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Farid didn't bother to argue with her. He stepped hard on the brakes to try to land the car, but after trying for a long time, there was no movement.
"Damn it!" He punched the steering wheel, then pushed open the car door and was about to jump out.
"Are you crazy? You'll fall to your death!" The girl pulled him hard.
"Let me go!" Farid, who had always been rational, acted like a gambler who had lost all his fortune. With red eyes, he yelled at the girl to let go. "It's only seven or eight meters from the roof. I won't die from the fall!"
"My legs will break!"
"Mr. Tefan will help me connect it intact!"
Farid was much stronger, and the stalemate didn't last long before he broke free from the girl and prepared to jump out of the car.
"I'm here to pick you up." Tefan was in the bar, but his voice was clearly heard by the two people who were more than 20 meters above.
Chapter 312 Rewards are distributed, new disasters occur.
Farid and the girl felt a force lifting them to the ground.
It was already known to everyone that Chaofan had strange and bizarre abilities, so they were just surprised and quickly followed the crowd into the bar.
This is an illegal bar operating without a business license.
Perhaps for the sake of privacy, the owner does not intend to receive too many customers at one time, so the lobby space is a bit cramped and there is no second floor.
At this moment, everyone rushed in and it became crowded.
Farid was a few minutes behind and was in a relatively backward position, so he couldn't see what was happening inside.
Fortunately, I was very skilled and after some effort I finally managed to squeeze to the front.
As for the girl, he had no idea where she had been swept away by the crowd, and he couldn't care less about her now. His eyes, like everyone else's, were fixed on the... wooden barrel in front of him.
It is a very ordinary big-bellied wooden barrel for storing wine.
The barrel is half a person's height and is made of wooden boards. The mouth of the barrel is not very spacious and can only accommodate about one person.
It was placed on a wooden board and the crowd gathered around it, hesitating and not daring to approach.
Where's Mr. Tefan? And what's with the bucket? Why are they staring at it?
Full of confusion, no one could answer his question, so he had to ask the person next to him: "Is there anything special about this bucket?"
"This barrel is not mine." Coincidentally, the person Farid asked was the bar owner, "I am sure I don't have this kind of barrel in my store.
Just like magic, it suddenly appeared and there was light coming out of the bucket.
Then... a boy of about eighteen or nineteen jumped in and disappeared."
"It's not magic." After being educated by Tefan all day about "art is not magic", Farid subconsciously corrected the bar owner and continued, "This should be number 17."
"Number 17? Is that the extraordinary Number 17?!" the bar owner exclaimed, attracting the attention of the people around.
"Oh shit! The man just now...sir, is our extraordinary!"
"So... this wooden barrel is the entrance to the extraordinary world?" The person who spoke had shining eyes and was about to raise his foot to the barrel and jump in.
Not only him, but everyone gathered in a circle had the same idea.
"It's better not to do this." Farid glanced at the people who were eager to try, "Since it's a door, it must have a lock.
An ordinary gate only keeps outsiders from entering, but the gate to the extraordinary world... is hard to say."
The excited group was poured with a bucket of cold water, and someone hesitated and muttered: "Is it like the space turbulence in the novel?"
"I don't know, but there is definitely danger. If you are willing to try, I won't stop you." Farid took a step back and motioned for you to do as you please.
He wasn't really trying to scare people, but he believed that there was indeed such a risk.
The crowd was unsure whether what Farid said was true, but no one was willing to risk their lives to test it.
It’s good to want to become extraordinary, but the prerequisite is to be alive. If you are dead, everything else is empty talk.
But they would never be willing to give up like this.
The extraordinary people from China and the United States are active in the world, and the Russian people have been drooling over them for a long time.
Now we finally meet, but no one can tell when the next time will be. It is not impossible that we may never meet again.
The crowd was in a stalemate, unwilling to disperse, yet afraid to get closer.
After a while, someone couldn't help but say, "Is there no way?"
Farid frowned.
Unlike everyone else, he has his own mission.
The president tried his best to find No. 17, not only to send Tefan home, but also to make friends with him.
As a result, the person disappeared, so he couldn't go back to report and complete the task.
After thinking for a while, Farid decided to take a risk and prepare to enter the extraordinary world from inside the barrel.
