This thing has more than 10 Hz of source energy."

"This bead, 10 Hectares?" Coca picked up the rosary and looked at Bai Jing in surprise. "What else do you need, a fully automatic rifle?"

"No, I need a folded recurve bow with an arrow cassette."

"Hey, this kind of thing cannot form continuous firepower, and few people use it now..." Coca smiled, "There is still plenty of money when using this for it."

Source gas is equivalent to money, but its biggest function is to absorb and practice. This bead is easy to carry and is much more convenient than ore crystals. It can be used as an emergency, but its value is actually greater than that of ore crystals of the same capacity.

"Then add this." Bai Jing pulled out a pack of cigarettes from Coca's chest pocket.

After a moment, Bai Jing walked out of the hall with a cylindrical camouflage canvas bag on his back.

"Don't you need to use a source gas meter to detect it?" Coca stood by the window in the top room, bent down and asked the person next to him, "There is really more than 10 Hz of source gas in this bead? This has exceeded 10 standard mineral crystals."
Chapter completed!