When he returned to Hailong Community, Pang Xiaonan brought things to the kitchen with a lot of bags and said to Zhang Yao: "You buy so much food, but don't expect me to cook for you every day. I'm very busy and rarely go home. Today is your coincidence."

"If you don't cook for me every day, then you can finish all these dishes for me at once today!" Zhang Yao looked at Pang Xiaonan with a smile, holding a popsicle in her hand and licking it, "Otherwise it would be a waste to put it in the refrigerator."

Pang Xiaonan put the dishes on the table decadently, thinking that Zhang Yao really regarded him as his servant. He turned around and said to Zhang Yao in anger: "Okay, I will finish these dishes at once today to let you have enough food!"

After all, Pang Xiaonan couldn't finish all the dishes, because the two of them couldn't eat much after all, and it would be a waste to cook too much. Pang Xiaonan only cooked 5 dishes in total, including braised fish cubes, cold snails, wild vegetable salad, stuffed tofu, and borscht. He cooked a pot of rice. It took less than an hour before the meal was on the table.

"Wow, it's so hearty!" Zhang Yao had the first time eating such a combination of meat and vegetables, and gave Pang Xiaonan a thumbs up, "It turns out that you can not only cook Chinese dishes, but also cook foreign dishes."

"Now global integration, there is no distinction between China and foreign countries. Just eat it." Pang Xiaonan ignored Zhang Yao's fuss and made a bowl of borscht himself and started drinking it.

"Do you have a little gentlemanly demeanor? You won't make me a bowl of soup!" Zhang Yao looked at Pang Xiaonan angrily. She had already put chopsticks in her hand and picked up a piece of braised fish and started eating.

"Damn, I prepared the meal for you, and the dishes were served on the table. You also want me to serve you for dinner. How can you marry a woman like you who is lazy and delicious in the future!" Pang Xiaonan sipped the soup while not forgetting to harm this spoiled daughter.

"Hmph! The people who want to marry me are queued up for a few kilometers, and it's not your turn!" Zhang Yao chewed the fish pieces hard and retorted to Pang Xiaonan.

"It's better not my turn. You should find a rich young master to marry, so that you can delicacies every day!" Pang Xiaonan bypassed someone. He knew that Zhang Yao didn't like young master, so he insisted on pushing her to young master.

"Oh," Zhang Yao suddenly felt a little sad, stopped chopsticks and sat straight, "Now this young man is almost breaking the threshold of my house, and my parents always urge me to go back. What should I do?" After that, she looked at Pang Xiaonan with a gaze, hoping that Pang Xiaonan could give her an idea.

Pang Xiaonan is most afraid of such a scene. It is easy to argue with fighting, but he is afraid that the girl will look innocent to him. He quickly changed the subject and said, "You said in the morning that Nangong Jim had found a killer to deal with me, and what the situation is."

When he heard Pang Xiaonan mention the killer, Zhang Yao became serious and said seriously: "This matter is probably true. You humiliated him several times in a row and extorted millions from him. He holds a grudge and will definitely take revenge. I heard from the woman around him that he has spent a lot of money to hire a top killer to take your life."

"What kind of killer?" Pang Xiaonan was deeply touched by Nangong Jim's petty heart. He believed that the killer hired by Nangong Jim this time must be fierce and powerful, at least more powerful than the Bharat killer who was at the top of the martial arts last time, so it would be difficult to deal with.

"It is said that he is the top killer on the killer rankings," Zhang Yao frowned, with a lot of worries on her face. "I don't know what the killer rankings are, but it's definitely not simple. This time, Jim Nangong is determined to win and wants to kill you."

Pang Xiaonan's movements of drinking soup slowed down, and he also felt the seriousness of the problem this time. He was still confident of dealing with the bare-handed gangsters, but if he met those desperate people who made a living by killing, he would lose the confidence to win.

"When did you get this news?" Pang Xiaonan wanted to determine the time when the danger came and make complete preparations.

