Lin Muchen received the reward and was tricked by the System. He had to pay 500 points a month as a storage fee. He was both sad and happy.
It seemed that he had to find a few more girls and unlock a few more positions. He still had to continue being a plagiarist. Otherwise, where could he earn points?
He flew back to the shore and looked around. When he realized that his surroundings were empty, he roared angrily.
"F * ck, where's my bicycle? Which bastard stole my bicycle?”
He was at the peak of the Aura Refining realm and a half-step to the Golden Core realm, but his bicycle was stolen. It was simply a great humiliation. Who would believe it!
"System, you're trying to take advantage of me again.”
"Friendly reminder, big data shows that the best recovery period is within 12 hours of the item being stolen. After this time, the probability of finding him was only 8%.”
"Not long after you arrived on the island last night, your car was stolen. There's less than a minute left before the best time to find it.”
"So you just watched the car get stolen and didn't say anything just to set me up. You're ruthless!”
" Lalala, the countdown begins. 10, 9, 8, 7…"
His face was pale and looked a little sickly. He was wearing an exquisite silk robe and a round hat. Even in the car, every button was tightly buttoned.
"Where did this young man come from? When he looked around, he actually had an aura that looked down on the world!”
"Little brother, you look angry. What happened? Do you need help?”
Lin Muchen felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
Seeing that his tone was neither warm nor angry, and his tone was kind, she did not feel disgusted and casually replied.
"Oh." The middle-aged man nodded and reached out to open the car door." Where are you going, little brother? Hop in, I'll give you a ride."”
"Alright, thank you."
The man had a muscular figure and a piercing gaze as he stared coldly at Lin Muchen.
He placed his right hand in his pocket. From the outline of his clothes, he could tell that there was a 20-round fast-slow machine gun in his pocket.
It seemed that this guy was not only a martial artist, but also proficient in spear techniques. Looking at those fierce little eyes, he must have lost many lives.
However, to Lin Muchen, this guy was just a slightly stronger ant. Even if he lay down and let him hit, he would not be able to break her defense.
After Lin Muchen got into the car, he looked at the fierce bodyguards with an indifferent gaze.
The middle-aged man was even more curious and interested in this youth.
"Little brother, what car did you lose? I know a lot of people in Shanghai, so I'll help you ask.”
"Thank you in advance. Cycling, England's Three Shots.”
After a while, they passed the abandoned dock and saw the crowd in front of them. The middle-aged man patted the cushion of the driver's seat.
"Old Luo, drive slowly. Don't splash the water on people.”
Lin Muchen immediately had a good impression of this person. It was not unusual for rich people to donate money and do charity. It was just to gain fame.
However, to be able to think so carefully, whether it was because he was an actor or because he was sincere, he was not simple.
He then called out to Lin Muchen," You definitely didn't have breakfast. Let's go eat something first." There's no hurry. I'll have a reply in a while."
"Alright, it's a deal. Breakfast is on me.”
"Hehe, then I won't stand on ceremony.”
The two of them strolled side by side on the dock. The middle-aged man pointed at a stall in the corner and smiled.
"Oh, then I must give it a try."
Soon, the noodles were served. The middle-aged man picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. He revealed a satisfied expression and nodded at the stall owner.
"It's been thirty years, but the taste hasn't changed.”
The stall owner hurriedly bowed and smiled coquettishly." As long as you like it."”
Rotten Meat Noodles were the food of the poor, and the meat inside was all leftovers. Bones, pig skin, internal organs, and so on were all cooked in a big pot.
To be honest, the taste was indeed ordinary.
Seeing that Lin Muchen was not very satisfied, the middle-aged man smiled faintly and began to lecture him.
"Little brother, are you not used to it? Do you know that the taste of this noodle is not bad? There were three bowls of noodles that tasted the worst in life.”
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