Mecha Star Wars.

Lin Fan distributed gifts to everyone as soon as he got over the jet lag.

Zhu Cunjun was indeed very happy and immediately changed his keychain.

Jin Sichen was also very happy and hung the keychain under the desk lamp in the office.

After knowing that Lin Fan wanted to learn P language well, he quickly contacted her with a good P language teacher, online.

After Wang Fengfeng received the gift, he discovered that the keychain was an all-in-one model that had been out of print many years ago. I even went online to check it out, and after confirming it, I was so happy.

Knowing that Lin Fan wanted to learn P language, he specially wrapped her P language learning materials to express his gratitude.

Quan Ying Dongzhen carefully selected the screwdriver and locked it in the drawer. Not that he paid much attention to the keychain. He was afraid that if he didn't lock it, he wouldn't be able to find it when he turned around.

After all, his office has always been a mess with no clue.

Also locked in the drawer was Mr. Ban Hai's small wrench. He didn't know where he was busy, so Lin Fan had to ask Quan Yingdong to deliver it to him.

Wenji thanked him politely, pinned the small syringe to the chest pocket of his white coat, and put it together with the red, blue and black pens. It looked pretty good.

Lin Fan also made a special trip to the Xiaoyao Sect to deliver a sword to his senior brother.

I saw him looking at the keychain for a long time, and then explained that it was a Western sword. She has seen a lot of Chinese swords from Senior Brother, and she should also have a few foreign swords of different types.

Le Zhengyuan said nothing. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a Western sword that was exactly the same as the one on the keychain, and "beat" Lin Fan...

"It means that Senior Brother is ruthless." Xue Ping complained. As long as the person being tortured was not him, he would still be in a happy mood.

"You have the guts to say that in front of senior brother." Jin Sichen swallowed the food in his mouth and mocked coldly.

Xue Ping rolled his eyes at him and said, "If I dare to say it in front of him, why should I complain here?"

"You are really brave!" Wang Fengfeng gave him a thumbs up.

"What are you afraid of? Who in the whole department is not afraid of senior brother? You? Or you?" Xue Ping asked Wang Fengfeng and then asked Jin Sichen.

Neither of them said a word, just lowering their heads to eat.

Not everyone is as shameless as Xue Ping and can admit weakness calmly.

"But having said that, if Lin Fan is trained like this by senior brother, wouldn't it be equivalent to being his apprentice?" Xue Ping shook his legs, rubbed his chin with his hand, and looked at Lin Fan who was immersed in eating.

"Then if I defeat you, will it be regarded as revenge for myself to a certain extent?"

"What are you talking about? If you can't beat the master or the apprentice?" Wang Fengfeng was the first to complain.

"Why should I fight you?" Lin Fan had been tortured by P-texts recently and didn't want to spend any extra effort.

"What's that? A debtor must pay his debt!" Xue Ping said matter-of-factly.

"What kind of language skills do you have?" Wu Yusen looked disgusted, "If you can't speak, just don't speak, okay? Lin Fan is not the eldest brother's apprentice. You want revenge? It's simple. The eldest brother is right there on Xiaoyao Mountain. You don't know the way to me. I can give it to you for free.”

"Hey~ you guys, when it comes to Lin Fan, it's like stepping on your tail?" Xue Ping didn't take Wu Yusen's words at all and shook his head. "I don't even think about it, it would be good for her if we compete."

"Benefits?" Lin Fan looked at him, "What other benefits can there be from fighting?"

"Of course." Seeing Lin Fan take over, Xue Ping came to the table and said, "Think about it, you have been training under your senior brother for so long, you still don't know what level you are at, right?"

That's true. Lin Fan only knew that her abilities were not weak, but to what extent she had no idea.

I had a few moves with Shen Bei before, but due to limitations of the venue and some other reasons, I was not able to show my full strength.

The last time I had a sparring session was before I left 800. At that time, she was already on a par with Song Ren. Ordinarily, he should be stronger than Song Ren now.

Lin Fan looked at John Woo.

"What are you looking at him for? Look at me." Xue Ping stretched out his arms and snapped his fingers twice in front of Lin Fan's eyes, successfully drawing her attention back. "So, don't you want to try it?"

Not to mention, Lin Fan was really moved.

Others no longer objected and wanted to see how powerful Lin Fan was now.

"Don't think that what you said makes sense can cover up your original intention." John Woo was not fooled by him so easily.

"Oh, why do you care so much? Just tell me whether you want to see it or not?" Xue Ping waved his hand, nonchalantly arousing everyone's interest.

John Woo smiled and didn't stop him again.

As the saying goes, if you don't do something, you won't die. Since someone wants to rush to die, of course the brothers will not stop him.

It just so happened that he also wanted to see how far Lin Fan's strength had reached.

A group of people happily scheduled the competition for tomorrow.

The next day, Xue Ping, who was full of confidence, was critically attacked by Lin Fan in the competition arena.

When not holding a weapon, he could indeed suppress Lin Fan slightly with his strength.

But when John Woo threw the weapon, the situation became one-sided. Even Xue Ping, who was also holding a weapon, could not withstand the defeat.

John Woo was once again thankful that he had the foresight to not mention the fight in front of Lin Fan, otherwise he would have been the worst off.

The friends who had dinner together yesterday were all wide-eyed.

They knew that after Lin Fan studied under his senior brother, they knew that a famous teacher would definitely produce a great disciple, but they did not expect that she could be so powerful.

With Lin Fan's current level, there aren't many people in the special clinic who can be her opponent if they don't use special powers.

Of course, she must be armed.

"What am I talking about?" Xue Ping smiled and put his arm around Lin Fan's shoulders, walking over together. "Can you see her ability intuitively?"

Jin Sichen snorted coldly, pinched the skin on the back of his hand, and pulled his dog's paw off Lin Fan's shoulder. "Just talk, why are you so close?"

Xue Ping bared his teeth and grimaced, "I was paralyzed by her, why can't I put her shoulder to shoulder? Lin Fan didn't say anything, you..."

When he saw Jin Sichen lowering his head and showing his eyes, he immediately gave in and said, "Okay, okay, you're right, everything you said is right. Fengfeng, come here, let me lean on you."

Wang Fengfeng smiled and put it on his shoulder.

Everyone was watching. Xue Ping was not just pretending that he couldn't get up.

He couldn't be like Lin Fan, who could fill up his health with just one meal. He must have been unable to jump around for a few days.

When Lin Fan and Xue Ping were fighting, there were more than just friends who were eating together watching.

The news that "Special Service Officer Xue Ping was completely tortured by Mobile Director Lin Fan" spread wildly in the Special Service Office like it had wings.

Now, both those who knew Lin Fan and those who didn't had a deep understanding of her strength.

After all, the skills of the senior agents in the Secret Service are beyond compare.

After Zhu Cunjun got the news, he was relieved and happy. He said "Okay, okay!" three times in a row, without asking how Xue Ping was doing.

I wonder if Xue Ping will feel a little bit disappointed if he knows about it?

Lin Fan didn't know that she had already become famous in the special agency.

After returning to my office, I lay down on the sofa. It was very tiring.

The cell phone on the coffee table dinged, and she lazily reached over to take a look.

"There is a new unread message in group 623."