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"Of course. Mobile version m.."

Saint then stood up, nodded and said: "I have no intention of taking hostages, but you must take good care of your team members. The ugly words are ahead. If they do anything extreme, I will not do it again." Show mercy."

"Please rest assured that they are all professional combatants, and they will never disobey orders even if they don't agree with them in their hearts."

After Phil Coulson gave a guarantee, he held down his earphones and issued a series of commands. The other special service team as backup then entered the store in a disarmed state and took care of their unconscious people. The unconscious companions and the firearms scattered on the ground were packed up and taken away.

Afterwards, Phil Coulson called Melinda May and said goodbye to Saint: "Then let's leave first and contact you later."

"and many more!"

Saint stretched out his hand to stop them, pointed to the table that was cut in half and said, "First pay for my table."

"..."

Phil Colson looked at the table speechlessly: "You destroyed it yourself..."

"Don't make excuses!"

Saint interrupted Colson's argument and opened his eyes confidently: "Do you understand what 'seeing the essence through the phenomenon' means? If it weren't for you, would my table be broken? Hurry up! Pay money! "

"..."

With a helpless expression, Phil Coulson took out his wallet from his pocket, dug at it and pulled out a banknote: "Is that enough?"

"A hundred dollars? Are you kidding me?"

Saint snatched Coulson's wallet, opened it and looked at it, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth: "Agent Coulson, are you too stingy? Are you going out with 100 yuan?"

"100 yuan is already a lot!"

Phil Coulson snatched his wallet back angrily, curled his lips and said, "At least enough to buy a table!"

“Plastic tables are just fine!”

Saint rolled his eyes: "Let's go! Remember! You owe me a good mahogany table!"

"Your table is not red..."

"Come on, come on, let me keep you for tea?"

"..."

After driving away Coulson and Agent Mei, Yin Saint locked the store and drew the curtains to block the outside view. Just after doing all this, his feet suddenly weakened and he collapsed to the ground.

"boss!"

Lorna Lensher, who was walking down the stairs, screamed and ran over, helped Saint up and said, "Are you okay?!"

"Shh!"

Saint first made a silence gesture, then patted Lorna's shoulder, and softly comforted: "Don't worry, I'm just overdrawn because of my continuous use of qigong. The recovery of qi is not depleted. Just rest for a while."

Hearing this, Lorna couldn't help curling her lips: "Boss, you are so serious. You have obviously been holding on until now, but you still have the heart to ask them for money for the table."

"What do you know?"

Saint glanced at Lorna with disdain: "This is called bluffing! My forehead was already dripping with sweat. It's not like they never suspected that I lost strength, but they couldn't be sure. If I showed any signs of being anxious, If you let them leave, Coulson will turn his back immediately!"

"But……"

Lorna showed an unbelievable expression: "Didn't you already make peace?"

"Ha ha!"

Saint sneered: "That's because Colson believed it. If I were forced to resist, someone would definitely die! Otherwise, I would have been tortured and taken away!"

"...Boss, in my opinion, your thoughts are too dark, right? Agent Coulson seems to have a very kind personality. I think he is a good person and not as sinister as you said."

"Haha, you innocent little girl, don't make me laugh!"

"Hey! You and I are only one year older. If you talk in this tone again, I will get angry!"

"Okay, okay, don't say anything. Help me go upstairs and lie down for a while. I really have no strength..."

"Hmph! Boss, you are so heavy. I, an innocent little girl, can't do it!"

"..."

An hour later, there was a location on the American map that "absolutely did not exist", the S.H.I.E.L.D. Trident headquarters.

"Kunlun, Hand Club..."

A bald black man wearing half a black eye patch, covering the entire left eye socket, and a long black trench coat, sat behind a huge desk, staring at the hand with his only right eye. Two investigation reports mentioned these two names and said: "They are starting to become restless again..."

"Director, do you know them?"

The man in a black suit standing in front of the desk was none other than Phil Coulson. He looked at the one-eyed black bald man in surprise: "Why have I never heard of it?"

"This is a Level [-] secret and is beyond your authority."

The one-eyed black bald man glanced at Colson: "However, since you already know, I can tell you clearly that the information you have obtained is correct."

Coulson curled his lips secretly and said, "According to what Saint Li said, there is some kind of peripheral force in Kunlun. Does the bureau know anything about it?"

"He didn't lie."

The one-eyed black bald man nodded and summed it up concisely: "Although the Zhenchunhui is not as powerful as the Handhuhui, it should not be underestimated."

After that, the one-eyed black bald man sneered: "Don't be fooled by this name. The members of the 'Zhenshun Society' are all professional killers. They can even be called death warriors. After all, the only reason for their existence is... It’s about destroying the Hand, so even though the number of people in the Hand is much smaller, the level of danger is not low at all.”

"What about the 'Kamesen Ryu'? Although Saint didn't say it clearly, whenever he mentioned Kunlun and the Hand, he would always unconsciously reveal a sense of superiority. This shows that the power of the Kamesen Ryu , at least not as bad as them."

Hearing this, the one-eyed black bald man showed an interesting expression: "This is an interesting place. As early as the century, we already knew about the existence of Kunlun and the Hand. However, the name Guesenliu, I only just learned about it today." I know it from your mouth.”

Coulson raised his eyebrows: "Director, you mean... Saint is lying? There is no so-called Kame Senryu at all?"

"Do not."

The one-eyed black bald man shook his head: "Since he knows so many secrets about Kunlun and the Hand, he must be from this circle and cannot be an outsider. I think what he said is true. Guesenliu is a complete He is the only disciple of the hidden martial arts sect in the world, and it is precisely because they are too low-key that we have never obtained any information."

Hearing what he said, Coulson couldn't help showing a very surprised expression: "Oh, this is really rare. Director, do you sometimes trust people?"

The one-eyed black bald man snorted coldly, picked up the tactical tablet on the table, and looked at the screen again for the scene where Saint wielded the air blade: "It's not that I believe him, but there is no other explanation other than that."

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