Shinra Tensei, Bansho Tenin?
Not bad at all!
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but nod to himself, quite satisfied with this reward.
Not only was it powerful, but it also had an immediate boost in prestige.
It's worth mentioning here that Shinra Tensei, Bansho Tenin isn't just about repelling and attracting people; it's much more complex than that.
That was merely the most basic and superficial application of the technique, and also Tendo Pain's most common method of use.
But in fact, Shinra Tensei, Bansho Tenin has more advanced and precise applications.
For example, during Nagato's attack on Konoha, in the final battle between Tendo Pain and Naruto.
Tendo Pain could form a protective layer with Shinra Tensei, completely enveloping himself.
He repelled all of Naruto's tailed beast energy attacks.
He could also condense the repulsive force into a blade-like state for cutting attacks.
At the same time, he could lift building-sized rocks to suppress Naruto.
From various manifestations, Shinra Tensei, Bansho Tenin is actually very similar to telekinesis.
This means that in addition to using feathers for shooting, Zhou Cheng also gained energy attack methods!
Next.
Zhou Cheng, eager to try, immediately began an enthusiastic experiment.
He gently waved his hand towards his surroundings, and an invisible force was released.
Buzz!
The surrounding sofas, cabinets, refrigerators, coffee tables, and other furniture all floated before him!
And with Zhou Cheng's gentle wave, they began to flip and move around Zhou Cheng.
It wasn't just about being pushed away or pulled closer.
Instead, they moved freely, 360 degrees, according to Zhou Cheng's will.
It was entirely a display of telekinesis.
"Good!"
"Very good."
Zhou Cheng couldn't have been more satisfied.
He waved his hand again, and the floating furniture gently "landed" on the ground.
Then Zhou Cheng waved his hand towards the kitchen.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Several dining knives flew up with it.
Zhou Cheng then pointed a finger.
Swish, swish, swish!
The dining knives all transformed into flying daggers, shooting in the direction Zhou Cheng pointed.
Just as the flying daggers were about to hit the door, Zhou Cheng controlled them with Shinra Tensei again.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The dining knives obeyed his command instantly, stopping mid-air in unison.
"Haha, it's just like Scarlet Witch's magic."
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but laugh.
After enthusiastically experimenting with Shinra Tensei, Zhou Cheng sat back down on the sofa.
He began to make some calculations.
Half a month ago, he had Xiao Jian Jian take on the task of killing Satan.
Now, calculating the time, it was almost time to reel in the net.
"Wade!"
Zhou Cheng didn't hesitate much, picked up his phone, and contacted Wade Wilson.
He asked him to arrange a time and place to meet with the mastermind behind the bounty on Satan's head.
Because Satan had already been killed by Zhou Cheng!
"Zhou, everything is arranged."
Although Xiao Jian Jian was quite a rascal, he was very reliable in handling matters.
In about two hours, he had everything sorted out.
The other party told Zhou Cheng the exact time and place for the meeting.
"But Zhou, you're not going to tell me you really killed Satan, are you?"
Wade Wilson's voice followed, full of surprise and curiosity.
"What do you think?"
Zhou Cheng merely retorted meaningfully, without explaining anything further to the other party.
Wade Wilson also showed the good professionalism of a mercenary and did not ask any more questions.
"Oh, right, Wade, do one more thing for me."
After some thought, Zhou Cheng made another request to Wade Wilson.
The other party agreed without hesitation.
So what then?
Just go about your business as if nothing had happened.
There was nothing to do.
Or rather, the only thing to do was to wait for nightfall.
...
One o'clock in the morning.
Hell's Kitchen.
In front of an abandoned building.
A place normally deserted, where even homeless people wouldn't venture, now had two rows of black cars parked.
In front of those two rows of cars, there was also a group of burly men in suits, standing like javelins.
Anyone with a discerning eye would notice that these big men were not ordinary people; they had all undergone professional combat training.
Their waists were also bulging, clearly indicating they were carrying weapons.
And at the very front of these big men stood a middle-aged man wearing glasses, looking very refined.
Without a doubt.
This middle-aged man, who seemed out of place with the atmosphere, was the one giving orders here.
This person was none other than Kingpin's number one confidant, Wesley.
"Do you really think Satan was killed?"
In the quiet night.
A bald man beside Wesley spoke, breaking the silence.
Ever since Satan had been active in Hell's Kitchen, causing a lot of trouble, Wesley had naturally been ordered to investigate him.
According to intelligence.
That guy had a pair of wings that allowed him to fly, and he could also shoot feathers from his wings to injure people.
He was very formidable.
That was not a character that ordinary people could handle.
"That's exactly what we need to figure out next, isn't it?"
Wesley pushed his glasses, saying expressionlessly.
The bald man nodded and said no more.
Swish!
Just then, a flash of light passed by.
Wesley and the others all perked up; the mercenary who took the bounty had arrived!
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
The next moment.
Under the gaze of Wesley and the others, a black car slowly stopped in front of them.
The car door opened.
A young Asian face appeared in everyone's sight.
Without a doubt, it was naturally Zhou Cheng.
Swish, swish, swish!
All eyes were fixed on Zhou Cheng.
This person was the mercenary who killed Satan?
He didn't look like it at all.
With that small build, that yellow-skinned monkey, did he have the ability?
"This is... Kingpin's subordinate!"
While Wesley and the others observed Zhou Cheng, Zhou Cheng did the same.
He remained calm on the surface, but immediately noticed Wesley.
Although he couldn't recall his name, Zhou Cheng still had an impression that the man with glasses was Kingpin's confidant.
So, it seemed Kingpin was indeed the one who put a bounty on his head.
This was consistent with Wade Wilson's earlier intelligence.
"Where's the money?"
These thoughts quickly flashed through Zhou Cheng's mind, and he stopped wasting words, speaking sharply.
"Where's Satan?"
Wesley retorted just as sharply.
"In the trunk."
Zhou Cheng answered casually.
Wesley waved his hand at one of the big men beside him.
The man understood and immediately went to Zhou Cheng's car, intending to open the trunk to check.
But Zhou Cheng reached out and held the trunk down.
"Where's the money?"
He stared intently at Wesley again.
Wesley then beckoned.
A big man came forward, carrying a black briefcase, and opened it in front of Zhou Cheng.
Inside were stacks of U.S. dollars.
Thanks to book friend 08a for the repeated donations, and thanks to Little Bean Magician for the donation.