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Hearing this, Shen Yan hurriedly explained, "The person here for certification this time is a Psychic Master."
He watched the girl's expression carefully. "Is a Psychic Master not allowed?"
Shi Jiu rolled the Document Bag in her hand into a tube and slipped it into her school uniform pocket.
Then she took the black Martial Artist Badge that marked her status as a Martial Artist
and hung it from the zipper of her jacket.
"That's fine."
"Sorry for the trouble, Supervisor Shen."
"I'll be going."
Shen Yan replied with nervous deference, "No trouble at all! None at all!"
"Take care, Shi Jiu!"
Only after the girl left
did Shen Yan let out a small sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to sit in his Office Chair,
the girl's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
"Don't tell anyone what happened today."
Shen Yan sprang to his feet almost on reflex.
"Don't worry, Shi Jiu. My lips are sealed! I won't tell anyone!"
The girl's voice did not come again.
Only then did Shen Yan collapse into his Office Chair.
Cold sweat broke out across his forehead and body.
"That Little Ancestor is even scarier than she was a year ago..."
It took a long while
for Shen Yan to catch his breath.
With a bitter smile, he picked up Jiang Fu's Document Bag and Martial Artist Badge.
Then he staggered out of the Office.
Inside the Certification Hall,
Jiang Fu looked at Shen Yan, who had suddenly reappeared.
He could not help asking, "Supervisor Shen, did you go take a shower?"
A vein throbbed at Shen Yan's temple. "Mm."
He handed Jiang Fu the Martial Artist Badge and the Document Bag for his Martial Artist Certification.
Jiang Fu took them and blurted out, "That was fast."
The first time he had come for certification, he had waited three hours for it to be completed.
At noon,
Jiang Fu had looked it up online.
The process and wait time for Secondary Certification were the same as for the initial certification.
But this time,
he had only waited about fifteen minutes.
Shen Yan's expression grew a little strained. "You got lucky."
Jiang Fu paused. "Lucky?"
What did luck have to do with how fast Martial Artist Certification went?
Shen Yan looked even more uncomfortable. "It's nothing."
"Oh," Jiang Fu said.
He rolled the Document Bag in his hand into a tube and tucked it into his pants pocket.
Then he hung the Martial Artist Badge from the zipper of his school uniform jacket.
Shen Yan saw this.
The corner of his eye twitched hard.
Jiang Fu looked at him. "Supervisor Shen, if there's nothing else, I'll be going?"
Shen Yan nodded without expression.
Jiang Fu said, "I'm really leaving."
Shen Yan said, "Mm."
"Goodbye, Supervisor Shen."
"Goodbye."
"..."
Seeing Shen Yan sitting there like a statue,
Jiang Fu could only leave the Certification Hall reluctantly.
He also felt a little disappointed.
"So Psychic Masters aren't as highly regarded among Martial Artists as I thought."
"I figured Supervisor Shen would offer me something to try to win me over."
"Then again, a Psychic Master isn't a Sequence Martial Artist."
Distracted, Jiang Fu left the second floor.
Xu Lulu saw him come down the stairs with his head hanging low.
She was just about to ask what was wrong
when she spotted the gold Martial Artist Badge on his jacket zipper.
Her eyes widened. "Jiang Fu, you finished your certification already?"
Jiang Fu pursed his lips. "Supervisor Shen said I got lucky."
Xu Lulu looked baffled. "What does luck have to do with certification time?"
Jiang Fu spread his hands. "Who knows?"
"Oh, right, Xu Lulu. Is there somewhere I can get online?"
Xu Lulu pointed toward the Entertainment Area on the other side. "There's an Internet Cafe over there."
"Thanks, Xu Lulu."
Jiang Fu acknowledged her
and hurried toward the Entertainment Area, unable to wait.
Xu Lulu watched him go.
She scratched her head.
"Why does Jiang Fu look kind of familiar like that?"
"Oh, right. A girl came down from the second floor just now. I think she was wearing a Ninth High School uniform too, and she looked just the same..."
