With the initial proficiency given by the system, Roger's development of line fruits was extremely smooth.

It took him only more than half an hour to initially master the use of "bounce line" and "five-color line".

Of course, this is limited to initial use, and there is still a considerable distance from thorough proficiency.

It is not difficult for him to control these lines that are so thin that they cannot see with the naked eye, but it is not an easy task to adjust these lines to different sharpness at any time according to his own wishes.

Just like a cutting worker, he gradually mastered the trick to control the sharpness of thin lines.

Fortunately, this is a remote park with few tourists, so his alternative "tree-cutting" activity did not attract the attention of others, especially the park managers.

Under this careful training, the sky gradually dimmed.

However, at this time, Roger still had no intention of leaving the park.

Although the park will patrol the night after nightfall, the managers will drive away those sleeping people who are trying to spend the night in the park.

But it's just past eight o'clock, and it's far from the time for managers to drive away the sleepers.

The reason why Roger is so sure is that his original owner, who was once a sleeper for a while.

At that time, the original owner, who had just had a big fight with Boss Qiao, had neither job nor extra savings, and could only sleep on the streets or parks like those homeless men.

This kind of sleeping life lasted until the original owner found a fairly formal job before it was truly over.

He clearly has a handsome face that can be called a movie star, but he ends up sleeping on the streets. It's really a disaster.

If Roger was facing this situation at that time, even if he could not make the delicacies of food, he would never have fallen into the stage of sleeping on the streets.

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, Roger became more and more bold in the practice of "bounce line" and "five-colored line" and began to test the limit he could reach at present.

Scream! Scream! Scream...

After almost "destroying" all the surrounding trees, he finally got some more reliable data.

With his current control, he can control these thin lines as he pleases within a distance of 50 meters.

If you do not pursue meticulous control, the limit distance of control can reach 100 meters.

But if you want to control the sharpness of the thin line while controlling the movement of the thin line, then the distance is only about 20 meters.

When testing the control distance, Roger did not forget to test the sharpness of the thin line.

However, because there are fewer targets that can be used as tests, he has only come to some general conclusions.

Under normal circumstances, that is, without any changes in the sharpness of thin lines, these thin lines are already sharper than piano lines, and can easily cut off wood as thick as arms.

He hasn't tried the human body or something, but it shouldn't be a problem.

If the sharpness is further enhanced, these thin lines can even cut through metal, and the metal seat next to the road is a good example.

In addition to testing the control distance and sharpness, he also discovered something he had not noticed before.

Although he has the fruit of wires, although he can create these thin lines that do not belong to this world out of thin air, these created lines will not exist forever.

If you do not control it deliberately, these lines will gradually disappear after ten minutes and completely turn into nothingness.

Although he didn't know what the principle was, he didn't take it seriously.

Under normal circumstances, the duration of ten minutes is enough to cope with most situations.

Unless you want to use a "bird cage" that requires a long-term continuous move, it will only make it easier for him to clean up the battlefield and avoid his own abilities being studied by some bad-minded institutions.

Overall, this is a good thing.

After finishing his first development training for line fruit, he picked up his coat that was casually placed on the grass and walked towards the exit of the park.

The park, which had no tourists, was even quieter after nightfall.

If it weren't for the dim street lights on both sides of the road, it would be no different from the real suburbs.

Just as Roger arrived at the park exit immediately, five or six fat young black men stopped him.

Mixed sportswear, thick metal necklace, unrecognizable steps...

Just a simple look, Roger could be sure that these guys are one of the "specialties" of the Bronx, and are not a good black gangster.

"Hey, boy, you're so naughty, which neighborhood is from?"

The black gangster with a red baseball cap directly stopped him and said to him in a rhythmic tone like rap.

“Dresrosa Island!”

Looking at the black gangster in front of him, Roger replied with a smile.

"Drees Rosa Island? Which is the island of the ghost place?"

Obviously, this black gangster did not understand what Roger really meant.

But this is also normal. If he really knows where Dres Rosa is, it would be abnormal.

"It's in a place you can never go! Okay, you can get out of here, I don't want to ruin my good mood before dinner."

Roger put away the smile on his face.

"Get out of the way? Yes, hand over what you have on you, and I will let you leave here and eat your 'good' that needs to be tasted with two branches."

After saying that, this black gangster with a serious body and obesity turned his head proudly and looked at his companions around him, as if showing off his sudden "humor".

“Hahahahaha, the ‘good food’ that needs branches to taste!”

"Don't monkeys just like branches?"

"Yes, the yellow-skinned monkey just likes branches, hahaha!"

...

Listening to the unconcealed ridicule of these black gangsters, Roger also laughed and laughed with them.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that on the first day I came to New York, I would encounter this kind of third-rate plot that I don't want to write in online novels... Hahaha, interesting, hahaha..."

These black gangsters never expected that Roger would laugh, and she laughed louder and more arrogantly than them.

"Boy, why are you laughing at..."

Looking at Roger who was laughing wildly like a clown, the black gangster in front of him shouted loudly with an unhappy look on his face.

But before he finished speaking, Roger's fist hit his nose hard, breaking his nose bone.
Chapter completed!