radicalducati Page 95
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Now it was Ian's turn to be dumbfounded.
"I haven't done that."
He took out his phone and checked it.
Oh shit.
This is Batman's revenge, though late, it has arrived!
"You promised you wouldn't pursue this!"
Ian felt he shouldn't have trusted every conman who came out of Gotham—but it didn't matter, even someone as powerful as Batman probably underestimated Ian's shamelessness.
He quickly composed himself.
"Want to touch it? First time is free, subsequent times are ten dollars... wait... how much do you think I need to price it to cater to every pretty girl in the school?"
Ian lifted his T-shirt, revealing abs that weren't exaggerated, but were incredibly muscular—Madison's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but exclaim in genuine admiration.
"You... you've got some tech stuff going on, haven't you?"
The blonde girl seemed to know her stuff.
Her questioning was forceful and resolute.
"Nope."
Ian's answer was equally confident. He was drinking enhancement potions, not getting involved in some kind of high-tech or brutal treatment. As long as the names are different, they can be considered different things.
Is cold-dressed houttuynia cordata the same as fish mint oral liquid?
Same principle applies!
“Whether those muscles are fake or not, they’re definitely intimidating.” Madison was still a little shaken as she pulled out her wallet and started looking for small denominations.
A girl who sees film as her future career path and is decked out in luxury goods naturally comes from a well-off family. A child who carries thousands of dollars with them is at least from a high-class elite family. Hmm? As for how Ian knew there were thousands of dollars, it's because he glimpsed Madison's wallet.
No misunderstanding.
Pure voyeurism.
And there are reasons for this.
“Seriously, you have to come with me to the police station to report this. I need a female officer to protect me.” Madison looked at Ian, who was suddenly eating at an accelerated pace as if he had been possessed by a wild boar.
Her eye twitched.
However, I still held back my complaints.
Feeling somewhat apprehensive, he began to make his request.
"Give."
Madison only had ten-dollar bills in her hand, so she handed them to Ian and waited for the very proper Ian to give her change. The blonde, green-tongued girl who had been sitting at the same table with him for many years knew Ian's price list very well.
Don't have too much money.
can not be less.
If you take an extra portion, you'll get scolded.
If you're short one portion, you'll get laughed at.
“Actually, I’ve been thinking of raising prices lately, but… since we’re such good friends, let’s stick to the old rules.” Ian stuffed all the food into his mouth in one go.
He swallowed the last bite of his burger and then snatched Madison's wallet.
"what?"
Madison watched as Ian counted out eight hundred dollars and put it in his pocket. She wasn't angry, just blankly wondering what eight hundred dollars represented on Ian's service price list.
I've never used this kind of service before.
She seems to have forgotten.
"Eight hundred dollars, and you can bring me back a policewoman?"
The blonde green tea girl got her imagination running wild.
People who can sit together are unlikely to be in a bad mental state.
"Dream on, eat my fart, no, you don't deserve to eat my fart—I'm here to save your life." After Ian finished speaking, he wiped his mouth and threw the tissue from his chest onto the table.
"Save my life for what?"
Madison hadn't reacted yet.
She saw Ian skillfully pull a bag of new stockings out of his pocket.
"???"
Under Madison's horrified gaze.
Ian put it on his head.
"What do you say?"
He looked back.
Just the right time.
The toilet door slammed open.
Five or six men in sunglasses, looking menacing, filed out—the same group of unpredictable men in black, the leader of whom was holding up a huge toad with its tongue sticking out.
The direction the toad was pointing was exactly where Madison was sitting.
"Damn it!"
Madison was horrified.
They grabbed Ian and tried to run out of the restaurant.
however.
"No! Wait for me... wait until I poke two holes where my eyes are!" Ian, having failed again with his back to everyone, could only jog along with Madison.
"Wow~"
You used too much force.
The shredded meat tore apart into tattered cloth.
You have to pay me back!
Fortunately, Ian always manages to find someone to shift the blame to.
“I have a car! My car is over there…” Ian wanted to show off a bit, but found that the crowd on the street was a little commotion. That was because the hood of his Hellcat was opening and closing repeatedly, as if it was about to swallow a black man with a crowbar—it seemed to understand what prison was, but it also seemed not to fully understand.
"..."
Ian's voice stopped abruptly.
"Do you have a car?"
Madison threw away all her high heels.
She turned around in surprise.
"Why don't you wait a moment while I log into my account..." Ian didn't mention his car at all, but instead took out a bag of shredded meat and opened the packaging.
"No? How much of this stuff did you buy?" Madison asked breathlessly, but that didn't stop her from being amazed at what Ian had in his pockets.
"you guess?"
Ian pulled the stockings over his head and logged in again. He knew that wealthy people should keep a low profile, so he wouldn't easily reveal the extravagant fact that he had bought a full hundred pairs and only planned to use them for a month.
"Let them come!"
“I think they’re definitely not simple! Look, I have superhero identification… no, this is my expired mental illness certificate, this is my real identification.”
Ian finally pulled out his psychic card.
He wasn't necessarily trying to be a hero, but his intuition told him that the group of people who looked like male magicians might be the criminals that his Hellcat had sent him to surround.
High-quality express delivery.
Ian definitely has to sign for it.
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Ian was envious of the toad that looked like it could only be used to find people. He remembered that some people in Europe and America liked to lick toads, so it must be some kind of officially controlled contraband.
“Stop, stop, listen to their reasons… they must have reasons…” Ian said, waving his ID while trying to persuade them.
He didn't dare to forcefully break free from Madison's grasp. There was no way around it; Ian hadn't inherited his father's bio-field remotely, and he might accidentally pull Madison's arm off.
This could perhaps be seen as giving away a ticket to cyber ascension.
However, Madison probably wouldn't like it.
"This is a complete blank sheet of paper!" Madison slapped Ian's hand away, her blonde hair exploding with rage. She felt like she was going crazy, and even subconsciously turned her head to check her identity information.
Superheroes don't have any official identification!
"Wait a minute, you should have seen my official [Rose Superman] badge." Ian jogged after him, looking surprised. He put the card away and examined it carefully for a moment.
There was absolutely no problem. It displayed the identity he wanted to project, and even the shredded pork in the photo was the kind he had been searching for at several supermarkets but couldn't find.
It gleamed with a perfect sheen.
She's the kind of woman who, after being used, can still be sold to perverted lesbians on gay dating websites. As for why she doesn't sell to men, it's because Ian still has morals and a bottom line.
It's definitely not because those weird, poor boys couldn't afford the price.
"You definitely didn't take your medication this morning!" Madison stamped her foot in frustration, pulling a bottle of pills from her bag. "Paranoia, huh? Then use my psychiatric medication to tide you over!"
It seems she has revealed something.
A deeply hidden secret.
Yet it seems so reasonable.
After all, not every girl can be Ian's deskmate for several years. Ian was about to confess that he was "cured" when he saw the extra-large medicine bottle and immediately chose to keep quiet.