"I heard about it two days ago. I sent you a message as soon as I heard about it, but you didn't reply to me." Zhang Yao didn't eat, waiting for Pang Xiaonan's reaction.

"Well, then I'm going to start preparing well." Pang Xiaonan thought that what should come will always come. This time, I can't give Nangong Jim the chance to call for foreign aid, otherwise I'd be able to deal with it endlessly, and I don't know when it will be the end.

The only way seems to be to uproot the Nangong family and let them never have a chance to turn things around.

"Do you want me to come forward and help you solve this problem?" Zhang Yao looked at Pang Xiaonan sincerely. After all, he was bringing Pang Xiaonan into a dangerous situation again and again.

"Why do you come forward?" Pang Xiaonan served a bowl of rice and handed it to Zhang Yao. "If you promise to marry Nangong Jim, he might give up. No, even if you marry Nangong Jim, he will regard me as a thorn in his side and will still find an opportunity to destroy me. After all, I am his rival in love."

Pang Xiaonan’s analysis is correct. With Nangong Jim’s vindictive character, no matter what Zhang Yao does, he will not let him go.

"I can compromise with my family," Zhang Yao finally said the final plan. "With my family's influence, it is still very sure that it will be unfavorable to you to organize Jim Nangong."

"Forget it," Pang Xiaonan waved his hand, "I'm not used to relying on women, don't worry. This time, I will definitely not be able to teach Nangong Jim a lesson, so I will save him the chance to cause trouble for me."

"What are you going to do?" Although Zhang Yao was very confident in Pang Xiaonan's kung fu, this time Nangong Jim used the top killer on the killer ranking list. The other person was in the dark and Pang Xiaonan was in the dark. If the other party had advanced weapons, Pang Xiaonan would be in danger.

"I plan," Pang Xiaonan also served a bowl of rice for himself. After thinking for a while, he looked up at Zhang Yao, "I plan to buy a handy weapon, so that no matter whether the other party is bare-handed or carrying a weapon, such as carrying a gun, I can also have a weapon to fight back."

"Are you going to buy a gun?" Zhang Yao widened her eyes, because it was indeed a good idea to bring a gun on her body to defend herself, "Do you have a gun license?"

In China, you need to have a gun license to buy a gun. Zhang Yao has never seen Pang Xiaonan play with a gun. She thought to herself that Pang Xiaonan definitely does not have a gun license, "Can you play with a gun?"

"Haha, I can't learn it," Pang Xiaonan picked up a piece of tofu into a bowl and began to taste the food carefully. "Firing a gun is not a very complicated thing, it's easier than our quantum mechanics." He didn't want to tell Zhang Yao that he was already a senior employee of the Black Mamba and had just closed the training for so many days. What gun he can't play?

"Okay, if there is any difficulty in getting a gun license, I'll find a way." This is the best way Zhang Yao can think of to help Pang Xiaonan deal with gunmen.

"Okay, have a meal." Pang Xiaonan made a secret decision in his heart, stopped discussing the killer's matter with Zhang Yao, and began to concentrate on eating.

After dinner, he sent Zhang Yao away. Pang Xiaonan called Bei Dajun, "Old Bei, can we get a gun when we don't go on a mission?" Pang Xiaonan thought to himself that as a member of the Black Mamba, there are so many ready-made pistols in the Black Mamba's armory, why not just ask the organization to apply for one?

"No," unfortunately Bei Dajun's answer was firm, "Black Mamba's weapons will only be equipped when they go on missions. This is something that must be followed by gun management regulations."

"Oh, that's right." Pang Xiaonan was a little disappointed. His wish to use a free pistol was emptied.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Bei Dajun expected that Pang Xiaonan must be in danger of his life, so he made this request to him.

"I'm afraid someone will assassinate me just in case." Pang Xiaonan did not hide it and told me that someone had hired a killer to kill him.

