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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nA shop assistant in the cosmetics shop strongly recommended a sunscreen lotion. “This sunscreen is made from pure plant essence, and demonic plant semen has been added to it…”

n“What’s that?”

nAndrew was stunned.

nThe shop assistant in the cosmetics shop was a woman in her mid-twenties, and she was dressed very flirtatiously.

nShe giggled. “Demonic plant semen, this thing is very precious. It’s said that there’s a demonic plant in our territory, and it’s very powerful.”

nHehe!

nF*ck. Demonic plant semen?

nWas it so good to brag about making cosmetics?

n“It is demonic plant vitality liquid, right?”

nAndrew was speechless. Facing the salesman who kept talking, he could only put his A-grade composite metal blade on the table.

nHe said lightly, “I am going to the wilderness to kill demonic beasts, not to travel. Why do I need sunscreen?”

nThe shop assistant instantly shut up. Seeing the sharp blade, she didn’t dare to say anything more.

nBut in her heart, he kept cursing silently.

nTo kill monsters?

nWho killed monsters with a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, and shower gel?

nAndrew then went to the market to buy a barbecue stove.

nHe also bought seasonings and found a barbershop on the street to tidy up his hair and get a facelift.

nWearing white sportswear and carrying a blade, he hurried to Boston Martial Arts No. 1 High School.

nAt this time, Boston Martial Arts No. 1 High School was very crowded.

nOn the playground, the entire school’s teachers and students were gathered together. There were even many well-informed students’ parents who deliberately turned down their work and rushed to the school, wanting to see Andrew’s handsome face.

nAt this moment, Principal Kelly was sweating profusely as he looked at the time on his phone again and again.

nAt the side, the media reporters had asked him more than three times.

nEven the head of the Education Bureau gave him a hurried look.

nIt was 5:29.

nHowever, Andrew was nowhere to be seen.

nAfter making more than a dozen calls, all of them were “Not in the service area”.

n“This kid, could he have gone to the wilderness again?”

nKelly wanted to stab Andrew to death… If Andrew didn’t come and went to the wilderness at this time…

nHe would be so embarrassed that he would die.

nAt the same time, at the Gate of Boston Martial Arts No. 1 High School.

nAndrew took out his phone from his storage space and glanced at the time.

n“It’s a minute earlier, but I’m at the school gate now. When I walk in, it will almost be time… Perfect!”

nTime was fully utilized.

nNot a single second was wasted.

nAs for the dozen or so missed calls… Were they from Principal Kelly?

nHe walked into the school and saw from afar that Kelly was sweating profusely. He was holding a cell phone and mumbling something.

nWith a flash, he flew up and landed directly in front of Kelly. He smiled and said, “Principal Kelly, there’s no need to call. I’m already here.”

nDing!

nThe time on her phone jumped. It was exactly 5:30.

nIt was not a second earlier or a second later.

n“Andrew!”

nKelly was overjoyed. He looked at the media reporters surrounding him and immediately took out a prepared script from his pocket. He handed it to Andrew and said, “You’re too late.

n“I won’t say much about the details of the script. You can just perform on the spot. Remember… tell them more about the benefits of our Boston Martial Arts No. 1 High School!”

nFor Boston Martial Arts No. 1 High School, this was a great opportunity for publicity.

nIt was like being a top student in peacetime.

nIf you were admitted to Stanford University, the high school would put up a banner that said, “To celebrate our school’s admission to Stanford with a total score of ???”

nMany parents did not care about the details.

nThey cared about the publicity.

nAndrew had just taken the script. Before he had time to read it, a sweet-looking reporter rushed over.

nShe pointed the microphone at Andrew and started to ask questions like a machine gun.

nBehind her, the other reporters did not show any weakness and asked more than a dozen questions in an instant.

nAndrew could not help but feel a headache.

nHe rubbed his temples.

nThere were only a few reporters, but he felt that his head was swelling a little.

nHe thought about those young stars in his previous life, holding a press conference or something like that. There were dozens of microphones in front of them.

nJust like that, they could handle it.

nAs he thought about it, he smiled.

nAndrew said, “Everyone, don’t be anxious. Come one by one, but I’m in a hurry. Each of you… I’ll answer two questions!”

nThe scene became a little quieter.

nThe first female reporter who rushed over said, “Student Andrew, have you really reached the Grandmaster realm? Can you show me your strength?”

nAndrew said truthfully, “I’m not a Grandmaster, but my combat strength has reached the Grandmaster realm. As for showing my strength…”

nAndrew looked around. In front of him, there was a big rock about 40 meters away.

n“Why is there a rock that looks like an ox on the campus of Martial Arts No. 1 High School?”

nA thought flashed through his mind.

nAndrew drew his blade and slashed out.

nBuzz!

nThe 40-meter-long thunder blade instantly tore through the air.

nThe blade landed on the rock.

nBoom!

nCrack!

nThe rock was split into two halves.

nEven the lawn of the school field was torn into a neat crack.

nAndrew put away his blade and smiled faintly.

nBelow, the camera kept snapping.

nKelly staggered and almost fell to the ground.

n“My Crouching Bull Stone… I bought it at a high price of 300,000 yuan. It’s the landmark of our Boston Martial Arts No. 1 High school…”

nMoreover, this lawn was worth tens of thousands of yuan each. It couldn’t be repaired!

nThe female reporter still wanted to ask, but Andrew waved his hand and said, “Next!”

n“Andrew, can you describe in detail the process of you killing a seventh-grade crocodile demon?”

n“The process…”

nAndrew answered them one by one.

nSoon, it was the last reporter’s turn.

nHe wore glasses and looked very refined, but when he opened his mouth, the questions he asked were very tricky.

n“Andrew, I’ve investigated. You turned 18 in April this year, which means that you just became an adult… but today, you killed a person in a high-end restaurant outside the Waterfront Flower City Villa area. Your methods were ruthless.

n“A young man who just became an adult, isn’t this a bit… bloody?”

nThe atmosphere at the scene suddenly quieted down.

nEveryone widened their eyes in surprise as they looked at the reporter.

nThis question…

nHow was Andrew going to answer it?

nWasn’t this nitpicking?

nAndrew’s expression also froze slightly.

nThis reporter was standing face to face with him, just a foot’s distance away.

nThus, Andrew raised his foot.

nThe reporter flew out.

nHe landed heavily more than ten meters away, spat out blood, twitched a few times, and passed out.

n“Retard, the people I killed were evil warriors. Reporters like you grew up eating Sh*t, right? Are you waiting for evil warriors to come to your house, and then you’ll ask them if their methods are too bloody?”

nAndrew cursed.

nDirectly in front of everyone, he dialed Charles’s phone.

n“Hello, Chief Charles?”

n“Send someone to Boston Martial Arts No. 1 High school. I found a reporter who seems to be an evil spy… Oh, and call an ambulance.”

nKelly covered his face.

nSuch a good interview…

nWhy did it feel like it was going to be on the news?

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