Multiple Ultimates and Perfect Digimon came to reality to fight, and the battlefield was even in a building.

Even if the alien space system is turned on and the company building is saved, the lower-level employees and even customers who were the first to escape the danger will spread the news of the disaster here.

Then of course, the reporters would be the ones arriving faster than the police.

These guys are still restrained on the surface, but they stop acting completely when they go to a foreign land.

Space jumps, body strengthening source energy, mechanical modification of prosthetic bodies...the different methods all point to one goal - to report big news earlier and faster!

So Omo was able to see the photo of BattleGreymon and Armordramon against Mugendramon, Gundramon, and SteelGarurumon on the light screen.

It also has the unique grainy texture of reconstruction magic.

That’s right, among this group of reporters, some even learned the magic of reconstruction in order to make news!

The advanced skills that can reproduce the time and space scenes require a strong body and magic power reserves that can withstand the pressure of time and space - why do you want to be a reporter if you are so awesome? Wouldn't it be better to apply for the task force to be an honorary facilitator?

When you meet such a guy for the first time, it will be difficult to restrain your desire to complain, but for the citizens of Jiemen District, the surprise should have been over.

At the moment, Omer would only look at the freshest reports and look around with serious eyes.

Even when I saw words such as 'Yugell Company is under review', 'Ruixing Mercenary Group announced its disbandment', 'Revealing the secret industry of Yugel Company', etc., I did not relax until the end.

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The business of Yugel Company was completely frozen and put under review. Gray Crow Office was reported on. The popularity of Golden Armored Dragon Beast occupied a considerable amount of space. Miss Aimei Aiba, who is slightly popular in the digital circle, can also be regarded as in the real field.

Emerge.

There was no mention of Omer and Sunday Serenity, who were secretly behind Chen Cang, but a few minutes later a statement from the URA Association appeared.

The situation of several horse girls was mentioned, and the legal procedures of Yugel Company were recognized, but the dissatisfaction of the horse girls' families was also expressed, and an "advice" was issued to Yugel Company that "it is not recommended to continue like this."

Next, Yugel Company will have to face the impact of public opinion from fans of horse racing girls. Although there is a slight lack of popularity among those horse girls, because none of them are G1 level, the pace is still enough to drink a pot.

Isn't that how it is to make a few billions in a few minutes? Omo was right when he told the chairman that he could make the company lose several billions in a few minutes.

And if it continues, the losses will be even greater.

"We haven't been mentioned yet, but that will happen sooner or later."

Looking away from the light screen, Omo glanced at the wooden roof above his head, and then looked at the Sunday Serenity brewing coffee in front of the counter.

He was in a coffee shop in the South District of Foreign Land, and it was a very good coffee shop.

The original wood decoration, rattan decoration, warm tones are accompanied by the strong aroma of coffee, and... the pricing makes Omo feel uncomfortable.

A wallet is a dead thing, it doesn't scream.

But Homa's heart will tremble.

Looking at the guests sitting in front of the tables and chairs made of parasols outside the door, one could see from their clothes and conversation that they were either rich or noble, and Omer felt that he had "stuck into the upper-class social scene".

Rather than the coffee itself, this place seems to be more about providing a platform.

A platform that allows big shots to relax for a short time - in this remote place, there are no cameras, no records, and no staring eyes. Only their special cars prove their specialness.

Not talking about business seems to be the unspoken rule here.

They chat here, read newspapers, watch videos, and even play games. They also drink delicious coffee and enjoy the tranquility and rare communication and care.

The black-haired horse girl said that this shop belonged to her, and she also had shops like this in many places.

This can't help but make Omer reconsider the other party's economic strength and social influence in certain fields.

Then he became even more uncomfortable.

After all, the commission has been completed, but he was invited here by the other party.

It is true that more than one person invited him at that time. The director of Gray Crow Office and Ami Aiba both wanted to invite him for a chat.

The former may be for business, but the latter is just to reminisce about old times.

Hmm? Reminiscing about the past? Is there anything to reminisce about?

Homais, who completely denied that it happened, simply brushed it off, but he had some thoughts about the invitation from Gray Crow Agency.

As both a traveler and a traveler, it is always good to have opportunities to communicate. However, when Ning Jing also sent him an address on Sunday and asked him to come over, Omer weighed it and went to the latter's appointment.