At that moment,
there were not many people in the guild's Entertainment Area.
Jiang Fu passed the KTV, the Billiards Hall, and the SPA Club...
Finally,
he reached the Internet Cafe at the very back.
A moment later,
he backed out with a pained expression.
"Eight hundred yuan an hour to get online!"
"Why don't you just rob people?"
The Net Admin looked at Jiang Fu's school uniform
and said with a straight face, "Robbery doesn't pay as well as running an Internet Cafe."
"Go on, get out of here. What are you doing at an Internet Cafe if you can't pay?"
Jiang Fu felt the coins in his pocket
and stalked off in a huff.
As he passed the SPA Club,
a man with a scar across his face happened to come out.
The scarred man's expression changed the instant he saw Jiang Fu.
He ducked aside on reflex.
Watching Jiang Fu walk away, he quickly took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Brother Wu! Guess who I just saw?"
The person on the other end sounded impatient. "Spit it out."
The scarred man hurriedly said, "Jiang Fu! He's not dead!"
"Jiang Fu? You saw Jiang Fu? Where is he now?"
"On the first floor of the Martial Artist Guild!"
"Stay on him. See where he goes and keep me posted."
"Got it!"
District Nine People's Hospital.
Outside the door to Jiang Fu's VIP Ward,
the man's face, which had been dark with rage, slowly relaxed.
"So he ran off to the Martial Artist Guild."
"Looks like he wants to get his Secondary Certification."
"Old Guo was right. That kid must have stumbled into some ridiculous luck and eaten a Spiritual Fruit..."
Jiang Fu did not leave the Martial Artist Guild building right away.
Instead, he wandered through the public area of the First Floor Lobby.
"An ordinary-sized backpack, eighteen thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight!"
"A Low-tier Combat Suit, a hundred and twenty-three thousand!"
"A low-tier Battle Knife, sixty-six thousand six hundred and sixty-six!"
"A phone, twenty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three!"
"An Energy Pill you can eat instead of a meal, nine hundred and ninety-eight!"
"And... one Vitality Pill... five hundred thousand!?"
"Wasn't it three hundred thousand?"
Jiang Fu stared at the prices in the Trading Area and sucked in a breath.
The Martial Artist Guild sold Vitality Pills too.
But they cost two hundred thousand more here.
"And everything I'm looking at is just basic starter gear for a Martial Artist!"
Then he looked at the purchase price for a Red-tailed Rat Tail: two hundred yuan apiece.
Jiang Fu could not help muttering, "The Martial Artists in this world... are either filthy rich or Big Suckers!"
"Forget it. I'm done looking."
"If I keep going, it'll break my spirit."
"I'd better go make some money first."
"I just wonder whether my balance can Multiply by Ten."
With that thought,
Jiang Fu left the Martial Artist Guild lobby.
The scarred man, who had been hiding in a corner, hurried after him.
"Hm?"
"He went to the Safe Exit... Is he heading to the Wilderness Area?"
The scarred man quickly sent the news to Old Wu.
Old Wu was startled when he got the message, then overjoyed.
"Back to the Wilderness Area? That kid never learns."
"Zhao Dapeng! Take a few men into the Wilderness Area and kill him."
"No need to bring back the whole body this time. Just bring me his head!"
Outside the Martial Artist Guild building,
Zhao Dapeng licked his lips, a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.
The Martial Artist Guild building.
Inside the Certification Hall on the second floor,
Shen Yan blinked.
He had the nagging feeling he had forgotten something.
"Wait!"
"Wait, something's wrong!!"
"Holy shit!!"
"Jiang Fu!!"
"That kid's a Psychic Master!"
"And he's only eighteen, with an initial Spirit Power of 1,000!"
"How could I just let him walk away!"
The very next moment.
Shen Yan's figure blurred into an afterimage.
He shot out in pursuit.
But.
Jiang Fu was already nowhere to be seen near the Martial Artist Guild.
Shen Yan couldn't help stomping his feet and beating his chest in regret.
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