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Harry Wright's Luxurious Solo Travel Chapter 20

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    "Betty, why are you back so late today?" Lianna looked at her reproachfully.

    "Because" Betty hesitated, hesitated for a while, and said, "Because my friends need my help with something again today."

    Liana shook her head slightly.  For the past two days, Betty had been running out early every day under the pretext of having an appointment with a friend.  He always goes out for a long time before coming back.  It would have been understandable before, but with Harry.  Wright, a handsome guy who is rarely seen in movies, is here, and Betty is running outside all day long, so Liana has to worry about her.

    Every time Liana asked Betty from the side, Betty always made up an excuse to deal with it like she is now, leaving Liana helpless.

    "Harry, do you remember the report in the newspaper I showed you yesterday." Betty said to Harry, avoiding further questioning from her Aunt Lianna.

    "Is it the third young master from a wealthy family who fell dead next to the railway?" Harry asked.

    Yesterday morning, Harry read the day's newspapers, hoping to get Jack.  News from Ryan.  But apart from lengthy articles that irresponsibly portrayed him as a glorious god as brave as an archangel and as noble as a saint, there was no news about Goldenfinger Jack in the newspapers.  The only report related to this incident was that on the railway line about a few hundred kilometers away in the town of Ribarento, a rich man died suddenly and inexplicably on the roadside while he was out hunting.

    That location is where Harry and Jack decided the winner.  The report in yesterday's newspaper was not detailed. Harry only relied on his own guess to infer that Jack was picked up and left by his men who jumped out of the car first.  The third young man from the rich family must have been unlucky and bumped into the person who came to rescue him and lost his life.  But now judging from Betty's performance, it seems that there is something else.

    "The newspaper contains today's autopsy results. Except for a dark red dot in the center of the chest, no injuries were found on the body of the rich young man." Betty said, waving the newspaper in her hand.

    "Perhaps a martial arts master used penetrating power on him." Harry speculated.

    "This is the strange thing. When the forensic doctors dissected his body, they found that the rich man's right chest was inexplicably missing a lot of body tissue. Not only the pectoralis major and internal and external intercostal muscles disappeared, but also the  Several of the ribs have also shrunk to the thickness of chopsticks, and the heart of the deceased has also shrunk to the size of a tea cup. Harry, what kind of martial arts do you think can achieve this effect?" Betty handed the newspaper in her hand to Harry and asked.

    Hearing such a strange thing, Liana and Dis came together, and the three of them looked at Harry together, waiting for his answer.  Sensing everyone's ardent expectations, Harry pondered for a long time before saying with a wry smile: "There are too many mysteries in this world that are difficult to solve, and I am not omniscient and omnipotent at a young age. So I don't know either."

    Seeing the disappointed expressions on everyone¡¯s face, Harry added: ¡°But being able to make body tissues disappear out of thin air without any trauma at all should not be something only martial arts masters can do. This should involve the operation of abilities.¡±

    "Could it be that the ability user forcibly removed the tissue from the living body?" Dis asked in surprise with his eyes widened.

    "It shouldn't be possible." Harry shook his head.

    "The secret of life can never be explored. As far as I know, even a super-limited ability user cannot force the tissues and organs of a living person with constant energy flow in the body without touching the other party.  Move away. In fact, even if you come into contact with the other party, it is difficult to interrupt the cyclic flow of life energy without meeting certain conditions, especially for masters with extraordinary energy."

    Because there is usually a super-limited ability user wandering in front of and behind him, so Harry is very familiar with the shortcomings of ability users.  Glancing at Dis, he added: "As long as you practice the gun-hiding skills I taught you, perfectly integrate the weapon with yourself, and protect it under your own life energy, even if you are over the limit,  It will be difficult for a level esper to remove your gun."

    Diss nodded solemnly and said he understood.

    ? Harry felt very relieved to have such a smart student.

    In just a few days, Harry could not teach everything to Dis like his teacher.  All he could teach him were some lessons from his teachers and his own experience.  And these experiences are the priceless treasures that countless people who have talents but have no chance to meet a Master dream about.

    Every experience gained is often accompanied by the loss of several lives.  Many times, when you discover the right way to do something, it is already at the end of your life.  Dis was able to cherish every word he said.Keep it in mind, and one day he will truly turn it into his own knowledge.

    The door to a top-notch shooter has been opened in front of him.

    "It's definitely not easy to do what was mentioned in the newspaper. It's very likely that an esper or a high-level intelligent monster will intervene, or someone will use a weapon with special abilities." Harry made his move  Final inference.

    "Then who could it be? Is it Jack's men? Will their group come to this city to cause trouble?" Betty asked worriedly.

    "I don't know about this, but Jack's injury shouldn't prevent him from carrying out any major operations in the short term. In the absence of a leader, I hope they won't have any activities." Harry  road.

    "These days, you try to go out as little as possible." Lianna said to Betty.

    ¡°That¡¯s not possible.¡± Betty flatly refused without even thinking about it.  Seeing that Liana was a little unhappy, Betty quickly clung to her, hugged her waist, and said coquettishly: "Don't worry, Aunt Liana, it will be three days, or five days. I really have something to do now."

    Looking at Betty¡¯s flattering smile, Lianna could no longer say anything, she could only shake her head and sigh.

    But contrary to Harry's wishes, Jack Goldenfinger at this time.  Ryan was sitting on the sofa on the top floor of the tallest building in Barento Town, looking at Harry.  The view from Wright's direction.

    The building where Jack is located is a landmark building in the town of Barento. The top floor of the building, except for the floor, is entirely made of highly transparent water-glazed water glass as the basic building material.  In addition to blocking the strong winds at high altitudes and allowing people staying in the room to realize that this is a room, water-glazed glass has no sense of existence like air.

    The whole body is buried in a milky white leather sofa, which is very different from the image of the disheveled homeless man on the train that day. Jack at this time.  Ryan was a complete gentleman.

    Under the dark red designer coat, he wears a straight light gray suit. The bright red scarf tied in front of the white shirt collar and the wide-brimmed top hat on his head form a harmonious set.  With a clean shaven face and Jack's deep black eyes, his whole person exudes the mature charm of a man who has experienced vicissitudes of life.

    In addition to Jack, there were several people sitting scattered in the room. However, compared to Jack who was looking around leisurely, the expressions of the others were much more solemn. Their eyes were all focused on a man standing in front of the glazed wall, looking down into the distance.  on the old man.

    It may not be accurate to say that he is an old man.  Because except for his frosty white hair that betrayed his age, there was no trace of old age in his figure or demeanor.  The pure black evening dress was cut to fit the body, and the hand behind her back held an ivory white cane about three feet long.

    The old man gently weighed the cane in his hand, which had simple and smooth lines and was only slightly enlarged and curved at the handshake point, and looked at the stars-like lights below.  After a long time, the old man let out a long breath and said, "My city is still so beautiful."
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