Chapter 531: The teacher of an artist is also an artist

"You bastard, where did you come from again!"
A bald punched Lin Feng's face with a punch.
"Since all have failed, why not ask in a more direct and effective way."
A devil smile appeared at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth, and he gently threw the dinner plate into the air.
The bald fist fell on "Lin Feng"'s face, but it suddenly fell through.
Lin Feng's figure dissipated and turned into an afterimage, and then a fist hit the bald face.
"what……!?"
The bald gangster flew upside down like a cannonball and hit the glass wall of the restaurant.
With a loud noise, a human-shaped pattern appeared directly on the glass wall.
"Would you like to be so violent..." Kamijou was dumbfounded on the spot.
Even the clerk couldn't stop it, but in the blink of an eye, a bunch of fainted bullies were lying in the restaurant.
Kamijou Touma's whole body got goosebumps and watched the forest wind gracefully approaching the bad leader Zhongjo Ma while holding the dinner plate, and there was a chill in his whole body.
Just the time it takes to throw the dinner plate into the air and then drop it into your hands, you will knock down all a dozen gangsters. This incredible speed and power are just like SF novels.
Complete spike, these bad gangsters are not a level opponent at all.
"But, is it really necessary to achieve this level?"
Kamijou Touma looked at the small in the same place, all of them broken at least two ribs, and silently complained in his heart, what have they done, they were treated so inhumanely.
In an instant, Lin Feng's degree of danger in his mind was far greater than that of the Bilibili Discharge female middle school student.
"Devil, you...you...don't come over!"
The middle horse, who fell on the ground, dilated his pupils and looked at Lin Feng walking slowly in horror.
At this moment, Lin Feng was a living demon in his eyes. He defeated all his companions in a cruel manner. He seemed to hear the screams of his companions after being trampled on their ribs.
"Do you know how many ribs a person has? To be precise, it is twenty-four," Lin Feng asked Zhongtiao Ma with a smile, "Have you ever imagined that if a person's 24 ribs are broken one by one, How does it feel?"
"I heard that in some parts of Africa, people use ribs as a musical instrument. To be honest, I'm a little curious about what kind of tone it is. After all, I'm still an artist."
Nakajo Mayi was almost scared to pee, already completely dumbfounded: "I...I...you don't come over!"
This demon actually used his ribs as a musical instrument. What a cruel demon! But... why does the demon I think can do what it says?
Threats are also skillful. This is the difference between interrogation experts and ordinary people. There are only a few threat languages, which are extremely monotonous. However, professional interrogators can naturally create an impression of themselves for others-that is, the threat content can definitely come true!
Lin Feng, as the murderous boss in Naruto World, naturally has a certain temperament, clearly telling Zhongjo Ma that this is not just a simple threat, but a prediction of what will happen!
Only because of past hardships, the very nervous Kamijou Dangma still complains in her heart: "Huh? Artist? Isn't it a scientist? When did you become an artist?"
"If you don't want to become an experimental subject, then you will answer all the questions this soy milk lady asks you honestly, otherwise..."
While speaking, Lin Feng smiled kindly: "Of course, you can also lie, but I want to tell you that I am a psychologist. If you are seen to lie by me, the consequences will be better than what I just described. It’s even more terrifying, if you don’t believe it, welcome to try!"
Nakajoma nodded in horror with a super-fast chicken pecking rice.
You are so scary, the ghost wants to give it a try!
"This guy is really terrible!"
Kamijou Touma was about to hug Shirai Kuroko who felt the same way, but Shirai Kuroko reined in the cliff and kicked the approaching Kamij Kuroko again.
"But ah," Kamijou Touma, who was tragically kicked, still couldn't help the soul of Tucao burning in his heart, "Aren't you still an artist just now? Why are you now a psychologist again!"
"I'm asking you now," Misaka Mikoto was also a little unnaturally ashamed. "What is the source of the "Fantasy Mita" you sold to the students? You have to answer honestly.
"Missaka-san, ask yourself, my mother has already told me to go home for dinner."
"When did this happen?" Misaka Mikoto said viciously without forgetting to spit out, "Also, don't call me'soymilk' anymore!"
Of course, Lin Feng chose to ignore Misaka Mikoto's protest. He found a seat with the dinner plate and started to eat the most expensive special food in the store.
"Kamijo boy, do you want to eat?"
While sucking the noodles, Lin Feng raised his head and asked the dumbfounded Shang Tiao Dangma.
"No, no, I don't need it anymore."
Kamijou Toma repeatedly waved his hands, sweating behind his back. With the wounded all around, and the clerk has already called the security officer and the commissioner of discipline, you are still in the mood to eat, how big a nerve do you have!
Soon, Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko had long since been obedient to Nakajo Ma, who even wanted to spit out what bad things their ancestors had done for three generations, and they drew out some of the information he knew about "Fantasy Mitsu".
Misaka Mikoto squeezed the bottom plate, thinking about the dialogue with Shirai Kuroko just now: "Is it a prop that can easily increase the ability? Similar to a learning device, it stimulates the five senses with music and produces similar effects. However, this increase effect is too great. It's been horrible."
This is information about "Fantasy Mita" that Nakajo Ma said, but Mikoto Misaka still finds it incredible no matter how he thinks. ..