040. Unconvinced? Senses Multiply by Ten, Pain Multiply by Ten

040

In the villa's courtyard.

Shen Yan sat in a daze amid a pile of Combat Suits.

Seeing Jiang Fu walk out of the villa.

He asked instinctively, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Fu glanced toward the residential area's entrance.

"That insurance salesman probably hasn't left yet. I'm going to buy some insurance."

"You keep counting."

Shen Yan: "..."

He watched Jiang Fu's retreating back, his face full of bitterness.

But that Little Ancestor was right there in the villa's living room.

Shen Yan could only obediently continue counting these unwanted Combat Suits.

At that moment.

The Suit Man sat on the flower bed across from Blue Shore Manor Residential Area.

Waiting for Old Wu's further instructions.

Old Wu was busy trying to get someone in through food delivery or courier.

Into Blue Shore Manor Residential Area.

But he discovered helplessly.

The residential area's service system was even more twisted than its security system.

For owners buying and selling or mailing things, as long as they uploaded their request, a property butler would handle everything from start to finish.

And Blue Shore brand exclusive delivery.

Rain or shine, nationwide reach.

Other food delivery and couriers couldn't even get near Blue Shore Manor's gate.

It pissed Old Wu off so much he nearly smashed his phone.

"Damn it, after this job, I'm buying a house in this high-end Martial Artist residential area too!"

Old Wu cursed.

The Suit Man agreed, "I'm buying one too! A villa in Blue Shore Manor!"

Just then.

"Hey, you, the insurance salesman, come here—"

A young man's voice rang out from a distance.

The Suit Man froze.

Then looked around.

Insurance salesman?

Was someone selling insurance here?

The next moment.

Jiang Fu's voice sounded again, "Don't look around, I'm talking to you."

The Suit Man pointed at his own nose, "Me?"

Jiang Fu nodded, "Yeah, aren't you selling insurance?"

"I just happen to need to buy some."

On the other end of the phone.

Old Wu's voice paused, "What's wrong?"

The Suit Man was still a bit dazed: "Jiang Fu called me over, says he wants to buy insurance!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head again.

"Do I really look that much like an insurance salesman?"

Old Wu's voice carried a hint of frustration: "Who cares if he thinks you're selling insurance or selling houses!"

"If he calls you over, go quickly. This is a golden opportunity!"

The Suit Man hung up.

Strode quickly toward Jiang Fu, "Ah, I am selling insurance!"

"You want to buy some?"

Jiang Fu nodded. "Let's talk inside."

As he spoke, Jiang Fu turned and walked through the main gate of the residential complex.

The Suit Man touched the briefcase in his hand.

A flicker of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately followed.

In the Villa's courtyard, Shen Yan was huffing and puffing as he sorted through the Combat Suit that Jiang Fu had deliberately messed up.

When he saw that Jiang Fu had actually brought that insurance salesman inside, he couldn't help but stare in surprise. "Hey, Classmate Jiang, you're really going to buy insurance?"

At the same time, Shen Yan sized up the insurance salesman from head to toe.

A sapphire-blue suit, a red tie, gleaming hair wax and polished shoes!

Why wear something like this!

It made him feel like he looked just like an insurance salesman too!

Remembering that humiliating memory from yesterday, Shen Yan couldn't help but curl his toes into the ground.

Jiang Fu glanced at the briefcase in the Suit Man's hand.

"Did you buy insurance for yourself?"

The Suit Man froze. "Buy insurance for myself... Huh!? That's—!"

The next moment, the Suit Man's expression suddenly changed.

His eyes locked onto a Combat Suit lying on the ground.

The emblem on it looked eerily familiar!

"That's... Brother Hu's Combat Suit!"

"Why is it here!!"

"Jiang Fu! It was you, you killed Brother Hu and the others!"

In an instant, the Suit Man's face twisted in shock.

He wasn't stupid.

He immediately understood what was going on.

Exposed!

Jiang Fu already knew about the assassination.

And he had deliberately lured him in!

"Run!!"

Without a second thought, the Suit Man turned and bolted.

If the other party dared to bring him into the Villa, he definitely had a backup plan waiting.

But just as the Suit Man lifted his foot—

Shhh—

A faint purple streak of light flashed past.

The Suit Man only felt his feet give way, his body instantly losing balance.

He crashed straight to the ground.

"What's going on..."

"My legs, my legs!!"

The Suit Man stared at his legs, his eyes filled with terror and confusion.

His legs—

without him even noticing, something had sliced them cleanly at the knees!

The cut was smooth.

It wasn't until two or three seconds passed that blood began to spurt out.

On the other side—

Shen Yan's pupils contracted.

