My F-level talent makes my classmates tremble

Ling Xing shook his head.

"According to statistics, 4.8% of the Awakened have the metal talent."

"This means that you have a high probability of meeting a metal-type Awakener. We met one last night."

"If you have a bomb in your hand and throw it at a metal-type Awakener, he can control the bomb and fly back to you in mid-air. So what do you think will happen?"

"Oh..." Ling Xing suddenly realized.

Indeed, if you meet a metal-type Awakener, the weapon in your hand becomes the opponent's weapon in the end.

Ling Xing had seen some examples when looking through the history of Weixing before.

There used to be a country that suffered heavy losses when its military base was invaded by Awakeners from a hostile country and its stockpiled missiles were detonated.

A giant ship can be sunk with just a few Awokens working together.

A state-of-the-art fighter can be shot down by a level 6 master.

Later, the development of military technology basically stopped.

Because everyone realizes that even if you develop powerful weapons, you cannot deter other countries. For the awakened, they have countless ways to deal with it.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the weapon is, it will only dig a big hole for yourself.

The era of dominating the world with thermal weapons has ended before it even started.

"In fact, like ordinary bombs, only when used at close range can they cause serious injuries to the Awakened."

"If it's a little farther away, it won't be able to cause too much damage to the awakener. The higher the level of the awakener, the stronger the physical body." Luo Chan added.

Ling Xing nodded thoughtfully.

Luo Chan waited for Ling Xing to finish digesting, and continued: "Usually when we go out on missions, we usually only carry tactical knives, and only after confirming the mission information will we carry other weapons."

"Aren't the tactical knives afraid of being used by the metal system?" Ling Xing asked curiously.

"Hehe..." Luo Chan smiled, and replied: "Nowadays, the knife sets on the market are all specially made, which can shield the metal-type perception. Generally, they will be used after confirming that the opponent has no metal-type talent."

"Oh..." Ling Xing was taught again.

He picked up the glass and took a long gulp.

Originally, I thought that I was not strong enough, so I could use weapons to make up for it, but now it was useless.

Um?Ling Xing's eyes suddenly lit up, he thought he still has a storage space!

I wonder if the things in my storage space can be perceived by others?

You must try it later, if you can't be perceived by others, then you can carry it safely!

"Why don't you leave some for me?"

Ling Xing tentatively said: "It doesn't mean that I will definitely meet a metal-type awakener."

Luo Chan still shook her head and said, "This thing is a controlled product, and I won't give it to you without a special reason."

Seeing this, Ling Xing stopped pursuing him.

Think about it too, how can this thing be obtained casually, it's not a mess.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Ling Xing gestured, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

After putting in the water, washing hands, and tidying my hair in front of the mirror, there was a vague conversation coming from the next door.

"I think that little slut should have had a bad time losing fans this time."

"Who made her so arrogant, she deserves it."

"I really admire you for secretly recording her swearing. I have to be more careful when I speak in front of you in the future."

"What do you mean? Didn't you give the reporter the photo of that little bitch with no makeup and pimples?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Hehe, I saw that photo on your phone, it wasn't you who took it or who took it!"

"Let's go, be careful not to be heard."

Listening to this conversation, Ling Xing seemed to have a familiar feeling.

He quietly walked out of the men's bathroom, and saw two young figures from behind.

One of the two girls seemed to notice Ling Xing and looked back at Ling Xing.

This is the girl Mu Xiaoqian stepped on just now.Ling Xing recognized one of them.

"What are you following us for?" the girl suddenly asked angrily.

Ling Xing is a little speechless, if he walks behind you, he will follow you!

"I didn't follow you, I went back to my place." Ling Xing didn't want to talk to him at all, and walked back on his own.

"Don't go!"

The girl who asked the question took Ling Xing's arm.

Reluctantly said: "You have been staring at us just now, who are you? A fan or a paparazzi?"

"I'm the only one who comes here to eat. I don't even know you, so why follow you." Ling Xing smiled lightly.

"Hehe!" The girl smiled contemptuously, and said contemptuously, "If you make excuses and don't find a better one, if you say you don't know us, who will believe it!"

Ling Xing looked at the girl in surprise, wondering in his heart: Should I know you?
"Rongrong, forget it, let's go back." Another girl persuaded the girl named Rongrong.

"Xiao Yao!"

Rong Rong scolded, glanced at Ling Xing, leaned into Xiao Yao's ear, and whispered: "I suspect that he just overheard us talking in the bathroom, what if he recorded it?"

Xiao Yao's face changed slightly after hearing this.

If it was as Rongrong said, then he really couldn't be let go.

"Stop talking nonsense." Rongrong stretched out her hand and ordered, "Take out your phone, let's check it, and you can leave if there is no problem."

"Hehe!" Ling Xing laughed angrily at the girl's arrogant behavior.

He had seen a lot of disrespectful behavior of popular idols on Earth, but none of those things happened to him.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xing actually had the opportunity to experience the special treatment of idols.

"Why do you check my phone?" Ling Xing said unhurriedly.

"I advise you to cooperate obediently, so that you won't be bored later." Rongrong threatened tactfully.

As an idol, you must be careful with your words.

Ling Xing stretched out his right index finger, and said to Rongrong: "I also advise you, don't trust your intuition too much."

"You!" Rong Rong was enraged by Ling Xing.

"What happened?" At this moment, a well-dressed middle-aged man wearing a scarf came over.

A gleam of light flashed in Rong Rong's eyes, and she said aggrievedly, "Uncle Hong, this guy is following us, I suspect he secretly recorded our conversation."

"Huh?" That Uncle Hong frowned and looked at Ling Xing.

Rongrong said the matter in a low voice.

After a while, Uncle Hong said displeased: "I don't care how you sneak into Rafaelo, as long as you hand over your phone, I won't make things difficult for you."

Ling Xing looked at his clothes up and down. He was wearing a slim sportswear, which didn't match Rafaelo's style. No wonder he thought he was mixed in.

"I'll say it again for the last time, I don't know you, and I won't give you my phone." Ling Xing said calmly.

Then he ignored them and went straight to his seat.

"Uncle Hong, there must be something wrong with this guy!" Rongrong said eagerly.

"Don't worry." Uncle Hong said calmly.

He reached out to greet a passing waiter and ordered, "Call your manager."

Not long after, Rafaelo's manager came to Uncle Hong.

He reached out his hand to shake Uncle Hong's hand, and said hello, "Boss Hong."

"Manager Guo." Uncle Hong responded with a smile.

Then he calmed down and told Manager Guo what happened just now.

"Oh... there is such a thing."

Manager Guo frowned, noncommittal, and said politely, "Please lead the way."

Uncle Hong brought Manager Guo to Ling Xing and the others, and then stood aside with his hands behind his back, waiting to watch the show.

The big boss of their company has a small share of the parent company of Raffaello Restaurant, Fernardi Catering Group.

Before coming to Ouyue City, their company had already greeted Rafaelo's people, so he was confident now.