its 117: unrealistic ideal

Five minutes after Gong Ping stopped, the mysterious woman also stopped. The old man who was massaged by her, with a comfortable expression, slowly moved his neck, and then turned around and said something to her with a smile. The woman shook her head with a smile. Looking at that, it seemed to show modesty.

At this time, the three referees had recorded Gong Ping's time and the patient in detail, and rushed over to check the results of the mysterious woman's competition. Gong Ping came down to the rest area with the help of Luan Feng and whispered the situation on the field in his ear.

With the passage of time, the game ended quickly. The three referees checked the situation of the patients in turn, and six players were eliminated at once, leaving only Gong Ping, the mysterious woman and the other two masseurs who had asked about the patient's condition in advance.

"You can know this woman's name now." Yun said on one side.

"In addition to the six players who were eliminated, the remaining four are: Master Ping An, Master Yan Xiuwei, Master Zhao Lang and Master Wang Jianming." After Miss Master of ceremonies announced the list of promotions in a sweet voice, both Gong Ping and Luan Feng knew the name of the mysterious woman at the same time.

Obviously, Zhao Lang and Wang Jianming are both male names. In terms of Xiuwei, it must be the woman's name. Luan Feng frowned and began to think about this person in the Pennsylvania gangster circle, but he didn't find one after thinking about it for a long time.

"The next game will be more interesting." The voice of the lady's master of ceremonies rang all over the courtyard of Lishui Garden. "The organizer will not provide assistance from the third round of the competition. That is to say, the four masseuses participating in the competition should prepare a person to receive a massage by themselves. And the evaluation method of winning or losing the game is also very simple, that is, to see which masseuse can bring the greatest comfort to the guests. The competition time limit will be shortened to 20 minutes. In the limited time, whoever can let the guests experience the greatest comfort will win.

As soon as this content was announced, the audience began to discuss it, and people were a little confused - of course, their own people will help their own people and prepare their own people to participate in the competition. How can this competition compare? And this comfort is a feeling of ambiguity to the extreme. How can it be used as the basis for judging winning or losing?

"Of course, in order to prevent cheating, we will make some adjustments." The hostess smiled and said, "We will cross the assistants brought by the masseuses, that is to say, each masseuse is actually facing his opponent's assistant."

"Isn't this... more ridiculous?" The audience couldn't help talking again, "As long as the assistant pretends to be uncomfortable, the masseuse will be at a loss?" That's right, in this way, there is no way to win or lose the game at all!"

When Gong Ping heard this, he couldn't help frowning slightly. It seems that the matter is the same as what he analyzed. The mysterious woman Yan Xiuwei must have the same or similar skills as him.

That is to use the power of luck to influence the ability of others!

"What kind of ability will it be?" Gong Ping thought about it in his heart and couldn't help but be curious. At the same time, I can't help but be a little nervous - is the other party's ability really limited to massage? How much does the other party know about luck? Will the other party's ability slowly evolve to the point of understanding and controlling the operation?

If it really gets to that point, Gong Ping, the master of assassination, will definitely be exposed to He Shengmeng, and the relationship between the killing and the slain will be completely reversed. Even the Heidan Group, and even the decent forces led by it, will fall into the hands of this person who can control the fortune.

Thinking of this, Gong Ping couldn't help but be a little nervous. And his emotions were directly reflected on Yun. He looked down and saw the change of his body color. He looked at Gong Ping in surprise and approached him and asked, "Hey, no way? It's just a game. Why are you so nervous?

"It's not just a matter of winning or losing a game." Gong Ping covered his mouth and whispered, "You can imagine what will happen if Yan Xiu has the same ability as me or can evolve the same ability as me in the future?"

"This..." It took a long time to think about the relationship. The color on his body couldn't help but be heavier. It asked Gong Ping anxiously, "What should I do?"

"Don't panic." Gong Ping said half as a comfort and half as a warning to himself. At least, she doesn't have the strength now. I think I should get in touch with her and try to get close to her. If she is a loyal member of the Sheng League, then..."

