Chapter 40
In the villa's courtyard.
Shen Yan sat amid a pile of combat suits, staring into space.
He saw Jiang Fu come out of the villa.
"Where are you going?" he asked without thinking.
Jiang Fu glanced toward the residential area's main gate.
"That insurance salesman should still be there. I'm going to buy a policy."
"Keep counting."
Shen Yan: "..."
He watched Jiang Fu leave, his face full of misery.
But the Little Ancestor was right there in the villa's living room.
Shen Yan could only obediently go back to counting the combat suits nobody wanted.
Meanwhile.
The man in the suit sat on a flower bed across from Blue Shore Manor Residential Area.
He was waiting for further instructions from Old Wu.
Old Wu was busy trying to get someone into Blue Shore Manor Residential Area by posing as a food delivery driver or courier.
Unfortunately, he discovered something else.
The residential area's service system was even more ridiculous than its Security System.
Whether residents wanted to buy, sell, or mail something, they only had to submit a request, and a Property Butler handled the whole process.
Blue Shore even had its own dedicated delivery service.
Rain or shine, it reached every corner of the country.
Other food delivery drivers and couriers couldn't even get near Blue Shore Manor's gate.
Old Wu was so angry he nearly threw his phone.
"Fuck! Once this job's done, I'm buying a place in a high-end Martial Artist community like this!"
Old Wu kept cursing.
The man in the suit agreed. "I'm getting one too! A villa in Blue Shore Manor!"
Just then.
"Hey, you—the insurance salesman. Come here a second—"
A young man's voice called from afar.
The man in the suit froze.
Then he looked left and right.
Insurance salesman?
Was someone selling insurance here?
A moment later.
Jiang Fu called again. "Stop looking around. I mean you."
The man in the suit pointed at his own nose. "Me?"
Jiang Fu nodded. "Yeah. Aren't you selling insurance?"
"I happen to need a policy."
On the other end of the phone.
Old Wu paused. "What happened?"
The man in the suit was still a little dazed. "Jiang Fu called me over. He said he wants to buy insurance!"
As he spoke, he glanced down at himself.
"Do I really look that much like an insurance salesman?"
Old Wu sounded exasperated. "Who cares if you're selling insurance or houses!"
"He called you over, so get over there! This is the chance of a lifetime!"
The man in the suit hung up.
He hurried over to Jiang Fu. "Ah, yes, I sell insurance!"
"You want to buy a policy?"
Jiang Fu nodded. "Let's talk inside."
With that.
Jiang Fu turned and entered the residential area.
The man in the suit felt the Briefcase in his hand.
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he followed at once.
In the villa's courtyard.
Shen Yan was huffing and puffing as he sorted the combat suits Jiang Fu had deliberately messed up.
When he saw that Jiang Fu really had brought the insurance salesman in.
He stared in surprise. "Hey, Classmate Jiang, you're actually buying insurance?"
At the same time.
Shen Yan gave the insurance salesman a thorough once-over.
A royal-blue suit, red tie, gleaming pomade, and polished leather shoes!
Why was he dressed like that?
It made Shen Yan look like an insurance salesman too!
The humiliating memory of yesterday came back to him.
Shen Yan wanted to curl up and disappear.
Jiang Fu glanced at the Briefcase in the man's hand.
"Did you buy insurance for yourself?"
The man in the suit froze. "Insurance for myself... Huh?! Is that..."
The next instant.
His expression changed sharply.
His eyes locked onto a combat suit on the ground.
The insignia on it looked painfully familiar!
"That's... Brother Hu's combat suit!"
"What's it doing here?!"
"Jiang Fu! It was you! You killed Brother Hu and the others!"
In an instant.
The man's face went pale.
He wasn't stupid.
He immediately understood what was happening.
They'd been exposed!
Jiang Fu already knew about the assassination attempt.
And he had brought him in on purpose!
Run!!
The man in the suit didn't hesitate. He turned and bolted.
If Jiang Fu dared bring him into the villa, he had to have something waiting for him.
But the instant the man lifted his foot.
Whoosh—
A faint purple blur flashed past.
The man felt nothing beneath his feet. He lost his balance in an instant.
He crashed to the ground.
"What happened..."
"My legs! My legs!!"
The man stared at his legs, his eyes full of terror and confusion.
His legs.
Something had severed them at the knees without him even noticing!
The cuts were perfectly smooth.
Only two or three seconds later did blood begin to spray.
Nearby.
