Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1365 - 407: [Faker]_4

Here’s the problem: he doesn’t have Third Realm Cultivation now! Many spells can’t be used, and even if he could use them, he can’t!

Spells from the Domain Realm should be avoided if possible. It’s hard enough to get this world’s Heavenly Dao to accept you as one of its own. If he uses Domain Realm spells, what if the Heavenly Dao brother isn’t pleased?

More cultivation deducted?

People are missing, Chen Yan hesitated for just two seconds, then decided he couldn’t ignore it.

It’s a very simple and straightforward truth: these people went out with him, so it’s not right for him to overlook this situation.

Moreover, Uncle Wu is his landlord, and their relationship is quite good. Plus, Angie helped him with a small favor today.

Can’t catch that rich second generation, but someone must know where he is!

Chen Yan recalled hearing the conversation between Frank and the rich second generation at today’s party.

He changed direction on the road and returned to the apartment.

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After the doorbell rang for a while, the door was opened.

Frank stood inside the door, still holding his phone, clearly having just finished a call.

He glanced at Chen Yan standing outside the door, seemed a bit surprised, unfamiliar, but somewhat familiar.

A second later, Frank instinctively said: "You were at the party earlier..."

Couldn’t recognize the face, but the skin color was recognizable. There weren’t many Asians at the party.

Frank’s expression was very calm: "Something wrong? Or did you lose something, didn’t pick it up?"

Chen Yan glanced at Frank’s phone, the call had just ended.

Also, on one of his fingers hung a set of car keys!

"I’m a friend of Murray." Chen Yan’s tone was relaxed and friendly: "Murray invited me to hang out after the party, but that bastard drove off by himself, leaving me behind."

"So?" Frank seemed a little confused.

"Do you know where he went now?"

Frank frowned, a trace of caution appeared in his eyes as he looked at Chen Yan.

Don’t assume that muscular people have simple minds; in fact, quarterbacks like Frank are rarely of low intelligence.

The quarterback is the tactical core; someone with a bad brain can’t learn those complex sets of tactics.

"Murray that guy went..." Frank instinctively said half a sentence and then suddenly frowned: "Wait, you’re Murray’s friend, why haven’t I ever seen you, what’s your name?"

Chen Yan looked at the car keys hanging from the other’s finger: "Are you planning to go out?"

"It’s none of your business, I don’t know you, please leave immediately!" Frank pulled a face.

Chen Yan sighed: "See, I was planning to solve the problem the gentle way, but you don’t cooperate. Now I have to take a tougher approach."

This sentence changed Frank’s expression.

However, being a sports star, with a strong build, he immediately turned his face dark with a disdainful tone, reached out to push Chen Yan’s chest: "What the hell are you talking about..."

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking and before his hand touched Chen Yan’s chest, a force suddenly hit him, making him feel like his body was flying backward!

Bam!!

Frank fell on the floor of the apartment living room, hit so hard he couldn’t get up yet, seeing that this Asian man walked into his apartment, closed the door with his hand, and looked at him with a clearly unfriendly cold smile.

"Fuck!!"

Frank struggled to get up, then, before he was even steady, once again he was knocked down.

This time, his body smashed against the wall.

When landing, he felt his back hurt terribly!

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As a high school football star aspiring to enter the NFL, Frank is extremely familiar with the "collision" thing on the field! Although his position is a quarterback, whose most important tasks are running tactics and passing, and he’s not primarily responsible for collisions.

But those two hits just now made this star quarterback who dominated the high school football field feel like he was back in last season’s finals. Guarded tightly by the opposing midfield player, facing collisions throughout the game.

No, it’s more powerful! He just felt like he was hit by a car!

His over 200-pound weight seemed like an empty paper cup tossed out effortlessly!

Just those two hits, he felt like he was hit by Larry Allen! (One recognized as one of the strongest players in NFL history)

Chen Yan squatted down in front of Frank, took out a gun directly, pressing the muzzle against Frank’s forehead.

With this move, Frank immediately quieted down.

He took a deep breath, a chill ran through his heart, then slowly said: "Hey, buddy, I don’t want trouble!"

"I’m in a hurry, I need to know where Murray went now. You guys arranged at the party, to have fun afterward, and he’s handled some good stuff, hasn’t he?

You just need to tell me the meeting place - you have car keys in your hand, you’re planning to go out to meet up at the agreed place, right?"

"...Yes." Frank answered cautiously: "I’m not convenient to go with him... After all, I have some fame, still need to be a bit careful."

"Address." Chen Yan said coldly.

"If I tell you, will you leave? And won’t hurt me?"

Chen Yan smiled.

"Listen, sports star, I don’t like trouble either. I can tell you this matter has nothing to do with you, so you’d better not get yourself involved.

No matter what happens today, it has nothing to do with you, understand?

You give me the address, I turn around and leave. You can choose to report to the police after I leave, of course, I’d suggest you not to do that. Because you are a sports star, you surely wouldn’t want to involve yourself in negative news, would you."

"I won’t call the police, I can pretend you never came! I don’t want trouble either—Murray and I are not particularly good friends."

"Address." Chen Yan repeated once more.

This time Frank didn’t hesitate, he gave out an address.

Chen Yan noted it, just about to leave, suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Frank.

"Do you believe in religion?"

"Of course." Frank nodded.

"Make a vow."

"Huh?"

But Frank was smart after all, quickly said: "I swear I won’t call the police after you leave, and I won’t tell anyone about this, nor will I warn Murray, I swear, I swear to God."

"What if you break your vow?"

"?"

Frank was stunned again.

This time Chen Yan realized.

American vows are different from those of Dragon Country people.

In terms of content, Dragon Country people’s vows are more akin to a "curse," with clauses of what happens if the vow is violated.

Like dying poorly, being hit by a car, having children without butts, etc.

But American vows, just the vow itself, a simple "I swear to God" is sufficient.

Usually they don’t say what happens if violated—that’s closer to a curse.

Nonetheless, Frank understood Chen Yan’s implication, immediately said: "If I’m lying, then let me... let me be injured, unable to be a professional player!"

Given Frank’s career and identity, this curse is quite sincere.

Chen Yan nodded, satisfied.

Then, he got up and left.

"If you trick me, I’ll come back for you, even if I don’t, my friends will come for you."

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