He felt that, based on his one-day experience with Mr. Tefan, he was not cold-blooded.
If the entrance is really dangerous, I believe Mr. Tefan will save me.
The only thing you need to worry about is that the other party will be busy and no longer near the door, and will not be able to rescue you in time.
But Farid couldn't care less and walked towards the bucket.
Unexpectedly, just as he took a step, a head suddenly popped out of the barrel.
"Hey, there are so many people, Mr. Farid, what are they doing?"
Waiting for you.
Farid was relieved that he didn't have to take any risks. "Mr. Tefan, they..."
"We are here to sign up!" The crowd rushed over and shouted.
Tefan seemed to be frightened and raised his palm, emitting a lavender light.
Although they did not see any changes in the space before their eyes, everyone felt as if they were restrained by some force and could not move.
Except Farid.
Looking at everyone who was frozen in time, he realized that he could still move, and he couldn't help feeling a little happy.
This means that I am getting closer to the extraordinary. Although I am still far from joining, everything takes a process and I still have time.
Farid straightened his chest and walked over to Tefan who had picked out the bucket. "Have you found the classroom?"
"Yes, I just went to see the teacher and submitted the paperwork."
Hearing this, he asked in confusion: "What procedures?"
"Of course it's the formalities of learning."
"So, number seventeen is a school like Hogwarts?"
"Hmm..." The question seemed simple, but Tefan scratched his head in confusion. After thinking for a while, he said, "Rather than school, cram school might be more appropriate."
It’s a very vivid metaphor. Tefan thinks so, but Farid seems unable to understand: “They are all extraordinary learners, is there any difference?”
"There is a difference. To explain it from your perspective, Hogwarts is like a formal school established by the government, while No. 17 is a privately run cram school.
It’s just that it’s more famous.”
Farid heard something and asked in surprise, "Is there a number 17 in other parts of Russia?"
"There are sixteen numbers before seventeen."
Everyone listening to the conversation was shocked. They didn't expect that the extraordinary was so popular.
Tefan smiled and said to Farid, "Thank you again for your help, Mr. President. Otherwise, I would have missed the registration deadline."
Sensing the farewell in the words, Farid was afraid that the other party would disappear in the next second, so he quickly asked: "Can I visit No. 17?"
"Not now." Tefan looked guilty. "I'm sorry to reject you. The teacher said that things are not going well recently. No. 17 will not receive guests for the time being."
Not peaceful?
Farid, who works in the Security Bureau and is responsible for maintaining national security, felt uneasy: "The rock giant is coming to Russia?"
"If so, then don't worry about it."
"Can you be more specific?"
“The big rock is very strong, and because of that, it cannot hide its whereabouts, so the teachers can easily find it.
And what is coming... is something that is weak and difficult to find.
Besides, you are weaker than us, and you don’t know how to use magic, so it’s not easy to deal with you.”
Farid wanted to ask a few more questions, but Tefan turned around and stepped into the bucket, saying, "Those things are left over from a long time ago. We will take care of them, so don't worry too much."
After saying that, he put his other foot into the bucket and squatted down in it.
Farid hurried to the barrel and looked down. There was nothing in the barrel, and naturally no one was there.
At this time, the immobilized people regained their ability to move and ran over to look inside.
The barrel was so small that seven or eight people crowded around it. Those who ran slower became very anxious and jumped up and down outside: "Have you seen it well? Let me see it quickly!"
"Stop pulling my arm, asshole! My clothes are getting ripped!"
"Everyone calm down and move out!" Farid watched the bucket being dragged back and forth by countless pairs of hands and shouted to stop them.
However, the anxious people ignored him completely.
Shouting was useless, so he pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger, pointing it toward the sky. With his other hand, he showed his ID: "Security Bureau on duty!
Everyone, back off!"
The gunshots successfully frightened them, and Farid took advantage of the opportunity to contact his subordinates who were patrolling the streets.
Soon, a large number of soldiers armed with live ammunition arrived and drove the crowd out of the hall.
"Sir, mission accomplished!"
"Well, set up a blockade."
Farid wasn't referring to the cordon outside the bar; he was referring to the barrels.
Tefan disappeared into the wooden barrel. This thing can be confirmed to be the entrance to No. 17. Logically speaking, the most appropriate way is to transport it back to the barracks and have the army protect it.