[Sponsored] Chapter 60: Developing the Ability to Fly

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A woman's slightly husky voice seems to constantly entice men's nerves.

She possesses a unique charm.

Clearly, the only woman with such a voice could be Natasha.

Bi Xiao turned around and saw Natasha coming toward him, wearing a coat, a knitted sweater, ladies' jeans, and sneakers.

"You seem quite free? Shouldn't people in your profession be very busy?"

Bi Xiao glossed over the topic.

"Yes, I was supposed to be on vacation, but unexpectedly, I was still at home taking a bath in my newly purchased bathtub, thinking about going shopping for new clothes and cosmetics tomorrow. Unfortunately, a phone call woke me from this beautiful dream."

Natasha complained, her tone sounding like casual chatter between friends.

"Your efficiency is indeed very high."

Bi Xiao knew why she had come at this time.

However, he was not surprised; with an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., if their efficiency weren't high, they would be close to disbanding.

"You can't imagine the expression on my face when I heard the news, Shaw. I thought you'd stay quiet for a while."

Natasha stood in front of Bi Xiao, looked him over, and affirmed the surrounding environment: "This is a good place to retire, the environment is very nice, very quiet."

"So, you don't want to invite me to see your new home?"

"I don't think we are that familiar, Natasha."

"Ha, I thought we were friends? Saying that kind of hurts a lady's feelings, it's very ungentlemanly."

Natasha made a sad expression.

It indeed made her look pitiful.

But Bi Xiao didn't fall for it, he straightforwardly said, "You know I'm not a man of many words. Whatever you want to know, you'll have to find out in other ways. I don't have the leisure to explain."

After saying this, Bi Xiao turned and walked towards his car.

Leaving a helpless Natasha behind.

Watching Bi Xiao drive into the garage and the lights in the apartment come on, Natasha shook her head slightly, turned around, and left, pulling out her phone: "Hey, BOSS, I failed."

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It seems he doesn't completely consider you a friend, Natasha."

"Getting into his heart isn't that easy, BOSS. He has completely closed himself off from everyone in this world, maintaining suspicion and distance."

"Then let's keep it that way. We've found two other eyewitness clues. I think they can give us a satisfactory response."

"OK, don't tell me, I'm still on vacation."

Natasha hung up the phone, walked to the roadside, opened the door of a McLaren sports car, and drove away into the night.

Inside the house, Bi Xiao, wearing a sweater and holding a coffee, watched the disappearing sports car through the window.

"Did you find Blade and that old man?"

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On the West Coast in a repair shop, Blade, shirtless, sat in a chair while Whistler was helping him treat some troublesome wounds.

With a trace of fresh blood on his lips and an empty blood bag on the metal table beside him, Blade had clearly just had a meal.

"With your healing abilities, you should be fully healed in about two days."

Finally, Whistler finished treating Blade's wounds, patted his shoulder causing a sharp pain due to the wound there, but the tough man didn't utter a sound, straightening up.

He turned his head towards the direction of the garage door, and at that moment, Whistler also became aware.

He turned to look at the surveillance computer next to him and saw several black SUVs parked outside the garage, a group of people stepping out, all armed, though they did not draw their weapons.

It was hard to tell if they were enemies.

The cautious old hunter slowly retreated into the shadows, while Blade stood up unhurriedly, put on a T-shirt that was hanging on a nearby rack, and walked up to the men.

The group entered as the roller door was opened.

The leader was a middle-aged white man, who approached Blade and extended his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Eric, we are from a special government agency here to investigate an incident that occurred thirty kilometers west of New York."

"If possible, we would like your cooperation in our investigation."

The man spoke politely, without any aggressive tendencies.

Blade glanced at the man's hand and chose not to shake it, just looking coldly at the man in front of him.

"What do you want to know?"

"You may not be aware, but we have been keeping an eye on you, Blade..."

The man smiled.

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It's another beautiful day, sunny though the temperature had dropped, but Bi Xiao, with his physical condition, felt no discomfort from the cold.

Waking up from sleep, he prepared himself some breakfast.

He had bought noodles, condiments, and frozen dumplings from a shop in Chinatown.

He made a tomato and egg noodle dish, fried dumplings, and a sandwich, and happily started eating.

After clearing a Dungeon named Blood God, Bi Xiao planned to take a month off, at least until the jet delivery. Last night, he had transferred eighty million dollars as a deposit to Hank's account through the personal banking services of two vampire elders; the rest of the money would be transferred after the jet was delivered.

With the memories of two vampire elders, dealing with bank staff was easy.

This month, he would spend time honing his newly gained powers and magic, and also working on unlocking his ability to fly.

After breakfast and cleaning up, he drove to an uninhabited area outside New York.

This was a large nature area with forests and a lake, very scenic. The car was loaded with camping and barbecue equipment.

He planned to stay here for two days.

Finding a nice spot by the lake, he parked the car, set up the tent, and after arranging everything, he stood by the lake and started his first attempt.

Flying, always the most coveted ability.

Some might fear heights, but others would wish to soar through the skies with wings, and Bi Xiao was no different.

He had no fear of heights, as his physical condition meant even falling from tens of thousands of feet wouldn't kill him.