Although the commission is over, the matter is not. Gray Crow Office can visit later, but this is the first time for Sunday Serenity's invitation.

As long as that original classroom meeting is not included.

Homais was curious about what she would reveal and what trouble she would cause.

Since the mercenaries have started their own businesses, their perspective on trouble should also be changed.

Is trouble not an opportunity?

When he was thinking this, he obviously didn't expect that the location would be such a coffee shop.

Among the rows of cool machines and mounts at the door, the Beta motorcycle summoned by Omer didn't seem special at all.

Does this count as mawei or what?

Omo, who was as calm as possible, stepped into the coffee shop and saw Sunday Serenity washing cups, and realized that he might have been thinking too much.

She looked very relaxed, so relaxed that she could hum to something in a low voice while washing the cups. Even more than ten seconds after he sat down, the waiter paid attention to this before she did.

Just think of it as a certain customer. There are many customers in this coffee shop. They prefer the lazy colors and cool air conditioning in the house to the air outside.

Everyone here is very relaxed. In such an atmosphere, it is difficult to think about scrutinizing others. There is no way to show off one's power. Omo also activated the terminal and counted the time while checking the news.

The afternoon was almost over, but there was still some time before dinner. From the foreign land to the surface, there was plenty of time. He was just planning the time to go home, buy groceries and cook, and promise to meet the current trainer of Da Shock.

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It was very good. I sent the former trainer to the station in the afternoon and went to meet the current trainer in the evening. Omo's actions were very efficient.

As for buying food and cooking... I was originally prepared for a fierce battle, but in the end I bypassed the strong enemy. There was no hands-on part, so I wasn't very hungry, so there was no need to go to the buffet for surgery.

Saving money was good news, but when he saw the price of drinks here, he just wanted to drink ice lemonade.

But when I looked back and saw the tranquility of Sunday when he came, I still made him some coffee.

"It won't matter if you mention it. You are the only one who would be troubled by this kind of thing, right?"

He was not dissatisfied when he noticed that the other party had arrived but did not say hello. On Sunday, Ning Jing was busy at the counter with several other employees in the store.

The staff were also horse girls, but it was difficult for Omo to judge whether they had been in the competition from their actions of brewing coffee. All he could be sure of was their professionalism when making drinks.

And they don't care at all that the boss is busy with them, and they don't even care about the customers chatting with the boss.

"I'm prepared to be approached by reporters, but it can't be in front of someone else's company."

"Is it ok just at the door of Teresen?" Zhou Jingjing asked, putting two cups of coffee on the table.

Movements are gentle and smooth.

Omer felt that this coffee shop might have some kind of halo effect, rather than just being a decoration.

Even the shop owner can't escape the aura of the atmosphere here. He is no longer impatient and has a bad face.

"As long as it's not a crime scene," Omer looked down at the coffee in front of him, then glanced at the menu hanging on the edge of the table, "I have some doubts that this cup of coffee can kill my wallet."

"Is this what a young man would say to a young man who just bought a downtown storefront and immediately contacted him for a renovation?"

Okay, I'm back, everything is back again, the familiar sharpness made Omer feel a little more at ease, and he looked at the shoe drawing in the coffee that was done by the other party himself.

"After this step of investigation, you shouldn't have the illusion of a young master, right?" He said, without raising his head, "I am just a worker, and I am just lucky enough to be able to work for myself when I open a firm."

"Okay, stop staring. I'm asking you for a tip." Sunday Jingping said helplessly.

Although I have no doubts about my skills, I am still a little uneasy when being stared at by someone for such a long time.

She had heard from her sister about this guy's obsession with black coffee, and she also knew that he had some discerning tastes.

But she didn't come here to ask for recognition of her craftsmanship, so what she brewed wasn't even black coffee, but the concentrated latte art that she was better at. Now she just hoped that the other party wouldn't keep staring at the coffee, or drink it quickly.

So she listened to the other person say: "Then I will be disrespectful."

Then the guy picked up the spoon on the side and stirred the coffee.

"?" Zhou Ningping frowned, "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"Yes, slightly." He picked up the spoon and put it aside, then took the coffee and drank it. Omo praised it without hesitation, "The flavor is very good, enough for me to post a post to praise it, but considering the consumption level here, I

It’s better to give it up.”