"That's it," Bei Dajun pondered for a moment and gave Pang Xiaonan an idea, "If you need guns, I can introduce you to a place to buy them, but I suggest you don't bring guns on your body."

"Why?" Pang Xiaonan felt that as the chief instructor of Black Mamba, Bei Dajun must have some valuable opinions to refer to.

"It's very simple. The guns are not easy to carry and are easily exposed." Bei Dajun pointed out the shortcomings of carrying a gun incisively. "When you watch the bodyguards in the movies, they will try their best to hide their weapons. You, a student, are you swaggering with guns. Isn't it too obvious? Even if someone wants to kill you, you will attack when you don't have weapons in your hands."

"Then can I prepare a gun at home? If the killer runs to my house and attacks me, I will be more prepared." Pang Xiaonan is worried that he will also protect Xiong Junjun or guests who come to his house at home, such as Zhao Sijiajia, and it is safer to have a gun.

"Please, you live in Hailong Community," Bei Dajun said disapprovingly, "Don't talk about killers, it's not easy for a mosquito to fly in. Have you forgotten who you live next door?" Hailong Community is the community with the strongest security in Huahai City, otherwise there wouldn't be so many important political and business personnel living here.

"No matter how safe the community is, there will be loopholes. What if the killer dives from the sea? What if he skydivers from the sky? What if he disguises himself as a staff member and sneaks in?" Pang Xiaonan has a rich imagination. He saw those professional killers in the movie, and there are 100 ways to get close to you.

"If they attack you in this way, it must be difficult to carry weapons, right?" Bei Dajun's analysis made sense. Pang Xiaonan was watching movies, and in reality, it was much more complicated, such as diving over, what if the weapon entered the water? "Besides, even if a killer ran to your community to harm you, don't you still have solid doors and windows? With your skills, you can react."

"Then what suggestions do you have?" Pang Xiaonan saw that Bei Dajun did not recommend preparing firearms himself, and thought to himself that you must have a better way.

"I suggest you to build some hidden weapons, which are much more practical than guns." Bei Dajun is worthy of being the chief instructor of Hei Mamba. Although he is familiar with the advantages of various types of guns, he is not superstitious about guns and can also understand the advantages of hidden weapons.

"Dark weapons, what kind of hidden weapons, are they like flying knives?" Pang Xiaonan finally realized the final meaning of Bei Dajun.

"That's right, think about it, with your skills, is playing a flying knife the same as playing a gun? It's just about winning with fast weapons." Bei Dajun analyzed it with great importance, "More importantly, it's easy to carry the flying knife. You can hide it on your belt, hide it in your pocket, and when you're fine, you can take it out and cut fruit, cut nails, and trim your leg hair..."

"Damn, you are asking you for weapons. Can you be more serious?" Pang Xiaonan was annoyed by Bei Dajun's imagination.

"Anyway, that's what I mean. Hidden weapons are more convenient than guns, and their lethality is almost the same for you." Bei Dajun stopped joking and said seriously, "As for whether you want to choose a gun or a hidden weapon, it's your own business. If you want to buy a gun, I can introduce you. If you want to create a hidden weapon, I have a place."

"Okay, I'll think about it first." Pang Xiaonan hung up the phone and seriously thought about Bei Dajun's suggestions.

He first came to the kitchen and found a fruit knife. He picked up the fruit knife and gestured, "Well, this knife is a little longer, try the effect with it first."

Pang Xiaonan took another apple out of the refrigerator, and then he entered the practice room with a fruit knife and apple.

Pang Xiaonan placed the apple on the backrest of the bench, and the backrest was a little tilted. He had done a lot of effort to ensure that the apple did not fall from the upper end of the backrest.

After setting the apple, he walked ten meters away, staring at the apple without blinking, holding the hilt of the fruit knife in his right hand, concentrating his energy. After taking a few breaths, suddenly his right hand waved forward with lightning speed, and the fruit knife flew towards the apple like an arrow leaving the string.

