Godslayer In the Comic World

  Chapter 21 A New Day

   When it comes to Laomei, it is easy to think of the NBA.

  Lao Mei usually has a small yard in her home, and most of them have a basketball hoop, and Ange's villa is no exception.

  Through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, he wanted to rush to layup, but unfortunately he was powerless.

  He gets the tightest double-team.

   What's outrageous is that the opponent ignored the [No-Hand-Check rule that you can't put your hand on the offensive player to find a fulcrum], and directly put his hand on his waist.

  The other party was so rambunctious that Ange had a headache. After all, it's a private ball game, the kind that doesn't even have a referee.

  He can only carry the top defense, hold the ball with both hands, and constantly use [three threats] tentative steps to break the opponent's press.

   I'm in! I'm out again!

   It's a good left and right horizontal jump.

   At the same time, he had to use his back-up technique that he had practiced for more than two and a half years, and he firmly withstood the harassment of the defender behind him.

  After using the proficient tentative step for the 999th time, Anger finally defeated the defender in front of him, and turned to concentrate all firepower on the defender behind him.

  This ball game was too tragic.

  In the NBA, one quarter lasts 12 minutes, and four quarters, plus various substitutions, pauses and rests, can’t run for about 150 minutes. Overtime is 5 minutes per quarter.

  This is the highest intensity exercise.

   As a result, Anger failed to deal with the opponent in regular time, and it took an overtime to win.

  …

   A sunny morning.

  Hearing the chirping and chirping of birds from outside the window, Sarah opened her misty eyes, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for the first time.

   What caught my eye was not her old dilapidated apartment in a slum that burned 30% of her salary every month, and there was no unpleasant smell of tobacco leaves coming from the next door in her nostrils, and there was no noise in her ears that must be heard in the morning.

  Everything was so beautiful that she couldn't believe it.

  The familiar call brought Sarah back to her thoughts, and what emerged from the white quilt on the opposite side was the face of her elder sister Dana.

   "Good morning, Sarah."

   After being stunned for a moment, Sarah came back to her senses: "Good morning, old lady."

"Are you OK?"

  As soon as my sister asked, terrifying memories came to my mind, and Sarah remembered everything: that terrifying female zombie who was exactly like her, and Ange's hero saving the beauty, and...

  Sarah took a deep breath and said bravely, "I'm not afraid anymore."

  Daina stretched out her white arm from under the quilt, interlocking her fingers with her sister's outstretched hand.

  The two sisters suddenly felt a stabbing pain at the same time, and frowned at the same time. They looked at each other with a little embarrassment.

   Just then, they noticed that the TV in the room was always on.

  At this time, the host is broadcasting gossip news:

"Oh—what a pity! This time it is the famous female reporter Christine Evahart who hit the position next to New York's richest and handsome Tony Stark. It is a pity that she still did not escape and was kicked out by Tony after the friendly match It is still Miss Potts, the housekeeper of the Stark family."

   "Then who will be the next one to challenge Mrs. Stark's status? Please wait and see. The gambling website about whether the next challenger will succeed is XXXX."

  Lao Mei can bet on anything.

  How long a mad bee and butterfly can stay beside **** Tony is also a gamble that New Yorkers are keen to bet on.

   For most viewers, this is a necessary part of everyday New York fun.

  When the fun falls on me, it's a bit bad.

  Sister Lance's face became a little stiff for a moment.

  The two of them dressed silently, tacitly did not mention that someone was once a black gold VIP customer of all high-end nightclubs in Gotham City, and walked out of the room hand in hand after a long absence.

   Who knew that as soon as they went out, they saw a row of twelve maids waiting at the door, and they all bowed and said, "Good morning, Miss Lance."

   "Good morning." The two replied slightly stiffly.

come yet?

finally coming?

   This is driving people away, right?

  That's right, Angie doesn't owe us sisters anything.

  We've written it off.

  …

  The air was unusually quiet, and the two sides stood in a confrontation for several seconds before the oldest member of the maid team stood up: "Miss Sarah Lance, please instruct."

"instruct?"

   What instructions?

  The head maid seemed to see Sarah's confusion, and reminded: "According to Master Ang's order, Miss Sarah Lance, you are already the housekeeper of this house, and all our servants need to obey your orders."

   "Ah!" Sarah, whose brain was down, remembered that Ange seemed to have said this. When she was embarrassed, she reacted quickly: "It's nothing, let's go on as usual!"

   "Okay." The head maid curtseyed neatly with a group of maids who were at least schoolgirl-level, and then filed out.

   In the lobby on the second floor full of modern paintings, only the Lance sisters were left.

  The two of them looked at each other in blank dismay.

   "Sarah, it seems that I will be the secretary in the future, and you will be the housekeeper."

"Um."

  The two sisters were a little absent-minded, especially Sarah, who took a while to accept her new identity.

  Following the guidance of the maid, the two of them came to the underground training ground and greeted Louis and other bodyguards. As soon as they entered, they saw Ange who kept waving his sword and practicing martial arts.

  He is so focused, every action detail is meticulously completed.

  Hundreds of times, thousands of times, the movements did not deform at all, just like the movements made by robots.

   After swinging the knife a thousand times, Ange noticed the arrival of the two sisters.

   Face to face again, the faces of the two sisters were rarely flushed at the same time.

  Sarah didn't dare to look at Ang's face. Strictly speaking, she and Ang had met for the first time yesterday. Maybe many American girls like to indulge, but their sisters are conservative.

  Sarah held back for a long time before she could say: "Did you sleep well last night?"

   "Not good. I didn't get enough sleep." Ange choked Sarah with a blunt sentence.

  Without waiting for her to reply, An*Wen Chaogong*Ge suddenly showed a bright and handsome smile: "But for you and your sisters, I would like to sleep less."

  The next moment, the two sisters blushed like steamed red prawns.

   Unable to hold back anymore, he ran away with awkward steps like a crab.

  Ange finished his martial arts practice, and glanced at the progress bar in the system with satisfaction. After drying himself, he came to the dining room and read today's "Gotham Daily" while having breakfast.

  After reading the first four pages, An Ge couldn't help wondering, what did he read?

  According to online sources, a mysterious woman in a bat suit disrupted a major arms smuggling operation in Falcone last night. A woman in a strange black and white spider suit overturns dozens of clown gangs and stops a grand havoc.

   There was also a crazy woman dressed as a clown who robbed an oil tank truck and crashed into a train carrying dangerous goods parked next to the chemical plant, causing an explosion that could be seen 30 kilometers away.

  The mayor said that the citizens of Gotham don’t need to worry, and the people of Cannabis who are worry-free and chlorine-free are the ones who need to worry.

  There are so many big events in one night, and what about the newspaper?

   From caring about why Bruce Wayne hasn't picked up girls recently, to the birth of two kid goats at the Gotham Zoo, and to Anger who seems to have picked up the former lead singer of the Black Mask Club.

  Anyway, the entire newspaper exists only to discuss one point of view—yesterday was nothing serious!

  This is so **** ironic!

  (end of this chapter)