Mythological origin

"Hello, Mr. Mirage." Ding Man stretched out his hand habitually, preparing for a standard business communication start.

However, although Bai Mo's hand was also stretched out, it did not shake hands. Instead, it pointed at the three fingers above Fatty Ding's heart.

"Do you feel pain every few days before? But in the past few days, has it suddenly stopped hurting?" Bai Mo asked like a doctor.

Timon looked at the young man in front of him doubtfully.

Because the other party was right about his physical condition.

It might be possible to tell from his face that he had some cardiovascular problems, but how did he know that he hadn't been feeling unwell these past few days?

"Are you...a doctor?" Timon asked uncertainly.

Bai Mo's appearance was too young, he looked like he was in his early twenties at most, which made Ding Man a little unconvinced.

"Not really, but I understand a little bit."

The next moment, Bai Mo didn't explain much, just touched the same spot with his two fingers like acupuncture points.

He is not interested in communicating too much with ordinary people.

A stream of spiritual energy that was not too violent rushed straight to Timon's heart in an instant.

His plump limbs instantly started dancing in the air like an electric shock.

The skin all over his body also turned red like cooked shrimps, and his whole body seemed to be vaguely smoking.

There seems to be a faint aroma of barbecue?
The guards on both sides saw this and spent a few seconds trying to figure out what was going on. After finally remembering their responsibilities, they quickly reached for their waists and took out their pistols.

"What did you do to the boss? Let him go immediately!" The two pointed their pistols at Bai Mo.

"Take care of his body, do you want to try it too?"

The black muzzle was less than two meters away from Bai Mo, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he showed a devilish smile.

"I……"

"I……"

Timon, who was all red, wanted to say something, but the burning feeling in his throat prevented him from saying a complete sentence.

In the eyes of the two burly bodyguards, this was when the boss started to have trouble breathing.

The scene in front of them was a little beyond their imagination. Bai Mo just lightly touched Timon's heart with two fingers, and Timon felt as if he was electrocuted.

Nothing brutally violent.

"Witchcraft? Lower your head?"

The Emerald City nominally rules over a large area, and various strange head-lowering techniques are popular in some remote areas. At this time, the two of them have begun to think in this direction...

An eerie silence enveloped the small shop.

Although the bodyguards believe more in the power of materialism (pistols), they are still somewhat taboo about certain idealistic behaviors that are difficult for them to understand.

So they never fired, but their index finger was always on the trigger.

Only Timon was dancing around like crazy in the store, banging on the floor from time to time.

10 minute later.

Bai Mo withdrew his hand.

Timon, whose whole body seemed to have been fished out of water, was twitching on the ground.

One of the two bodyguards continued to point his gun at Bai Mo, while the other squatted down and prepared to help Ding Man up.

"How do you feel?" Bai Mo asked with a smile.

"it is good……"

"Excellent..." "In this life... I have never... felt as... as good... as I do now..."

Timon gasped and said brokenly.

"Why did the boss suddenly lose so much weight?" Aaron, the bodyguard who helped Ding Man up, was a little confused.

This wasn't the first time he helped Timon up. Every time the boss got drunk, they were the ones who pulled him back to bed. Aaron knew how heavy this damn fat man was.

"Fuck!!!"

I don't know if I don't see it, I'm startled when I see it.

Aaron looked carefully at Ding Man's sweaty arms. There were wrinkles everywhere. The once fierce green dragon tattoo on his upper arm was compressed by the wrinkles and no longer looked like a dragon.

"In the past 10 minutes, I helped him burn [-]% of his body fat."

"..."

"This unscientific."

"I want to learn too."

"I'm very energetic now! Uncle, I want to do ten!!!"

"Aaron, bring me water and meat! I'm starving!"

Ding Man gently pushed away bodyguard Aaron's hand and took off his wet clothes, revealing his angular abdominal muscles.

It's just that the surface of the abdominal muscles is densely covered with skin folds. It's almost like a muscular man's version of a god-skinned aristocrat, which is very scary.

Most of Timon's physical problems are caused by being significantly overweight, and his body fat ratio is seriously excessive. It would be natural to reduce it.

Just now, Bai Mo manipulated the invisible psychic flame, which quickly burned the fat in Timon's body like lighting a sky lantern.

If it weren't for the purpose of burning without harming the opponent's body, it would be burned out in a few seconds.

"Mr. Gao Yi, if there is any way you can use me, Ding, just ask!" Ding Man is a shrewd businessman. After realizing what happened to him, he quickly reacted and said.

If the other party takes the initiative to reveal this to him, he must be asking for something.

"Two things, one, money, and two, Amethyst Night." Bai Mo didn't mince words and stated his purpose straightforwardly.

"Money is easy to talk about. I, Ding, have a relatively small family background. Sir, feel free to ask, as for Amethyst Night...it's no problem." Ding Man thought for a few seconds, then resolutely made the most important decision in his life. an investment.

Because it’s so refreshing and magical to get rid of these dozens of kilograms of burden!
If the money is gone, you can make it again, but if the man of God in front of you doesn't keep up, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life.

Amethyst Night is actually the most advanced black market organized within Emerald City.

Of course, calling it a black market is no longer appropriate, because anyone in the upper echelon knows that this Amethyst Night is actually a high-end trade fair run by Emerald City's official vest and based on referrals.

It's just because it specializes in trading some shady things, so it's called the black market.

Bai Mo once consulted about hotel-related matters, but the hotel asked him to provide his true identity information, and he had to stay for a month before he could make a recommendation.

After all, this is a gathering of the Emerald City's upper class, and the hotel cannot recommend people whose identities are at risk, especially since Bai Mo paid in cash the entire time. There was obviously something wrong, but the hotel just pretended not to see it for the sake of money.

In order to buy some special things he needed during the Autumn of Linghe, Bai Mo could only try Ding Man's method.

……

"It's strange. I was regarded as a miracle doctor just now, but I didn't feel any satisfaction."

After receiving Ding Man's affirmative answer, Bai Mo's thoughts began to wander crazily again.

He remembered that when he was addicted to novels, he also read a lot of urban miracle doctor series. He had enjoyed reading them at first, but how come he didn't feel anything at all when he tried it himself?

"Is it possible that Fatty Ding is not good at growing up, and the miracle doctor wants to find another beautiful CEO?" Bai Mo thought half-jokingly. (End of chapter)