In the process of achieving his goal, Bi Xiao found that eliminating a piece of trash and also saving so innocent children was beneficial in every way without any drawbacks.
After making up his mind, Bi Xiao continued to experint with the developnt of magical powers, mainly refining his control over magic.
Fortunately, he wasn’t a mutant enhanced human prone to emotional instability due to a sudden surge in power, which could beco uncontrollable.
His enhancent was comprehensive, including physical health, magical power, and cognition, all integrated.
The surge of power seed naturally mastered, limited to what he could use and manage quite well, allowing for so creativity but not reaching a precise and subtle level of control.
That's when Bi Xiao had to refine it himself.
He tried various thods and finally established a magic circuit within his body. These circuits, spreading throughout his body via blood vessels and ridians, facilitated the growth of magical power while keeping the body's cells and organs constantly strengthened.
Additionally, he multitasked by manipulating magic to perform transformations in the palm of his hand, such as forming shapes like lions, tigers, or dragons.
The hair and patterns were ticulously crafted.
Or he could manipulate magic at the cellular level to enhance tabolism, protein synthesis, DNA replication, cell division, and maintain nervous system health.
In general, he perford the finest manipulations of magic.
Regardless of the thod, it was greatly beneficial to his body.
As the saying goes, "Eat your als bite by bite, and walk step by step." Bi Xiao was different; he could eat a lot and walk fast without overeating or falling.
Quite rational.
Bi Xiao glanced around; two hundred-ter-diater pits and collapsed ruins made it look like the area had been bombed by the military. The noise he made was considerable, and although it was in the suburbs with the nearest human settlent a kiloter away, the massive explosion sound would still likely attract attention.
It seed he needed to find a remote area for further experints and developnt.
The journey ho was smooth, with no lodramatic incidents. Once ho, he leaned on the sofa and scanned the room, already thinking about moving.
He had no particular attachnt to this house, although he had lived there for many years.
He knew his savings weren’t much at this point, with significant expenses on food, clothes, and equipnt over the months, leaving him with about $35,000.
Mostly old banknotes, which he had specifically saved for dealings with the underworld that required money laundering. Bi Xiao, cautious and initially needing to conceal his identity, had not gotten involved in those dealings due to his lesser need for money.
Now, he wanted a new house, a temporary place to stay.
Especially since traveling to other areas for killings and returning to Queens was inconvenient due to the distance.
The house didn’t need to be luxurious; ideally, he would have one in every district, and a car was also on his list. He still didn’t have a driver’s license; in New York, it could take about two months to get one, plus another year accompanied by soone else.
Quite complex and troubleso.
But Bi Xiao already had a solution for this, including getting a fake license and hacking into the Bureau of Transportation database to alter records.
He also planned to get a motorcycle.
After noting these plans, Bi Xiao changed into a white wool sweater and a black coat, and denim jeans, then headed out again. It was already night, and he didn’t feel like cooking, so he went out to eat. His area, though crowded and sowhat ssy, had the advantage of being lively with many restaurants, fast-food places, and supermarkets nearby.
So he quickly found a restaurant, took a seat by the window, and ordered so food. While waiting, a familiar figure entered the door.
The woman scanned the room, then her eyes lit up and she walked straight toward Bi Xiao.
"Hey, Shaw, can I sit here?"
Bi Xiao saw the woman and chuckled inwardly but agreed: "You weren’t this polite before, Jenny. Please, have a seat."
"It’s been a while, I’ve been so busy with the clinic, I haven’t had ti to cook, so I ca here. I didn’t expect to run into you."
The woman was naturally Natasha, an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D agent, who seed to be complaining but was really just providing a legitimate reason for being there.
Bi Xiao understood her implication but didn’t expose her.
Watching Jenny order quite a bit of food, obviously for the sake of authenticity, they started to chat casually.
"I haven’t seen you around for a few days, you haven’t been out for your morning runs?"
"I’ve been reading at ho recently, so you know."
I understand all too well, you’ve been quite busy these days.
Natasha pretended to understand, but inside she was skeptical. Coulson had inford her of a bizarre incident at a Brooklyn bar nad Stonewall, where a massacre had unfolded with many strange details.
Witness testimonies described a female bartender turning to ash after being beheaded, and sounds of battle indicating a fight, but no bodies were found afterward.
Many guns, ammunition, and bullet holes were left at the scene, with so ash tested showing no DNA information.
Just so scattered blood samples.
Considering Bi Xiao’s departure and subsequent taxi driver’s testimony, along with the surveillance footage being taken, she and Coulson were convinced that the Stonewall bar incident was the work of the seemingly cheerful and handso man before her.
Despite many strange and puzzling elents, Natasha had t
o brave the risks and "accidentally" et Bi Xiao. Honestly, her curiosity was piqued.
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