"Puff!" The fruit knife penetrated deeply into the bench, and the apple fell down due to the vibration of the chair, hitting heavily on the ground, causing a scar.

"Damn, I didn't aim!" Pang Xiaonan walked to the bench regretfully, pulled out the fruit knife, and then bent down to pick up the apple.

The apple was a little rotten, but overall it was still intact. Pang Xiaonan put the apples in great painstaking effort on the backrest of the bench. It was not until the apples were motionless that Pang Xiaonan returned to the place where he threw the fruit knife for the first time.

This time he didn't dare to be careless. He stared at the apple for half a minute, and injected spiritual power into the fruit knife with his hands, and activated his spiritual consciousness to cover the apple.

Pang Xiaonan used his spiritual sense to feel the position of the apple, and then he closed his eyes. Suddenly, he struggled with his eyes, quickly raised his right hand, swung out the fruit knife, and finished it in one go.

The fruit knife was like a meteor, flying towards the apple like an eye-catching one. With a "pop", the fruit knife hit the apple. The apple was broken by the fruit knife, and the juice was splashed everywhere.

"I've won!" Pang Xiaonan was a little excited. It was the first time he played this flying knife. He didn't expect to hit the target twice, and he didn't aim, and he relied entirely on the sensing of his spiritual consciousness.

Pang Xiaonan walked over and checked the apple residue on the ground. He found that the hit apple was split completely, unlike being cut by a fruit knife, as if it was similar to being hit by a bullet. "It seems that this move is still powerful. With my current skills and the blessing of spiritual power, if you have this effect on an apple, then it should be similar to the power when hitting a person."

Pang Xiaonan picked up the fruit knife again, and the knife was still the same knife. However, due to the powerful impact, although it hit the apple, it hurt the apple so badly, killing ten thousand people and causing it to hurt seven thousand. The blade was a little curved. "It seems that this fruit knife is not a good choice as a flying knife. If you make a hidden weapon, you must use harder materials."

Pang Xiaonan swept the apple residue into the trash can, sat on the bench with a fruit knife, thinking about what materials to use to make a hidden weapon, that is, a flying knife. Bei Dajun was right. If there were a few small flying knives that were handy, it would be more convenient than bringing a gun on his body, and it would be more unexpected and better to deal with the enemy.

"Iron skin is not good," Pang Xiaonan looked at the fruit knife in his hand. This is a blade made of stainless steel, and it is still vulnerable. "Silver is softer and even worse. If steel is not good, other metal materials are not good, so we can only use alloys. But where can I find this alloy? I don't understand the principle of metal synthesis."

Pang Xiaonan leaned back on the back of the chair, looked up at the ceiling, and thought about the interpersonal relationships he knew that could understand materials.

Suddenly, he remembered that there was a big stone on the second floor. "By the way, the spirit stone can be used!" Pang Xiaonan snapped his fingers excitedly, then jumped up, rushed to the second floor, and dragged the large spirit stone out from under the bed in his bedroom.

Wherever the palm touched, the surging spiritual power poured into Pang Xiaonan's fingertips, making him feel extremely spirit. "Yes, just use the spirit stone to create a flying knife! This spirit stone is not only hard enough, but also has sufficient spiritual power. It can achieve accurate communication with my spiritual power, and it can hit the target more accurately."

He did it right away. Pang Xiaonan found a chainsaw, plugged it in, and began to cut this huge spirit stone on the terrace on the second floor.

The chainsaw made a loud "sizzling" sound when it was cut on the spirit stone. Fortunately, it was not late at night, otherwise neighbors would complain.

After about ten minutes of cutting, one-third of the huge spirit stone was cut by Pang Xiaonan. Pang Xiaonan sat on the ground, picked up the one-third-sized spirit stone and looked at it. The black crystal inside was about the same size as the one he bought at the stone gambling conference. "Well, it's enough."

Pang Xiaonan sat up from the ground, took the cut spirit stone and walked to the sofa bench and sat down. He stroked the black crystal, felt the vigorous spiritual power, and was thinking in his mind: "There are materials, where can I go to hit the flying knife? Or try to polish it yourself?"