"I'm afraid it's not easy to get it." Yun frowned and sighed, "It's not difficult for you to create murderous bad luck, and then break it down from that woman, because her bad luck is so small that it seems to be just composed of one or two hatreds, but the key is to have a chance to get close to her without her resistance. Besides, if she really has the same ability as you, I'm afraid she will notice it as soon as we do it. Unless you can quickly approach her in just a second or two, and then peel off those two hates and get your murderous intention down. But even so, if she is alert and wants to get close to her next time, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to bring the combination of murder to her.

"Yes." Gong Ping nodded slowly, as if she were moving her neck. "So we have to pray that she is better not to be a loyal member of Shengmeng. In this way, we may be able to divide her relationship with Shengmeng, or... further pull her over and become our ally!"

"You..." Yun was shocked. "Your ambition is really amazing! I just thought that if it really didn't work, I would use Xia Jie's strength to give her... I didn't expect you to have such an idea. But it's very risky."

"I'm not a killing machine." Gong Ping sighed gently, "How many times do you have to say it before you understand? I just want to use my strength to destroy the wicked as much as I can.

"Oc's it, it's my fault." Yun muttered in a low voice, with an unhappy face. It looks like an ancient chivalrous man. Didn't you come here because you wanted to help Qianyu?

Gong Ping did not answer, but fell into thought. Yes, did you really come here just to help Yu Qianyu? At first, he once thought that he really wanted to help this friend he met by chance. At the same time, he also wanted to get a stronger ally so that he could get rid of the life of ordinary clerks and get what he wanted with the help of others.

What exactly is it that you want? Is it a noble position? Is it huge power? Is it like Mu Shan? Like Cheng Guotao? Or like... Dong Shao or Nie Yong?

Suddenly, he was confused.

Without giving him a long time to think, Luan Feng has already said, "These guys are so funny, Master Ping, this is obviously telling us that Yan Xiuwei also has the same or even more power as you. Yes, if they hadn't had the confidence to surpass you, they wouldn't have held such a game. Where did this woman come from? I've been in Pennsylvania for a while. Face-to-face characters or powerful underworld characters have been investigated by me. Why haven't I seen this number? It's strange, it's strange. Master Ping, do you think they will play tricks secretly? For example, what is sent to that woman is theirs, and what is sent to you is also theirs. In this way, as long as they forcibly hold back and pretend to be uncomfortable, we will..."

"It can't be such a small trick." Gong Ping shook his head, "Otherwise, everything will be meaningless. Do they just want to beat us in this game? Obviously not, it doesn't make sense to do that. Their purpose is to grab the newly emerging title of 'soul masseuse' first. In this way, new people will only think that it is the title that belongs to Yan Xiuwei and are attracted to Lishui Garden, which is equivalent to everything we have before. We have advertised for them in vain; and they have already understood this title. The person who represents will be curious about her because of my failure, and then come to her place to have a try. Imagine, which one do people prefer, beautiful women and blind people with the same massage ability?

"How cunning!" Luan Feng sighed, "But for them, it is also a legitimate competition. If you hadn't got Duan Bailai, I'm afraid they would have thought of something else. Aren't these grandchildren just not paying any protection fees to them? To deal with us like this, you can imagine what kind of losses those merchants who have no backer have suffered in front of them! If the world is occupied by such people, what else can good people live? Damn, as written in the novel, it will enter the dark age!"

"The Dark Ages?" Gong Ping was suddenly shocked. These four words hovered in his mind, and a ray of light was faintly revealed from it.

Yes, in today's world, people have lost their faith and their minds armed with science, so that they no longer believe in ghosts and gods and "the way of heaven". Therefore, for money, something that can satisfy almost all human desires, many people choose to abandon their conscience and choose to eat the law of the jungle like a beast. As a result, Mu Shan appeared, Dong Fengning appeared, Wang Liangpeng appeared, and Nie Yong appeared...

Correspondingly, those who were harmed by their interests and forced to bow their heads to them also appeared. More weak people can only face these evil people with a humble posture when there is no one to protect them. In order to protect their lives and lives, they are forced to endure humiliation.

What mistakes did these people make? How can those people play with others so casually?

Just because this is a dark era that only worships money!

"Can my power alone change the world?" For the first time, Gong Ping couldn't help asking himself in his heart.

"Is it okay? Is it okay?"

He frowned. One person, and a world...

What a huge contrast between strength and weakness!