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Chapter Twelve: The Commission from London

  "Clang", "clang", the two-ton barbell was continuously lifted up and down, up and down by the supine Gu Xiechen.

  Without mobilizing the innate Qi, Gu Xie Dun was purely exercising his physical strength. Block by block of muscle continuously expanding and contracting, a faint blue-colored blood vessel under the skin undulating with each pulse, sweat gathering on the skin forming small streams, finally sliding down Gu Xie Dun's smooth muscles to fall onto the dust.

  "Nine hundred ninety-nine... one thousand..."

  After pushing the dumbbells a thousand times, Gu Xiechen put the dumbbells on the rack of the fitness equipment and slowly swung his hot arms to straighten up the upper half of his body.

  "It's still a bit off. What exactly is wrong? How can I spark the 'realm' that I've been seeking?"

  Anger's fist flashed forward, the air in front of his fist making a crisp "crack" sound, a faint white energy barrier flashing before his fist.

  Since the fusion of that Cristo crystal, Gu Xiechen's physical quality has been greatly improved. Now he can easily produce supersonic punches, which was something that couldn't be done even with the use of innate Qi before. However, the improvement in his body didn't make Gu Xiechen happy for long, as new problems have been entangling his mind.

  Smoothly merged the crystal ball, and also felt a mysterious change in a place that was elusive and intangible within himself. However, Gu Xiechen was unable to activate the power of the 'Boundary' produced after merging, unable to possess the true strength that a 'Boundary Master' should have. It was right before his eyes, yet seemed like a mirage, unreachable. The frustration in Gu Xiechen's heart could be imagined.

  According to the confidential intelligence of the Gu Group, the most famous Jie Shi 'Lei Di' in the Federation was formed after merging with a yellow Cristo crystal ball and being struck by lightning in a hurricane, thus triggering his 'Thunder Domain'.

  "The 'Fire God' with the highest destructive power in the Federation, he merged with a green crystal ball, and then his vehicle was ambushed, his body was burned by magnesium incendiary bombs, destroying nearly half of it, which finally triggered his 'Fire Domain'."

  "As for the federal joke 'Food King', he merged a rare blue crystal ball, but it was when cooking French lamb chops for his lover that his 'kitchen domain' was triggered. The poor man lost all his combat power from then on, but invested in and operated the top-rated chain restaurant in the federation. Haha, isn't this like 'the gain of a loss'?"

  With a worried expression, Gu Xie dust scratched his head and muttered to himself: "Do I have to try all the methods? Hmm, every day touching high-voltage wires, using gasoline*, or poisoning myself to death? Uh, God, no matter which religion's god, if I unfortunately trigger my limit while caressing something forbidden, then..."

  A large number of goosebumps appeared on Gu Xiechen's body, and he suddenly thought that seven days ago, he was injected with a large amount of aphrodisiac by the beautiful female doctor Maria. Fortunately, he used his Supreme Mysterious Skill to slowly neutralize the drug, but it also caused him great suffering. If he had activated his "Boundary" at that time, what kind of strange ability would he have possessed? Once displayed, it would make all living beings around him feel sentimental and enter a state of "Emotional Domain".

  "What the...! How come Kristoff's crystal ball is so hard to grasp?"

  Gu Xiechen's eyebrows were all scrunched up, but the gym door was kicked open by someone. Mo Hai strode in with a menacing air, licked his lips and smiled at Gu Xiechen: "Xie Long, Old Man Hu wants to see you in his office! Heh heh, there's an easy job for you to do. High pay, low risk, damn it, all the good things are taken by you!"

  "Is that a good thing?" Gu Xie dust rolled his eyes and stared at Mo He, coldly smiling: "You don't know what attitude Uncle Hu Zi has towards me now?"

  Lazily getting up, Gu Xie dust dragged mud and water towards Qiu Rou's office.

  Mohe looked at Gu Xiechen with a mixture of pity and sympathy, shrugged his shoulders and dryly laughed: "The great all-knowing Buddha will bless you! Uh, the debt owed to Uncle Huzi, you can't escape even if you run out of the earth. Poor evil dragon, just slowly repay your debts. When you help Uncle Huzi earn ten first-class warships, uncle will let you off!"

  "Damn it!" Gu Xiechen flipped his middle finger at Mo Xi. If he didn't want to borrow the power of the Hell's Angel Mercenary Corps, Gu Xiechen really wanted to break in. The commander of the Qiu Ran team had put half the value of that black Cristo crystal on the mercenary corps' tab, which meant that Gu Xiechen now owed the mercenary corps half a black Cristo crystal ball! This was a huge sum! Even if they squeezed every last bit out of Gu Xiechen's current self, he still wouldn't be able to pay it back.