It was already late at this time, and little starlight was scattered on the terrace. The black crystals reflected a little charming light under the starlight. Pang Xiaonan was immersed in his eyes. Suddenly, he thought of someone, "Yes, try it out tomorrow."

The next morning, Pang Xiaonan was still sleeping and suddenly felt the door of his home open. This was because his spiritual consciousness was getting stronger and stronger during this period, and he was always worried that the killer hired by Nangong Jim would be assassinated by Zhang Yao, so he deliberately strengthened his defense against the surrounding aura fluctuations.

However, after his spiritual consciousness investigation, it was his old friend who came and Zhao Sijiajia came to practice.

Because he had been practicing with Zhao Sijiajia for a long time, Pang Xiaonan was more sensitive to Zhao Sijiajia's breath and sensing, and he was no longer sleepy, so he jumped up from the bed and walked downstairs with agile steps.

Pang Xiaonan just got down the stairs and happened to run into Zhao Sijiajia who was coming towards him.

Zhao Sijiajia came from the door. The stairs that Pang Xiaonan went down were exactly the right angle to the route she came, so the two of them collided with each other. Zhao Sijiajia was slightly stunned and then she set off her posture. Then she found that it was Pang Xiaonan, so she put away her posture and said curiously: "When did you come back?"

Pang Xiaonan touched his nose and said, "I came back last night."

"Hmph, don't you say anything to me when you come back?" Zhao Sijiajia had already complained about Pang Xiaonan's resignation. Now Pang Xiaonan doesn't say hello to him when he comes back. He really doesn't take himself seriously.

"Oh, I'm back and I have to meet you every morning, so what's there to say?" Pang Xiaonan ignored Zhao Sijiajia and walked straight to the kitchen to pour water to drink.

"What the hell are you doing?" Zhao Sijiajia followed Pang Xiaonan into the kitchen.

"What do you care about me for so much, is it a secret that I don't allow me to do?" Pang Xiaonan picked up a large cylindrical kettle from the table, poured a glass of water into his glass, and then drank the whole glass of water.

"You think I'm willing to care about you, hum, it's really boring to practice alone. If you don't come back, I don't want to come." Zhao Sijia leaned on the dining table, supported the table with both hands, and complained to Pang Xiaonan.

Pang Xiaonan turned his head to look at Zhao Sijiajia, "I'm so surprised. Are there anyone with you every day when you grow up so old? Most of the time, you still have to understand it yourself?"

"I have passed the stage of my understanding, and I just need someone to train!" Zhao Sijiajia straightened her chest and stared at Pang Xiaonan unreasonably. Although her breasts were not big, she was stronger and round, and she was obviously a martial artist.

"Okay, okay, practice with you, practice with you, let's go." Pang Xiaonan put one hand on Zhao Sijiajia's shoulder and pointed at the direction of the practice room with the other hand. He led Zhao Sijiajia to the place where he practiced without saying anything.

Zhao Sijia was hugged by Pang Xiaonan, and a strange feeling surged in her heart. She had never felt this feeling before. She only felt a little fever on her face, a little fluctuating in her heart, and a little rapid breathing.

Pang Xiaonan, however, seemed to hug Huang Minghu, and said while walking, "I said Jiajia, you haven't gone to class during this period, right? What are you doing at home every day? Are you bored?"

"What can I do? Practice in the morning, take a nap in the afternoon, read books and movies in the afternoon, and at night..." Zhao Sijiajia glanced at Pang Xiaonan and said in a faint voice, "Let's just look at the stars and be dazed at night."

"Look at the stars?" Pang Xiaonan looked at Zhao Sijiajia with confusion, and then gave a thumbs up, "This is the realm. It is worthy of being a big star. They have begun to observe the celestial phenomena at night to understand life. I want to learn from you too!"
Chapter completed!