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Chapter 244 On How to Find a Temporary Worker
Chapter 244 On How to Find a Temporary Worker
After beating up and teaching the three of them what to do, and naming them No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 respectively, Cheng Che left here.
The young man with dreadlocks, who was beaten the worst by Cheng Che's failure to control the intensity at first, grabbed a can of spray paint that was tilted on the ground, shook it in his hand, and wanted to cover up the slogan left by Cheng Che.
"Hey, Quick," said the lookout youth, grabbing his arm, "don't do that. That's a knight."
"Damn," Quick said swearingly, touched his abdomen with lingering fear, and finally put down the spray can, "Crazy, the knight came here to do this kind of thing."
In Carlos League, the threshold to become a knight is higher than the threshold to become a trainer.Relatively speaking, people who come out to create graffiti in the middle of the night usually have a much lower social class than those knights.
Even if there are knights who love art, they can easily apply for walls in the prosperous area of graffiti creation through formal channels.Moreover, the good-looking knight-sama wouldn't spread such ugly words and inexplicable graffiti everywhere.
"Lynch, what do we do now?" Quick asked.
Lynch was also the young man in charge of the lookout, and was always the one in charge of making decisions among the three of them.
"We went to paint outside the brewery, and he left, so it's impossible to keep watching us."
"Okay." "Well, okay."
The three packed up their equipment, walked west along the avenue, turned two intersections, and walked about two kilometers before they stopped.
In the sky, Wrestling Eagle saw them stop from a distance, and reported the latest location to Cheng Che.
"Oh, I see, I'll clean them up later."
After telepathically replying to Wrestling Eagle, Cheng Che put away the spray can that he had just finished spraying, pulled back a little distance, accelerated suddenly, took two steps, and jumped onto the wall.
He squatted on the top of the wall and waved to the two young men who were painting on the other side: "Good evening, tonight, please be my little brother."
"Crazy." "What are you doing?"
"Hey, why do you have to use force?" Cheng Che looked up to the sky and sighed in compassion, and jumped down like a roc spreading its wings.
5 minute later.
Cheng Che looked at his works with satisfaction. He really has artistic talent. The more he sprays, the better he looks. Practice makes perfect!
"Boss draws well!" "Which art academy did the boss graduate from, it's amazing!"
"Hahaha," Cheng Che pointed to the person on the left, "You are number 4."
Pointing to the person on the right, "You are No. 5, all right. Go find a place and do what I say. I will monitor you. I will continue to catch jobs now."
The two looked at each other, and one of the young men with red and swollen eyes said flatteringly: "Boss, I know where I can find someone who can do graffiti for you."
"Hehe," Cheng Che sneered, he was clear about their thoughts, didn't they just want to cause trouble, or just sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight?
However, the current Cheng Cheyi is bold and bold. If you estimate his combat power, he should be regarded as between the senior level and the master level.He had a premonition that when Thunder Fist was about to be grasped for the first time, it would be the time when he entered the master level.
"Okay, you guys lead the way, I'll go find numbers 1, 2, and 3, and I'll follow."
"Okay, boss."
Once Cheng Che stepped on it and grabbed it, he turned over to the top of the wall again, then stood on the wall and quickly ran towards the direction indicated by the wrestling eagle.
Quick, Lynch and a group of three were creating a graffiti that looked like a fire-breathing dragon spouting flames, when suddenly there was rhythmic applause behind them.
Like a villain, he walked out while applauding. Cheng Che smiled lightly and said, "The drawing is not bad. But number 1, number 2, and number 3, do you remember what I taught you to draw?"
The three of them trembled like an electric shock, and immediately started spraying together. After only 3 minutes, [Wu De, your apprentice calls you home for dinner! ] is completed, and the handwriting is clear and dynamic.
"Sorry, the order is wrong," Lynch turned around and bowed at 90 degrees. However, there was only an empty street behind them.
