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The hospital was crowded with people coming and going, everyone hurrying about.
Jiang Fu was wearing an ordinary high school uniform.
He was completely inconspicuous amid the crowd.
Jiang Fu paid Guo Fangdong no further attention.
He simply boarded the elevator, intending to leave the hospital.
He had not heard exactly what Old Wu had said on the other end of the call.
But he could guess without even thinking.
The other party would definitely make a move against him inside the hospital.
That Old Wu was absolutely a dangerous man.
Of the thirty-six stratagems, running was the best.
He could not beat them, but he could avoid them.
"What should I do next?"
Inside the elevator, Jiang Fu fell into deep thought.
Getting Vitality Pills worth three hundred thousand in three days was somewhat unrealistic.
But in this world, there were still many things that could increase Blood Energy.
Their effects were inferior to Vitality Pills, but after using Multiply by Ten, they could temporarily preserve his life.
Suddenly, an idea stirred in Jiang Fu's heart.
"Then... I'll go home first."
Guo Fangdong and Ge Yanxia were being held at the hospital.
Guo Xiaofeng was still at school.
That meant there should be no one at home right now.
Soon, the elevator reached the first floor.
Jiang Fu rubbed his stomach, which had not eaten for several days.
He quickly crossed the lobby and headed toward the entrance.
"Move! All of you, move!!"
Suddenly.
A familiar figure charged toward him.
It was a burly boy about the same age as Jiang Fu.
His face was filled with anxiety.
Like a crazed young bull, he barreled through the First Floor Lobby.
When he saw Jiang Fu.
He froze for a moment.
Then a chilling sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He charged straight toward Jiang Fu.
"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!"
Jiang Fu was startled and hurriedly dodged to the side.
He narrowly avoided the incoming boy.
But the boy stopped beside Jiang Fu.
He extended his thick arm and shoved it into Jiang Fu's chest.
Jiang Fu felt an enormous force slam into his chest.
His entire body staggered backward more than a dozen steps, and he nearly fell to the ground.
He glared at the boy and shouted angrily, "Guo Xiaofeng, what the hell are you doing?"
This boy was the son of Guo Fangdong and Ge Yanxia.
In other words, he was Jiang Fu's nominal younger cousin, Guo Xiaofeng.
Guo Xiaofeng was the same age as Jiang Fu.
He was also a Senior Year of High School student at Bincheng Ninth Middle School.
However.
Unlike Jiang Fu's ordinary class.
Guo Xiaofeng was in the Key Class and received the school's special training.
Three months ago, Guo Xiaofeng's Qi-Blood Value had already reached 100, officially making him a Martial Artist.
Now, three months later, his Blood Energy had far surpassed 100.
...The resources left behind by the original owner's parents had basically all been consumed by that family of three.
Normally, Guo Xiaofeng occupied the resources that should have belonged to the original owner, and he had bullied him constantly.
But under Guo Fangdong and Ge Yanxia's manipulation.
He had never known to resist.
Guo Xiaofeng had probably received the news that Ge Yanxia was seriously ill.
That was why he had hurried to the hospital.
Guo Xiaofeng stopped walking.
He gave Jiang Fu a ferocious grin.
"Jiang Fu, are you itching for another beating?"
"But your young master doesn't have time to deal with you now. I'll settle with you later!"
As he spoke.
Guo Xiaofeng turned around and headed toward the elevator.
When he saw the elevator doors closing.
He ran while roaring at the people inside, "Open the elevator doors! Otherwise, don't blame me for beating you!"
A flicker passed through Jiang Fu's eyes.
"Since you're already here, don't leave."
"A family should stay together."
"Blood pressure, blood lipids, blood sugar—Multiply by Ten!"
Jiang Fu muttered under his breath.
The instant Guo Xiaofeng reached the elevator.
His body stiffened.
Then he convulsed violently.
Two streams of blood spurted from his nostrils.
Rolling his eyes back, he collapsed face-first onto the floor.
His head happened to land between the two elevator doors that were about to close.
Bang!
A dull thud rang out.
The elevator doors slammed shut on Guo Xiaofeng's head.
Then they slowly opened.
And then...
Closed.
Bang!
Opened...
Closed!
Bang!
Opened again.
Then closed.
Bang!
After repeating this more than a dozen times.