Fast!

The speed of that purple streak of light.

Was already approaching that of an Advanced Mentalist!

If he wasn't mistaken, that should be a purple sword!

And it had only been a single day!

This absurdly young Mentalist had jumped several levels in strength!

In that moment.

Shen Yan wished he could travel back to yesterday.

And slap himself hard across the face a few times.

Clearly!

Clearly, such a peerless genius had stood right before him.

Yet he had let him slip away!

Thinking back to Jiang Fu's hesitant expression when he left yesterday.

It was obvious he had intended to join the Martial Artist Guild.

Only to be coldly rejected by him!

If he had made a move then.

And recruited Jiang Fu into the Martial Artist Guild.

Even if Jiang Fu really did end up with that Little Ancestor...

Jiang Fu would still be one of their people!

At this thought, Shen Yan stamped his feet and beat his chest.

His guts were green with regret.

He couldn't help but reach up and slap himself hard across the face.

That crisp, resounding, and loud smack.

Instantly stunned Jiang Fu, who had been about to continue his attack.

Seriously, was this guy sick?

Here I am, about to kill someone.

And this fool suddenly slaps himself.

Jiang Fu became even more certain.

This Supervisor Shen from the Martial Artist Guild was definitely not right in the head!

He'd better stay far away from him from now on.

Lost in his regret, Shen Yan noticed Jiang Fu's gaze on him.

He gave an awkward smile. "Ah, Classmate Jiang, go ahead, go ahead."

Jiang Fu silently moved away from Shen Yan.

And kicked the Suit Man's briefcase aside.

Just then.

The Suit Man clenched his fists, ready to strike a fatal blow at Jiang Fu at any moment.

His legs were gone.

But his hands were still there!

Yet in the next instant.

A purple flash streaked by.

And the Suit Man's hands flew off as well.

The Suit Man's body trembled, despair flickering in his eyes.

Jiang Fu backed off several steps. "Actually, you could still try headbutting."

Suit Man: "..."

You're at least ten meters away from me now!

Headbutt?

The hell I'm a giraffe!

Jiang Fu took a few more steps back.

Only after confirming that the man's head couldn't reach him did he say slowly, "Spill it. How much did Guo Fangdong pay you to come kill me?"

Hearing this.

Shen Yan, who had been licking his wounds alone, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Guo Fangdong?

So that was it.

The Suit Man gritted his teeth. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Jiang Fu smiled. "You don't?"

As he spoke.

He raised his hand.

A transparent glass bottle floated out from the Villa.

It drifted to hover before the Suit Man.

"A Psychic Master!"

Seeing this, the Suit Man finally understood how they had been exposed.

And how Dapeng, Brother Hu, and the others had died!

This Jiang Fu was actually a Psychic Master!

His instinct was to grab his phone.

To secretly tip off Old Wu.

Then he remembered—his hands were gone.

Jiang Fu took in the Suit Man's every move.

But he paid it no mind.

"This bottle of water can amplify your senses tenfold."

"Including the pain you're feeling right now... Want to give it a try?"

The Suit Man gritted his teeth and sneered. "Bullshit. How could a potion like that exist in this world?"

Even Shen Yan felt a flicker of doubt.

Had that Little Ancestor given it to Jiang Fu?

Jiang Fu let out a cold laugh.

He directly poured the bottle of water—scooped from the toilet—into the Suit Man's mouth.

"Senses multiplied by ten, lasting ten seconds."

"Pain multiplied by ten, lasting ten seconds."

The Suit Man struggled as he swallowed the Toilet Water.

Then he began coughing violently.

"That's it? That's noth—"

"Ahhh—!!!"

In an instant.

The Suit Man's expression twisted.

His eyeballs looked ready to pop out of their sockets.

An immense agony.

Burst forth from the severed ends of his arms and legs.

His entire body convulsed violently from the overwhelming torment.

Screams of sheer misery.

Like a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the entire villa district.

Almost the moment the screams rang out.

A well-trained Martial Artist Guild squad rushed to the Villa's courtyard gate.

"Hello, resident. What's happening here?"

The Villa's courtyard wall was a low iron fence, making it easy to see inside.

Jiang Fu pointed to the other side, where Shen Yan sat dazed among a pile of clothes.

"This is Supervisor Shen Yan from the District Nine Martial Artist Guild."

"He's conducting routine business—interrogating a suspect."

The moment Jiang Fu finished speaking.

The Suit Man's screams stopped.

He had passed out from the pain.

Senses multiplied by ten.

Pain multiplied by ten.

Even a Martial Artist couldn't endure this kind of pain.

Shen Yan: "..."

So this is what he was waiting for me with.