Jenny had to test the tea with a thermometer every time she made it – that was hot water that was close to 80 degrees.
Angel frowned. “It still tastes the same, but not as bitter.”
Jenny’s mouth dropped open. A moment later, she gave up on her worries and smiled wryly. “You need to savor it; you’re just quenching your thirst if you drink it that way. Also, the tea leaves haven’t steeped yet, so of course the taste is lighter.”
Angel decisively stopped discussing something as mystical as “taste” and asked what she was really interested in. “Your little wolfhound seems very good at fighting?”
Jenny subconsciously nodded, and her face changed. “Wait, don’t spar with him. He’s not as strong as you are.”
Angel snorted. “Nonsense. He has the muscles and movements of a pro. Don’t tell me his little d*ck isn’t strong enough?”
Jenny’s gaze fell on Angel’s massive chest.
Angel was enlightened, and said disdainfully, “…I was born with this, can you blame me? Why don’t you say I have more muscles than he does?”
As she spoke, she didn’t forget to look at Jenny’s chest.
The chairman flew into a rage out of humiliation. “What’s the point of being big? There’s no one to rub it anyway.”
Angel was furious. “I just don’t like those weaklings! You’ve been rubbed back and forth for a month. Your chest hasn’t grown bigger, but your mind’s grown smaller, right?”
The chairman of the board said, “Some people like it small, and aren’t as rough as certain people.”
Angel said, “Say that again, and I’ll rape your little wolfhound.”
The chairman decisively gave in. “…My bad. There are actually a lot of people outside who are interested in you. I can introduce you to 10 or 20 of them if you want.”
Angel said, “Get lost. Are they after my body? They’re clearly after my identity as a personal bodyguard. That’s low!”
The chairman couldn’t help but laugh on the couch, because Angel was right.
There had been people trying to hook up with Angel for the past few months, and Angel was naturally unhappy at being targeted by a bunch of guys who just wanted a cheap way of reaping benefits. Was she only worth that much?
…
It was early April, but the temperature in many East Coast cities, including New York, was still low. It was only a few degrees in the morning and at night, and the wind was cold.
In contrast, the atmosphere in Ursa Minor was quite lively.
With the addition of Skye, this intelligence officer, Ursa Minor was finally getting somewhere.
Donnie, the tech turtle, was in charge of modifying equipment, and Mindy and the little turtles spent credit points to buy optical camouflage and Chitauri flier components from the bigshot, finally solving the problem of transportation for Ursa Minor.
While there were a lot of ridiculous parts to the ‘flying car’ which was put together, it could be considered a feat of ‘witchcraft.’
From the outside, it looked like a very normal Ford minibus.
Inside, it was similar to an American police assault vehicle. There was an aisle for the driver to move to the back of the van, but the van didn’t have windows.
When necessary, optical camouflage and the suspension system could be turned on, and the van made very little noise when it was invisible.
Two rows of seats faced each other in the back of the van. They could accommodate 10 people and equipment, provided that everyone wasn’t wearing armor.
Of course, they didn’t have any armor to use.
The Bat Squad armor couldn’t be used for a private operation like this.
Firstly, it would be conspicuous, and secondly, it would be easy for people to connect them to the Bat Squad.
Even some people in Ursa Minor didn’t know there was a connection between the two, so this information couldn’t be leaked.
Luke didn’t care that these kids were stealing his business.
After almost a year of silent training, he finally leveled up and obtained 8 stat points, which he allocated to Dexterity.
At that moment, the system showed that the host’s level was 26.
Strength: 34 (Level 1 Star of Justice +10, Level 2 Star of Justice +20)
Dexterity: 26 (Level 1 Star of Justice +10, Level 2 Star of Justice +20)
Mental Strength: 33 (Level 1 Star of Justice +10, Level 2 Star of Justice +20)
Host’s experience: 3.8 million / 30 million.
Credit: 20,320,000
Faith value: 370,000
Although he was only one level away from breaking through the 60 Dexterity threshold, even Luke couldn’t do anything about it.
An average of more than 10,000 experience and credit points a day was already pretty good.
There weren’t that many ‘super chives’ to harvest, not to mention they couldn’t be found just anywhere.
He usually tried his best to practice sustainable development.
The reason he had gone with Jenny to lock onto targets in his blacklist was to dig deeper.
It wouldn’t be good to kill those top bigshots in bulk, but it wouldn’t be too much of a concern if something happened to their subordinates. If they died, someone else would naturally take their place.
These people had personally planned and participated in a lot of crimes, and were definitely worth a lot of experience and credit points.
As long as Luke found the starting point, he would be able to lock onto the real identities of these people.
He would run into some big cases again, and it wouldn’t take long for him to collect the experience points for the next level.
So, it wasn’t bad for Ursa Minor to deal with ‘low-value targets.’
In any case, the experience and credit points earned by his teammates could be shared with him. Without doing anything, he could still earn hundreds of experience and credit points.
The experience and credit points each time seemed low, but he now had a lot of teammates.
Currently, 20 to 30% of the increase in Luke’s experience and credit points came from his teammates.
There was a limit to how much time a person had, and Luke couldn’t make trouble for these small fry one by one. It was already good for him to get points in a trickle after a 1- or 2-star teammate took over.
Ursa Minor’s ‘real combat training was also very effective.
Nikki and Monica, who had only beaten up hooligans before, had already taken action twice, and Tyrone had moved once.
Those who had yet to participate in battle were Joseph and Skye, the two ‘admin personnel,’ as well as Carrie, who was a slightly more special existence.
Joseph might not be taking action himself, but he was in charge of planning each operation like the chief of staff.
With Skye’s abundant intelligence support, Joseph was doing a good job.
Luke realized that he wouldn’t have to worry too much about Ursa Minor in the future. Mindy had already assembled the basic personnel all by herself.
Even Carrie, who didn’t seem to be of use at the moment, played a key role.
Her Spirit Form already had an offensive component to it, and she had even developed an ability called Mental Resistance last year.
Mental Resistance specifically increased resistance to mental attacks.
Not only could Carrie use it as protection, she could also release it as an attack, and it had a clear effect on most mental abilities.
Ever since Carrie obtained this ability, Luke could only use Pheromone Control to suppress Alice and Carrie’s mental issues.
Mental Resistance wasn’t very useful to Luke and Selina, but the rest of the team no longer had to worry about running into mental-type superhumans.
Simon, that troublesome ghost, might also suffer if he was hit by Mental Resistance.
As long as Mental Resistance was refreshed regularly, it was enough to ensure that everyone wasn’t targeted via their minds, which solved the team’s biggest shortcoming.
More importantly, the prerequisite for this ability was only 40 Mental Strength and 100,000 credit points. Luke, who didn’t lack credit points, immediately learned it.
Carrie wasn’t an adult yet, and her mental state was unstable. She wasn’t suitable for official combat, to say nothing of controlling both herself and the minds of others during battle at the same time.
As a seasoned battle professional, Luke would know how to use this ability at the right moment.
He profited a lot when he shared this ability with his clones.
