This person seed to have participated in the Super Talent Show before, apparently the strongest combat power among them.
But this supposedly strongest martial artist's realm was actually just the Grade A Martial Artist Realm.
In Zhang Beixing's eyes, they were just a bunch of ragtag troops.
If a fight were to break out, he could resolve it in just a few moves, it was not a problem at all.
The only thing that Zhang Beixing was a bit concerned about now was the tricks they might have up their sleeves.
If Zhang Beixing didn't sense it wrong just now...
A colorless and odorless gas should have drifted into their room a little over a minute ago?
If Zhang Beixing wasn't like a human scanner, he might not have even known about this.
Upon discovering the smoke at the first instance, Zhang Beixing had already initiated special techniques to circulate his internal breath, refraining from taking in the air inside the room.
This compartnt, designed with a gigantic glass window for passengers to enjoy the view, did not allow for opening the window to ventilate.
There was a small ventilator window in the top left corner of the compartnt.
Judging from the speed at which the gas flowed in from outside, it seed the venting capacity of this little window was not very effective; it was not able to facilitate air circulation.
"Lia, do you feel dizzy?"
Zhang Beixing asked.
Lia had already been feeling a bit drowsy and dizzy, but she had just woken up after sleeping in Zhang Beixing's embrace for a long ti, probably about seven or eight hours?
Just waking up, by her usual routine, she should be alert for at least fifteen or sixteen hours.
But now she just felt so sleepy...
She was struggling to keep her eyes from closing.
She thought she was doing well by staying alert.
But was it this obvious?
Watching her puzzled eyes, Zhang Beixing laughed.
What the heck, those bewildered little eyes.
"Turn on your front cara and have a look for yourself."
Throwing the mobile back to Lia's hands, Lia hurriedly picked up her phone and opened the cara to take a look.
Holy moly.
Her eyes were almost squinting shut, like she couldn't keep them open no matter what.
Even though she was already trying her best to stay awake.
"Minister Zhang... What's going on?"
Lia was a bit panicked, could she be getting sick or sothing?
Zhang Beixing turned and asked Makely, "Are you feeling sleepy?"
Originally it wasn't ntioned, but after Zhang Beixing asked, Makely, who had just woken up, yawned, "I do feel a bit sleepy."
Indeed.
Currently, this thing didn't quite work on Zhang Beixing.
If he was entirely unaware and accidentally inhaled it, he might have really fallen for it a bit.
But now...
Zhang Beixing was directly running his breath circulation internally, temporarily cutting off the inhalation of the outside gas.
This thod, of course, couldn't last too long.
Even though Zhang Beixing had already beco transcendent, not breathing was still not possible.
Not absorbing oxygen into his body, it seems he would have to advance several more realms to achieve that.
Perhaps Zhang Beixing could in the future, but for now, not really.
One or two hours certainly wouldn't be a problem for now.
One or two hours would be enough for Zhang Beixing to solve the issue.
Those outsiders outside, no matter how bizarre they might be, one or two hours would be enough to deal with them.
"Since you both feel sleepy, go ahead and sleep. I'm going out to play with them."
"Otherwise I wouldn't feel at ease going out. Once I leave, lock the door and push sothing against it to keep yourselves safe."
Lia and Makely nodded.
Makely suddenly asked, "If we block the door, how will you get back in?"
Zhang Beixing laughed,
"Do you think there's anything in this world that can stop ?"
"Didn't Lia ntion before? Their strongest person is just a Grade A Martial Artist."
"While a Grade A Martial Artist is strong, locking the door and blocking it from inside — without several thousand pounds of strength, you can't open the door, a Grade A Martial Artist isn't that strong."
Zhang Beixing said with a smile.
What combat power does a Grade A Martial Artist have?
Nothing more than a Karate Black Belt, Taekwondo Master, etc. This combat power is still within the range of normal people.
Of course, except for those big guys who play sumo wrestling.
Zhang Beixing hadn't found any sumo wrestlers among those outside yet.
"Alright, I'm off. Close the door properly, hurry up, Lia's eyes can hardly stay open."
Lia did not refute him.
Her eyes were really having trouble staying open.
So sleepy.
She only felt like there was a mountain on her eyelids.
She couldn't prop them open at all.
Kazilan's big eyes had now beco slits.
Her consciousness was already getting a bit blurred; standing up seed like she was about to fall asleep and start dreaming.
Originally, Zhang Beixing planned for her and Makely to move the bed to block the door, but now she couldn't care less.
She turned and headed to the bed in the corner of the room, the one Makely slept on just now.
She could only make herself get on the bed right away to avoid falling flat on the floor, making a fool of herself.
In the last second as she fell onto the bed.
A face suddenly appeared in her mind.
It was a colleague of hers, very skilled at using sedatives to complete theft missions.
She had cooperated with this person before.
But before, she was always on the teammate's side, and this was the first ti she was on the fainted side.
This ti she was actually still a teammate, but this ti, forced to stand on the opposing side.
She wanted to tell Zhang Beixing about this, at least let him know roughly what this person looked like so Zhang Beixing would be prepared.
But as the words were about to co out, the next second was spinning and darkness, with no scenery before her, only darkness left.
The scene in her mind extinguished too.
Only the soft snores that Zhang Beixing and the barely conscious Makely could hear remained.
Zhang Beixing shook his head and said to Makely, "Hold your breath for a bit, you'll feel slightly better. I'm off."
Makely stopped Zhang Beixing.
"Take this with you!"
"?"
Zhang Beixing felt sothing being shoved into his hand unexpectedly.
He was puzzled, then saw it was the USB drive that Lia had just stolen out of Makely's pocket.
Unexpectedly, this should also be the USB drive that the DE Organization tasked those ragtag troops outside to retrieve.
More critical than killing or capturing Makely alive, this USB drive was even more important.
"You're just giving it to like this?"
"Yes."
Makely just lightly acknowledged, and uncertain what she ant, directly pushed Zhang Beixing out the door.
Closed the door, locked it, then the sound of sothing being pushed against the door was heard inside the room.
Hearing this sound, Zhang Beixing's face slightly twitched.
He could roughly guess what Makely was thinking, so he didn't say much, just put the USB drive into his own pocket.
Then turned around.
Looking towards several dimwits who were now standing dumbfounded at the door.
They never expected Zhang Beixing to appear suddenly at this mont.
A black guy turned and looked at his companion, his eyes filled with doubt and anger.
As if questioning him.
"Didn't you damn well say this thing would definitely knock Zhang Beixing out, making it easy to capture once he's down???"
"This is what you damn well call fainting him???"
The anger in his eyes was not feigned.
Right now, he wished he could eat his companion alive.
Unfortunately, Zhang Beixing wasn't planning on giving him that chance.
With a casual swing.
Pa!!!
A huge, extrely loud, and even slightly penetrating slap resounded throughout the entire carriage.
Then everyone watched as the person got slapped flying with a single slap, even completing a perfect 720-degree Thomas full twist in mid-air, terrifically spectacular!
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