Hong Kong, a busy street.


    Some tourists and passers-by stood around in twos and threes, vaguely forming a circle.


    In the middle of the circle, a man with an Asian face is standing.


    From his skillful performance and the trick of conjuring a rose out of thin air, this is a street magician.


    However, from the inside of the hat turned over in front of him, there were several small bills to speculate. Obviously, he didn''t mix well.


    This street show has lasted half an hour


    The money in the hat is still pitifully small.


    At this time, among the few spectators, another man left with disappointment. The magician standing in the center was a little anxious.


    As soon as he gritted his teeth, he made a decision in his heart.


    He saw his hands swimming up and down and began to attract people''s attention with slightly mysterious words:


    "My grandfather used to say that everyone has secrets."


    "Some secrets are very beautiful; some secrets are very dark..."


    "He said that the only way to understand a person''s essence is to penetrate his shell and look directly into his inner world!"


    Then he took out a handkerchief from the inner layer of his coat and unfolded it to show the surrounding audience that it was only an extremely ordinary handkerchief.


    Then he picked up his handkerchief with his left hand and made a finger gesture with his right hand.


    At this moment, he noticed that everyone''s eyes were focused on his hands, smiled and said:


    "Or, burn his shell directly!"


    The voice just fell. Before the audience reacted, the man''s right hand snapped his fingers!


    "Pa" sound, a shining flame, suddenly rose from the fingertips, and then turned into a small flame!


    Seeing the beating flame on the man''s fingertips, the surrounding audience immediately opened their eyes and screamed.


    "Wow!"


    "My God! How can this be impossible!"


    "Unbelievable..."


    …


    The corners of his mouth rose, and the magician standing in the center moved the flame on his fingertips under his handkerchief.


    "Now is the time to witness miracles!"


    Under the surprised eyes of the people, the small flame that seemed to have the soul climbed up the handkerchief in an instant and burned the whole handkerchief with the speed visible to the naked eye!


    This scene made the audience shout magic.


    There are several foreign tourists with bright eyes and talking about "Oriental magic" and "witchcraft".


    "Pa Pa Pa!"


    For a moment, there was applause.


    Many viewers who witnessed the whole process gave generously.


    Watching the money in the hat gradually increase, the man who just finished the performance also showed a relaxed smile.


    However, just then!


    A foreign youth put a hundred dollar bill with Franklin''s head in his hat.


    This also surprised the man, and then looked at the foreign youth with a look full of thanks.


    The other party just smiled back and turned away.


    The audience dispersed one after another. The man who finished the performance picked up his hat, put the money and change into his trouser pocket, then patted the brim of his hat, put it on his head and left


    Ten minutes later, the man walking back to his apartment was about to take out his key and open the door. Suddenly, a magnetic male voice sounded in his ear:


    "The magic just now is very good!"


    The man immediately frowned and suddenly turned his head.


    But I found a figure leaning against the wall in the corridor, silent.


    When the man saw each other''s appearance, he was surprised to find that the other party was just generous and took out a hundred dollars to reward his foreign youth!


    Thinking of this, the man slowly turned around, stared at each other tightly, and asked in a deep voice:


    "Are you following me?"


    In the evening, a man walked behind and came to his apartment. Both men and women felt uncomfortable.


    However, the other party did not care about the bad tone of the man, but spread out his hands and continued to use very pure Cantonese


    "Don''t be so nervous. I just want to talk to you, Mr. Chen Haoran..."


    Cantonese?!


    He knows my name!


    Is it


    The man, that is, Chen Haoran, seemed to think of something, and the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows was more conspicuous.


    "Who the hell are you?! how can you know my name? What do you want to do?"


    Looking at Chen Haoran with a wary face, the foreign youth left the wall, took out a black certificate from the inner layer of his coat and raised it to the other party.


    On the certificate, the conspicuous eagle logo seems to be ready to fly high at any time


    "I''m agent Lyon of the Divine Shield. The reason why I''m here is to talk to you about your talent!"


    It was not until this moment that Chen Haoran really saw each other''s appearance under the light of the corridor:


    With short brown hair and firm blue eyes, there is a calm and close handsome face.


    This foreign youth is Lyon from the other side of the ocean!


    Two days ago, Frey gave Lyon a new task.


    The task is to let him go to Hong Kong to contact a newly discovered superpower, and cooperate with the local branch to put the superpower on the watch list.


    That''s why Lyon is here.


    Hearing Lyon''s words, Chen Haoran was obviously very confused.


    In his opinion, a stranger suddenly waited at his door, showed him a certificate that looked like a mysterious organization, and said he wanted to talk to him.


    This situation is really strange


    "What the hell? What divine shield, what talent, I don''t know what you''re talking about..."


    "If you don''t stay away from me, I''ll call the police!"


    In the face of Chen Haoran''s fierce reaction, Lyon was ready.


    He spread out his hands and looked harmless to humans and animals: "I don''t mean any harm. I just want to talk."


    "Trust me, if you''d like to invite me in, I''ll explain everything to you..."


    Maybe it''s the sincerity on Leon''s face; Or maybe it was the pure Cantonese that made Chen Haoran wary and slowly put it down.


    After thinking for a moment, the other party finally agreed to talk to Lyon in the corridor.


    As for entering the apartment, it''s unlikely


    Lyon didn''t care too much. Standing in the corridor, he was like a machine and told all the details of each other:


    "Chen Haoran, 28, was born in San Francisco, California..."


    "A week ago, when performing in the street, I lit the torch in an instant in full view of the public by snapping my fingers..."


    Speaking of this, Lyon paused, looked at Chen Haoran with great interest and asked, "do you need me to continue?"


    "Who the hell are you?"


    "It doesn''t matter who I am. What matters is that you have attracted our attention!"