Shen Yan's pupils contracted.
So fast!
The speed of that purple blur.
It was almost on par with an Advanced Mentalist!
If he'd seen correctly, it was a Purple Sword!
It had only been one day!
This absurdly young Psychic Master had risen several levels in strength!
At that moment.
Shen Yan wished he could travel back to yesterday.
And slap his past self hard across the face a few times.
He was right there!
A peerless genius had been standing right in front of me.
And I let him slip away!
He remembered how Jiang Fu had seemed to have something to say before leaving yesterday.
Jiang Fu had clearly wanted to join the Martial Artist Guild.
And Shen Yan had flatly rejected him!
If I'd made a move back then.
And recruited Jiang Fu into the Martial Artist Guild.
Even if Jiang Fu really does end up with the Little Ancestor...
He'd still be one of ours!
At the thought, Shen Yan stamped his foot and beat his chest.
He was sick with regret.
He couldn't help raising a hand and slapping himself hard across the face.
The slap rang out, loud and sharp.
Jiang Fu, who had been about to strike again, froze.
What? Is there something wrong with this guy?
I'm about to kill someone here.
Why did he suddenly slap himself?
Jiang Fu became even more certain.
Supervisor Shen from the Martial Artist Guild is definitely unwell in the head!
I'd better keep my distance from him from now on.
Still wallowing in regret, Shen Yan noticed the way Jiang Fu was looking at him.
He gave an awkward smile. "Ah, Classmate Jiang, carry on. Carry on."
Jiang Fu silently moved away from Shen Yan.
Then he kicked the man's Briefcase aside.
At that moment.
The man in the suit clenched his fists, ready to deliver a killing blow the instant he got the chance.
His legs were gone.
But he still had his hands!
Then, in the next instant.
The purple blur flashed past.
The man's hands flew off too.
He shuddered, despair filling his eyes.
Jiang Fu retreated several steps. "You could still ram me with your head."
The man in the suit: "..."
You're at least ten meters away from me!
Ram you with my head?
I'm not a damn giraffe!
Jiang Fu took a few more steps back.
Once he was sure the man couldn't reach him with his head, he asked leisurely, "Tell me. How much did Guo Fangdong offer you to kill me?"
At those words,
Shen Yan, who had been tending to his wounds alone, narrowed his eyes.
Guo Fangdong?
So that was it.
The man in the suit gritted his teeth. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
Jiang Fu smiled. "You don't?"
As he spoke,
he beckoned.
A clear glass bottle floated out of the villa
and stopped in front of the man in the suit.
"A Psychic Master!"
At the sight, the man finally understood how they had been exposed
and how Dapeng and Brother Hu had died!
Jiang Fu was a Psychic Master!
He instinctively reached for his phone
to warn Old Wu in secret.
Only then did he remember he no longer had hands.
Jiang Fu noticed the movement
but paid it no mind.
"This water will make your senses ten times more acute."
"Including the pain you're feeling right now... Want to try it?"
The man in the suit gritted his teeth and sneered. "You're bluffing. How could a potion like that exist?"
Even Shen Yan had his doubts.
Had that Little Ancestor given it to Jiang Fu?
Jiang Fu let out a cold laugh.
He poured the water he had scooped from the toilet straight into the man's mouth.
"Senses, Multiply by Ten. Ten seconds."
"Pain, Multiply by Ten. Ten seconds."
The man in the suit struggled as he swallowed the toilet water,
then began coughing violently.
"That's it? It's nothing li—"
"Aaaah!"
In an instant,
the man's face contorted.
His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
Agony
erupted from the stumps of his arms and legs.
His entire body convulsed violently from the sheer pain.
One hideous scream after another
rang through the entire Villa District like a pig being slaughtered.
Almost as soon as the screams began,
a well-trained Martial Artist Squad rushed to the villa's front gate.
"Hello, sir. What's happening here?"
The villa's boundary fence was low and made of iron bars, so it was easy to see inside.
Jiang Fu pointed to Shen Yan, who sat dazed in a pile of clothes.
"This is Supervisor Shen Yan of the District Nine Martial Artist Guild."
"He's conducting a routine interrogation of a suspect."
Just as Jiang Fu finished speaking,
the man in the suit stopped screaming.
He had passed out from the pain.
His senses had been multiplied by ten.
His pain had been multiplied by ten.
Even a Martial Artist couldn't endure that.
Shen Yan: "..."
So this was what you had in store for me.
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