"Excuse me, are you really here to drink coffee?" He said so, but Sunday Quiet still didn't do much to hide the raised corners of his mouth.

"If it's serious business, I have to ask you about the original intention of your invitation."

"My original intention...I didn't want to tell you at first."

This can be considered a frank statement, because the commission is over, and the people sitting here are no longer the client and the mercenary, but just two acquaintances.

Or maybe they are two people who met because of the Manchester City Teahouse.

From beginning to end, I couldn't even make friends.

So Omer can speak frankly without thinking too much:

"I understand, you have a lot of reservations about me."

"I won't say that it's better for you to know better. I just think that we have different positions." Zhou Jingjing picked up the coffee. Her coffee latte art was a kitten, just like the coffee cup pattern of her classmates.

, "Even if you are a mercenary, you are also Treson's trainer, right? And you are from the central government."

"My sister is also a student of Teresin Central."

"That's the point. Why do you think I kept certain things from her?"

"And now?" Homais skipped over the differences between the two sisters.

They drank coffee, not wine, but perhaps wine could not paralyze a spirit between life and death.

"Now? Now there is an old guy who is optimistic about you, but I hope you can continue to be Trayson's trainer by Teahouse's side."

As she spoke, she drank all her coffee.

"As a mercenary, it doesn't matter what case you encounter or create, but don't get involved in their affairs, and don't change your mind about horse racing girls."

Omo looked at the little white left in the cup and looked up at her: "I thought you didn't have a good impression of trainers."

"Indeed, there is no such thing, but Kaza and Arisuko are different from me."

It's different...I wouldn't even think so...

Omo nodded: "Maybe so."

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it," I heard Omer's noncommittal, Sunday's quiet patience, "but I hope you can take note of this advice."

"You are indeed very efficient and very capable, but if you develop like this, you will get stuck in the quagmire. Like today's actions, I don't want you to end up like Master Dongzi."

After hearing what he said, Omer picked up the cup and wiped out the rest: "Is this right for a sister who is a tea host?"

"Yes." Facing his light brown gaze, Sunday's tranquil golden eyes were as tranquil as their name.

This is her rare sincerity. Not only her client recognized the other party, but she also felt that there should be such a person beside the teahouse.

But Omo hoped she would say she was here, but forget it, he had no intention of expecting the other party to have the consciousness to save himself.

People who often stay in the quagmire are probably used to it and have never thought about getting out.

"I will keep it in mind, and then... there should be nothing else?" Homare stood up.

"there is none left."

He was in a hurry to leave as if the deal had broken down, but looking at his expression peacefully on Sunday, he didn't notice any dissatisfaction or disappointment.

"Then I should thank you for the hospitality and go back to buy groceries," he said, waving his hand, "See you later."

"Don't you ask who that old guy is?" There was indeed something left unsaid. It wasn't the main point, but if the conversation was unpleasant, she would use it as a weight to increase the intensity of her words.

Now it was no longer needed, but the other party seemed to have forgotten and didn't mention it at all, but she couldn't help but remind the teacher not to forget to assign homework.

"Although there are many big figures these days who can express opinions on horse racing girls, there is only one who can stand behind you, right? I guess."

Omer said, shaking his head: "I really didn't plan to contact you so early, so I said, keep it in mind and see you later."

He smiled and waved, picked up his briefcase and walked out of the store.

Then he passed by a woman wearing a big round hat, a mask and sunglasses.

"..." Stopping and looking back, looking at the long brown hair that could not be covered by the big round hat of the person who stepped into the store, Omo laughed dumbly and turned around again to go to where his motorcycle was.

Sunday Jingjing, who was putting away two coffee cups, heard a sentence before he took two steps: "If you had come two minutes earlier like me and listened to the conversation between him and Dongzi, you wouldn't have done those meaningless things."

Warning, little tranquility."

Seeing the visitor take off his sunglasses and hat, Sunday's quiet face showed the same dissatisfaction as before: "You came uninvited and eavesdropped on the conversation, get out!"

"Hey, hey, why did you come here uninvited? It was clear that the person who met you had a share in it when you were there!"
Chapter completed!