The muscular man didn't even snort, his body fell straight back, and fell on the ring with a "bang" sound, fainting.

That's right, it's dizziness, not death!

If it weren't for the muscular man's ability to resist hits was particularly strong, if the throat of an ordinary person was broken, he would have been killed long ago.

But even so, the broken throat is also a serious injury. If you don’t treat it quickly, the god of death may come soon.

The anger was completely vented from the punch just now.

Looking at the muscular man lying on the ring quietly, Zhou Huan regretted that he had taken too much action, and was also a little scared about why his attack was so fierce?

But now, none of this matters anymore.

When red light appeared in the room, appeared on the ring, and red light spots gathered on his body, he did not dare to move.

Zhou Huan knows what those red lights represent.

MT has instilled a lot of knowledge into his brain during this period. For example, Zhou Huan can now recognize all the guns in the world, but how could he not recognize these red lights?

And these lights are the aiming rays on some guns!

Two people from the security bureau came to the ring. They first looked at Zhou Huan with complicated eyes, and then they took the muscular man off the ring and took out the room for treatment.

Zhou Huan was still standing on the ring, not daring to move.

Until a few minutes passed, the man sitting in the row of chairs stood up, walked out of the darkness, and walked step by step to the front of the ring.

This is an old man, an old man who looks very imposing.

Especially when Zhou Huan saw the old man's first glance, he found that he was afraid to look at the old man's eyes because those eyes were too sharp, as sharp as two sabers.

"Can you answer my question?"

The old and majestic voices slowly rang in the room and in front of the ring.

"ah?"

Zhou Huan looked at the old man with a silly look, and it took him a long time to put on a sentence, "Are you talking to me?"

"Puchi!"

There was an uncontrollable laughter from the row of chairs not far away.

The laughter sounds very familiar. If Zhou Huan remembers correctly, this person should be the beauty who delivers food to him every day.

However, Zhou Huan also realized that the old man was asking him, and he couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "You are old, may I ask."

Zhou Huan wanted to not answer the old man's words, but did he dare?

The red light spot on his body had already told him that at least ten guns were aiming at him. When he felt the posture and momentum of the old man in front of him, he must be the official of the Security Bureau. He might have to turn into a hornet's nest with the man's order, and it was a human-shaped hornet's nest!

A smile appeared on the old man's serious face, "Am I old?"

"Uh..." Zhou Huan was stunned again. What's the problem? However, the situation was so urgent that he could only say with a smile on his face: "Miss tongue, malfunction, you are not old, you are still very young."

"Puchi!"

The laughter sounded again, but Zhou Huan on the ring was about to cry.

Damn, is what I said so funny?

Sister, you can’t be a funny guy sent by monkeys, are you?!

Just when Zhou Huan was a little at a loss, the old man asked, "Who taught you your fighting skills?"

When Zhou Huan heard the old man’s question, he wanted to tell him that it was MT who taught him.

But he also knew that if he dared to expose MT, he would not talk about the consequences. First of all, the terrifying MT in his head would clean him up first.

"This..." Zhou Huan thought for a while, and then said to the old man: "If I say, I was self-taught, do you believe it?"

"Self-study?" The old man's face showed a mockery, "After only two months of studying, I can defeat a person who has been studying fighting for ten years. Do you think, should I believe this?"

Zhou Huan was a little confused by the old man's words, but he quickly realized that the person who was asking was from the Security Bureau.

To put it mysteriously, as long as someone wants to check him, he may know when he wet the bed when he was a child or how many times he urinated on the bed.

The old man also said that he had only studied for two months, which means that his every move in the confinement room was under the surveillance of others.

But strictly speaking, he is really "self-taught". Although the learning process is very "alternative", he really does not lie. Instead, his "learning" ability is just a bit terrifying.

Of course, the old man needs an explanation.

Zhou Huan also knew that his next explanation might be related to his future destiny.

Zhou Huan, who was a little anxious, could only ask MT with his mind, "What should I do?"

But in the end, MT just replied coldly, "Think about your own solution", and then no matter what Zhou Huan called it, it would not answer.

Zhou Huan felt so wronged. It seems that these things were caused by MT, right?

As a result, he is now taking the blame!

However, when people are forced to do so, their thinking often turns quickly.

Then, Zhou Huan looked at the old man and said a little aggrievedly: "If I said it, can you keep it a secret for me?"

"Hmm?" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, "As long as it doesn't harm the country, it's OK."

"Oh well."

Zhou Huan took a deep breath and looked solemn to the old man, "Actually, I have a ability."

"What ability?" the old man asked curiously.

"I will never forget it!"

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Can a person really be remembered forever?

And are there really people in this world who can never forget them?

No matter the old man or everyone present, almost no one believed Zhou Huan when he said that he had the ability to remember everything he saw.

But what about the facts?

When the old man called someone, brought a book, handed it to Zhou Huan, he ordered him to finish reading it within ten minutes, and asked to memorize it.

As a result, Zhou Huan only took five minutes and read it casually, and finished reading the book. In front of everyone, he memorized all the words on the book word by word.

Everyone, including the old man, looked at Zhou Huan at this time as if they were looking at a monster.

Then, the old man tested it several times. At the beginning, he found someone and played a set of Chinese martial arts in front of Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan only watched it once and then played this martial art. Although it was not the form, it was not bad at all, regardless of the movement or posture.

The old man asked a person from the Security Bureau to take out a gun. In front of Zhou Huan, the security bureau man broke the gun into a pile of parts in just ten seconds, and then took another ten seconds to restore the pistol.

But this time, without the old man's instructions, Zhou Huan took the pistol in front of him, decomposed the pistol in front of everyone, and quickly recovered.

Whether it was the disassembly or the restoration pistol, the time he took was a second faster than that of the security bureau staff...
Chapter completed!