  "Life is indeed full of troubles!"

  Standing at the door of Qiu Ran's office, Gu Xie Cen muttered to himself and forcefully punched the doorbell.

  The automatic door of the office opened immediately, and the loud laughter of Captain Qiu's voice came out: "Xie Long? Come in quickly, there is a good job for you here."

  Striding into the office, Gu Xiandu gave Commander Qiu Rui a somewhat unstandard military salute. He stood before Commander Qiu's desk with a solemn expression and said, "What is the mission?"

  The bearded captain spat out a tea leaf from his mouth and handed over a document in front of him to Gu Xiechen.

  "A descendant of an old London family has recently encountered some small problems in business, his investments have been frustrated one after another, and the funds are a bit tight. Hmm, according to our understanding, his relationship with several major federal banks is not very good, and he cannot borrow any funds, these information have been confirmed. So he is preparing to auction off part of the family's treasures."

  He picked up the large teacup in front of him and took a sip of strong tea, then continued: "Of course, this client is a reputable person, and he's going to hold a small-scale secret auction. However, some of the treasures from these families are incredibly valuable, so he has commissioned our mercenary group to provide full protection for the secret auction."

  Gu Xie dust flipped through the documents in his hand, hmm, things were just as Commander Qiu Mao said, this client's family history could be traced back to the Victorian era of ancient England, and was a representative figure of the typical aristocratic class that would rather die than lose face. This time, he brought out more than 70 pieces of family heirlooms for auction, among which more than half were 'national treasure' level treasures. Hiring mercenaries from the Hell's Angel Mercenary Corps to provide full security for the auction was apparently very necessary.

  He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked up at the stern-faced Commander Qiu with furrowed brows: "I smell a thick plot. Either tell me the truth or I'll refuse to take on this mission."

  "Uh!"

  The bearded team leader was taken aback, and he immediately confessed: "Alright, you're a prenatally gifted fighter, generally self-defense is not a problem. But we've learned that the Sacred Unicorn is planning a revenge action against us, I plan to use you as bait to lure them out and give them a good show! Incidentally, open up the London market!"

  After drinking a few mouthfuls of strong tea, the bearded team leader wiped the water droplets from his mouth and smiled slyly: "You're a new face, the people of the Holy Unicorn don't know you, they don't know what level your abilities have reached, so their vigilance against you won't be very high."

  Gu Xie dusted off his shoulders and threw the file back onto the office desk, coldly smiling: "I'll have a chance to play dumb and catch them off guard, working with you all to take down their people in one fell swoop, huh?"

  The bearded captain nodded vigorously and smiled: "How does it feel?"

  Kuxia dust Mali rubbed his fingers: "What reward?"

  The face of the curly-bearded captain turned black with rage, and he glared at Gu Xie, his voice thundering: "You just shattered half of my Cristo crystal ball! It was a rare black top-grade one!"

  "For this crystal ball, the Romanov family of Holstrom will not rest on their laurels! Our mercenary group has not only suffered a huge financial loss but also made such a powerful enemy as the Holstrom family! All of this is because of you! You still have the nerve to ask me for compensation? Huh? Compensation? Do you want compensation?"

  Gu Xie dust helplessly shook his head, he turned around and walked towards the door. As he walked, he shook his head and sighed: "Alright, alright, I'll take on this task."

  The commander of the curly whiskers narrowed his eyes and looked at the back of Gu Xiechen, lightly tapping on the table, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

  Just as Gu Xie dust was about to reach the door, Qiu Mao Tuan Zhang suddenly roared loudly: "Xie Long!"

  "Huh?" Gu Xie turned his head back.

  "Zakura energy crystals!" The bearded captain said in a deep voice: "A large amount of Zakura energy crystals may allow you to truly complete the fusion."

  "Energy, everything is the cause of energy!" The commander of the Whisker Squad looked at Gu Xiechen with a serious expression: "Your fusion may not have failed. If there are a large number of Zakula energy crystals, you might become a 'high and mighty' 'Boundary Knight'! Consider signing a lifelong contract with our mercenary squad, I'll give you one cubic Zakula crystal to try absorbing!"

  "Huh?" Gu Xiachen's heart skipped a beat, he nodded and said: "I'll consider it."

  The automatic door swung open and Gu Xie strode out in big strides.

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