The Strongest Gene - Chapter 769: It’s Like You Are Joking

I had to take him home and raise him. There was no bathtub or a large basin at home, so I had to put him in the washing machine for the time being.

It was an hour later before I remembered it again, by which he had been washed extremely clean.

- Description from Novelupdates

Su Yun crossed over and became a small anchor, suffering from lack of talent, he broadcasted live broadcasts of “hard training all kinds of unique skills” every day, wanting to make a living.

Such as: flying cards to cut flies; wooden swords to play table tennis; flying needles to shoot bulletproof glass;

On the first day of dawdling, Su Yun learned how to fly cards, and everyone thought he was here to make a joke.

On the fifth day, Su Yunfei split the cucumber, and everyone thought he had stopped here.

On the 30th day, Su Yun’s card cut through the stake ten meters away and killed the fly… After everyone was astonished, they all agreed that this was a special effect!

…

Until this day, Su Yun accidentally ran into a robber when he went out. He used cards to kill people, and the whole Internet was buzzing!

After a period of time, when Su Yun was accidentally exposed and received a summons from the police station to file a record, more of his skills were exposed one by one:

The light work of crossing the river with one reed!

The swordsmanship of splitting stones with one sword!

A flying needle comparable to bullet penetration…

Police: “Are you sure this is just an anchor? File it as an S-level file immediately!”

[There is no martial arts or cultivation world in this book, I am the only one in the book, and I am the only one in the world who comprehends evolution, it all depends on my talent]

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”