MTL - Black Bellied Belle: Demon Lord, Bite the Bait Please - Chapter 248 : Another conspiracy

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Undercover police officer: We are two-on-two, so we can’t be careless.

FBI undercover: I’m in a one-on-three, and I have to be vigilant.

Zhenjiu: My teammates are very reliable, I don’t need to worry at all, and I give comrade hr Jinjiu a five-star praise.

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The semi-invincible text, some of the protagonists refer to Dazai Osamu, the stray dog.

Without a heroine, the only thing that can make the hero’s heart beat faster is the bill.

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A man who was once called the world’s strongest agent ended up becoming a teacher after his retirement, to train a new generation of agents. After many years of training his disciples, he was killed at the age of 60 by a secret organization’s ruse and was reincarnated in another world with his memories intact. Though he was surprised by the existence of magic and the strange species in that world, he quickly adapted to his condition as a newborn and took advantage of it. He acquired special magic and gained a massive amount of strength thanks to his rigorous discipline, in order to reach his goal: Resume his career as a teacher which he left halfway through in his previous life. This is the story of a man, who, based on the memories and the experiences of his previous life, became a teacher who travels through the world with his students.

This story follows the rise of a regular small time criminal who had the odds against him his entire life.Just when things looked like they were about to come to an end for him, he received the power to turn his life around.Ambitious, Cruel, Manipulative, Cunning and now...Powerful.Follow his story as he makes a name for himself and grows as both a being and an organization by any means necessary, the likes of which the universe has never seen.

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…