"What should I do?" Wulf, who was named No. 3 by Cheng Che, asked.
"What else can I do, just do what he said," Lynch sighed, "I won't come out tomorrow night."
At this time, Cheng Che walked across the street and over the wall to a warehouse by the river where the two people, who were simply numbered No. 4 and No. 5, finally disappeared.
"Detection is still useful," Cheng Che smiled self-deprecatingly.He thought it was simple at first, he only thought that scouting could not be used in combat, but he didn't think that outside of the arena environment, the detection ability is the most important.
Pressing against the wall, Cheng Che closed his eyes and activated his detection.
Consciousness extended in from the window, which had been transformed into a bar, and more than 40 men and women were having a party. No. 4 and No. 5 seem to know many people very well. During the walk, people kept pointing at the bruises on their faces and laughing, seemingly mocking.
The two each took a wine bottle, and while drinking, they pushed away ridiculed and accosted acquaintances, and finally squeezed to a booth, in front of a bald man who was surrounded by everyone like stars holding the moon, and seemed to be telling a story. own experience.
Scouting cannot eavesdrop on voices.Cheng Che couldn't speak lips either.However, the most critical information was still obtained. In the special waveguide horizon, Cheng Che could estimate that this man's strength was about the waveguide strength of a beginner proficient level elf.
He also carried three elf balls with him. Judging from the waveguide emanating from the elf balls, there were two proficient-level elves and one entry-level elf, but it was impossible to determine the type of elf.
It was strange that the leader of the group seemed to be a knight.
Cheng Che judged the expression of the bald man, and sighed again, "It seems that we still have to beat him."
A layer of bodybuilding.
Two layers of bodybuilding.
Three layers of bodybuilding.
It's the limit.OK, that's it.
Now Cheng Che dare not talk about other aspects of himself. In terms of strength alone, he is definitely at the level of a master elf.
With a ferocious aura exuding from his whole body, Cheng Che pushed open the door of the bar like a walking beast in the shape of a human.This is also the shortcoming of using bodybuilding skills to strengthen and improve a certain aspect of strength. It can be released but not retracted, which is completely incomparable with a serious master elf.
"Hello," Cheng Che shouted loudly, "I want you to do me a favor. It seems that the two buddies have conveyed the message to me just now. Can I trouble you?"
"There is a way to heaven, if you don't go," the bald man stood up from the sofa and shook his head.
Seeing this, everyone hurriedly opened the passage between him and Cheng Che, and No. 4 and No. 5 showed Cheng Che gloating and revengeful smiles.
The bald man's bones made crackling noises, like beans bursting in a frying pan, and he clenched his fists, "There is no way to hell, you just came here."
Click!
There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing by in the bar, and the floor tiles Cheng Che was standing on just now shattered into fine stones.
boom!
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Che had already appeared at the place where the bald man was before, with a posture of stepping and punching, and he was slowly retracting his fists.
The bald man had already flown back to the sofa, retching while hugging his stomach, which soon turned into real vomiting.
"I'm sorry," Cheng Che was really embarrassed.
After all, they are having a good time, although their life is not very healthy, and their style of work is also a bit problematic.In the end, when I called at my door, I just wanted others to do things for me.
I was really forced to the point where I had no choice but to cross the river once and resort to some extraordinary methods.
"Well, can we talk now? I paid for it."
Let me explain, the problem of Li Zhuang Chicken's recognition of his own name.
In the order of the protagonist I wrote later, I changed it to a strong chicken, and then evolved into a flame chicken.
In fact, according to the world view, the evolution of address recognition should be a process of training and familiarization... This is how Huo Zhiji thought that Huo Zhiji was his own name at first.
Some readers pointed out that if the original name is used all the time, it will cause readers' cognitive confusion... I think it makes sense, so I changed it.
But this kind of super detailed, educating the elves how to recognize the new name will not be written...otherwise it would be too hydrological.
(End of this chapter)