471. Experiment

The following morning.

Sulu opened his eyes. "The feeling of exhaustion... an ordinary person's body... it feels so familiar..."

Originally, after undergoing the extraordinary Baptism, a professional's need for sleep and rest is minimal, especially after reaching the fifth rank.

But now, he's suddenly back to being an ordinary person.

Because I stayed up too late playing on my phone last night, I woke up this morning feeling not refreshed, but rather dizzy, lightheaded, and weak.

After quickly washing up in front of the mirror, I saw a young man with a dazed look in his eyes and a stubble beard. His features were only average; the kind of person you could easily lose in a crowd.

"What a miserable life..."

Sulu patted his face, went outside, and slammed the roller shutter shut.

Although business is slow, this small shop operates for all three meals, selling steamed buns and soy milk in the morning.

For Bai Jing, it naturally meant getting up before dawn every day to work and witness the city's Dawn.

But Sulu?

I'm in a bad mood, I'm not working!

He casually picked up a piece of paper, wrote a few words, stuck it on the door, and then left.

Shortly after he left.

More and more pedestrians appeared in the surrounding area, and a white-collar woman yawned as she approached the shop.

Li Weiwei is not a foodie.

She just happened to live nearby, one of the countless cogs in the machine of the big city.

Every day, due to the heavy pressure of working overtime, I get up very late in the morning, my work hours are very tight, and I don't like the several stalls around me that require queuing.

She isn't too picky about taste, as long as it's clean, that's fine with her, and she especially hates the feeling of waiting.

Therefore, she was a regular at Bai Jing Restaurant in the morning—which shows how badly the restaurant was doing, as it was said that there was no need to wait during the prime breakfast hours, and you could get a seat as soon as you walked in!

But today, Li Weiwei stood at the closed roller shutter door, looking at the white paper pasted on it, feeling somewhat disheveled in the wind.

"Feeling down, closing today?"

She thought of the restaurant's chef, a handsome young man. "Is it fake? If the chef doesn't run a restaurant, does he have a fortune waiting to be inherited? Or has the business already gone out of business?"

She stomped her foot, clearly annoyed, and walked towards another crowded breakfast stall: 'Hmph... Even if you open, I'm never coming here again.'

There were no unexpected events in Sulu's life, nor did he inherit a fortune of hundreds of millions.

He had almost nothing; he didn't even have four figures in his bank account!

But he just indulged himself and had a great time all day.

After fully experiencing the hustle and bustle of the city, Sulu was certain that the technology on Blue Star was similar to the technology he had before he transmigrated here.

Basically, everything that was expected to appear has appeared.

"There's no loophole left to exploit..."

Sulu boarded the bus with some regret, beginning to worry about making a living.

Every world has its own unique rules.

In this world, supernatural powers are forbidden. Not only are Gulam Language and Ancient Hebraic forbidden, but even Words of Arrogance have lost their original effect.

He's just an ordinary person now; you could kill him with a few knives, let alone a handgun.

"The first Spirit Tide... I wonder when it will arrive..."

With a slight sigh, Sulu got off the bus, like a lost young man often seen in a big city, and returned to his small shop with sleepwalking steps.

"Um?"

It was already night, but by the orange glow of the streetlights, Sulu could still see two figures crouching in front of his small shop.

'No way? With Bai Jing's cooking skills, he actually has such loyal customers?'

Sulu walked over. "You two!"

"That's him!"

"Bai Jing, don't even think about running!"

Upon seeing Sulu, the two figures immediately stood up, their voices filled with excitement.

"Hmm? Who are you?"

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the two men were tall and burly, with menacing faces; they were clearly not good people, the kind who could scare children to tears.

But having lived for generations, Sulu naturally knew that judging people by their appearance was extremely inaccurate.

Some people are good-looking but have the heart of a beast, while others are extremely ugly but have a very soft heart.

Of course, there are counterexamples, such as these two.

"We're from a microfinance company, Bai Jing! You're overdue, and with interest, you owe 14,000! Where's the money? Why aren't you answering the phone?"

One of them, wearing a floral shirt, said menacingly.

"A debt collector? My phone is off today." Sulu frowned. "Also... I remember I didn't borrow 8,000 in total, right? And I've already paid back several installments."

Of course, he also knew that this kind of company could easily come up with all sorts of excuses to inflate interest and handling fees to terrifying levels, and in the end, the interest rate would still be within the legally supported range!

"Nonsense! Are you going to pay me back or not?"

The young man in the floral shirt glanced around, gave an OK sign, and said, "No security cameras, no passersby taking pictures! Do whatever you want!"

"I have no money!"

Sulu rolled his eyes and told the truth.

Why should I repay money I borrowed through my own abilities?

"Kid..."

The man in the floral shirt stepped forward, cracking his knuckles as he did so. "Do you want us to beat you up, strip you naked, and post the photos on social media?"

"Is this... violent debt collection?"

Sulu frowned. "I feel my personal safety has been violated. Can I exercise self-defense?"

"You still dare to resist?"

The man in the floral shirt felt like he'd encountered a lunatic. He reached for Sulu's collar with his right hand, ready to slap him a few times.

But at that moment, Sulu's eyes turned cold.

He let the other person grab his collar, then clasped his hands together and pressed down on the other person's elbow joint.

The fierce force caused the floral shirt to involuntarily lean forward and fall.

Bang!

He saw a knee come hurtling towards him, hitting him squarely in the chest.

Snap!

The man in the floral shirt rolled backward violently to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

His underlings were also stunned, never expecting that Bai Jing, this young man, would dare to fight back, and so fiercely at that.

"What? Want to come again?"

Sulu's breathing was slightly heavy; even simple movements were a burden on this body.

However, the opponent clearly lacked combat experience, so at this point it came down to who was more ruthless and faster.

"You... you still dare to hit someone?"

The floral shirt screamed.

"I recorded it all. You guys started it!"

Sulu took out his phone, smiled, and turned off the functions. "I was just acting in self-defense... Besides, I know a few techniques that will make you feel more pain, but without leaving a single scratch for medical examination."

He stepped forward, found a few spots, and kicked them.

"Ah..."

A piercing scream rang out, causing Sulu to frown. He grabbed a piece of cloth and stuffed it into her mouth. "And you!"

He looked at the underling. "Don't be afraid, there won't be any injuries. I just want you to help me with my experiment..."

A moment later, the two figures, supporting each other, fled the street in a disheveled state.

Sulu open the roller shutter door, went back into the house as if nothing had happened, and looked at the Attribute Panel, a hint of joy appearing on his face:

[XP:20]