The people inside the elevator finally reacted.
"Holy crap! Run! The elevator's out of control!"
"Someone come quickly! A guy's head is caught in the doors!"
"...There's so much blood!"
They hurriedly braced the malfunctioning elevator doors open.
They dragged Guo Xiaofeng's body out.
At the same time, they all scrambled out of the elevator.
At that moment, Guo Xiaofeng's face was bluish-purple, his eyes rolled back, and blood was still spurting from his nostrils.
Medical personnel had already heard the commotion and were hurrying over.
Jiang Fu withdrew his Spirit Power.
He muttered under his breath, "A whole family suffering from the same illness—is this hereditary?"
"No one should suspect me, right?"
"Hmph. I absolutely will not become the second Kira."
"But..."
Jiang Fu looked at Guo Xiaofeng again.
He saw several nurses carrying him toward the emergency department.
Memories of Guo Xiaofeng bullying him surfaced involuntarily.
Jiang Fu's evil impulses surged.
"Blood pressure, blood sugar, and blood lipids increasing tenfold isn't a serious illness for a Martial Artist. It should be treatable..."
"Then..."
He stared at a certain part of Guo Xiaofeng's body.
"Multiply by Ten!"
Guo Xiaofeng, who was rolling his eyes and spraying blood from his nose.
His body suddenly trembled.
His mind cleared for an instant.
What exactly was going on?
Jiang Fu rubbed his chin.
"Multiplying it this way is basically giving him a benefit, isn't it?"
"Hmm, it probably isn't! Multiply Quantity by Ten shouldn't increase his abilities..."
With that thought.
Jiang Fu swept his Spirit Power over Guo Xiaofeng's body.
Then he shuddered with disgust.
"So gross!"
"...I'm not hungry anymore!"
Jiang Fu tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He hurried toward the hospital entrance.
"Wait!"
Suddenly.
Jiang Fu thought of something else.
"Doesn't that mean I can also multiply the organs of some Mutated Beasts, or even Realm Beasts, by ten?!"
In this world.
Spiritual Energy Revival had caused living things to mutate, while monsters invaded.
The Wilderness outside the cities was filled with Mutated Beasts and invading Realm Beasts.
The outside world had long since become a forbidden zone for ordinary people.
Only Martial Artists with powerful combat strength dared to leave the cities.
Mutated Beasts and Realm Beasts were dangerous.
But their bodies also possessed immense value.
Whether it was the corpse of a Mutated Beast or the Crystal Core of a Realm Beast.
They could all be sold for a high price.
Thus, Martial Artists traveled through the Wilderness Area outside the cities year-round, hunting Mutated Beasts.
"As long as I can kill one Mutated Beast, I'll have the corpse of ten Mutated Beasts!"
Jiang Fu's thoughts raced.
He recalled the knowledge he had learned at school.
"The most valuable part of a Tier 1 Mutated Beast, the Red-tailed Rat, is that crimson tail."
"I can first Multiply by Ten the tail, then Multiply by Ten the Red-tailed Rat..."
"That would give me a hundred Red-tailed Rat Tails!"
"...That shouldn't count as stacking Multiply by Ten, right?"
Once the thought emerged, it could no longer be stopped.
Jiang Fu wished he could fly to the Wilderness Area immediately.
The Red-tailed Rat was merely the lowest-level Tier 1 Mutated Beast.
Moreover, it was the lowest kind among Tier 1 Mutated Beasts.
Its tail was not worth much.
At most, it could be sold for a few hundred Xia Coins.
But to Jiang Fu,
one Red-tailed Rat was equivalent to a hundred tails!
A hundredfold profit!
No, I have to stay calm!
Jiang Fu slowed his pace.
My current level is only equivalent to that of a Quasi-Martial Artist.
The only thing I can rely on is that 1,000 Spirit Power.
I wonder what level that is.
Being able to control the elevator doors should... still count as pretty good, right?
Jiang Fu patted his trouser pocket.
It was completely empty.
There was nothing inside.
No phone, and no wallet.
I'll go back first and figure things out from there.
Jiang Fu left the hospital.
Then he broke into a run toward home.
His current Qi-Blood Value was 70.
That was equivalent to a Quasi-Martial Artist.
It exceeded that of an ordinary person.
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