Wu Heng twisted his body like a snake, dodging Qi Pangzi's attack.
Then, seizing the opportunity, his fist roared like a cannon, about to strike the fat man's skinny head...
The fat on Fatty Qi's chest suddenly surged up and bulged along his shoulders.
It was as if two fan blades had enveloped his head, like he was wearing a helmet of fat.
Wu Heng slammed his fist hard onto the helmet.
Not only did it fail to injure its opponent, but the strong rebound force also caused it to stagger a step.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fatty Qi swept his head directly towards Wu Heng.
His head, which was the size of a watermelon and covered in fat, was so large that it was as big as a water tank when Wu Heng swung it and the fat kept pouring into it.
Its thin body, swinging its enormous head, looked just like a plastic hammer.
There's no way to avoid it!
Wu Heng was hit by this horizontal shove attack and flew backward like a bowling ball for three meters before hanging on the wall and sliding to the ground.
At this moment, the black-robed fat man Qi stopped his attack.
He stood quietly in place, his original thin-headed and plump appearance restored, with a calm expression.
Wu Heng landed on both feet and quickly assumed a defensive posture, like a fighting rooster.
Of course, all of this was just for show; otherwise, even if the fat man's body fat could bounce back, that punch he just threw would have been enough to smash the other man's head.
"Hehe, brother, not bad at all, worthy of being a psionicist of our flesh-based system."
"What's there to be wary of? We're all brothers. Let's just test our skills a bit. What, you want to fight? No, no, we can't let things get heated."
Fatty Qi laughed heartily, waved his hand, and with a friendly expression, indicated that the fight was over.
Upon hearing this, Wu Heng seemed relieved and lowered his guard.
Fatty Qi turned to look at Cai Baosheng and said:
"Master Cai, your second disciple is truly remarkable. Even with my second-tier strength, I couldn't easily defeat him. I only managed to gain an advantage through some cunning. He's considered top-tier even among first-tier disciples."
Cai Baosheng, who had been staring in disbelief, finally came to his senses.
Hearing this, he nodded happily, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Wu Heng was completely different from the anger he had shown when they first met; he treated him like his own son.
Only then did he realize how vast the gap was between the self-righteous 'insect feeders' and these chosen ones.
His starting point alone is the finish line that he could never reach even if he practiced hard his whole life.
More than sixty years of hard work and progress are not as valuable as a single day of good fortune for others.
Thinking of this, a bitter feeling welled up in my heart. Which martial artist doesn't want to become stronger? Alas, fate and timing are often unkind.
But considering that Kou Kun was also his apprentice, he was already luckier than others, and he said with delight:
"Haha, I never expected him to have such strength. I'm afraid my master couldn't even withstand a single punch."
Fatty Qi turned to Wu Heng and said, "Brother, my name is Qi Bian, my nickname is Skinny Pig, and my ability is fat transporter."
"I don't know if Master Cai told you, but we're from Crescent Company. Our boss is a near-Level 4 figure, one of the top in Beiquan City."
"Brother, you're decisive and straightforward. I'll be frank too. We've recruited three more Extreme Warriors these past two days. If they join us, you can lead them as captains, how about that?"
Wu Heng glanced at Cai Baosheng, then at Xueli, as if these two were very important to him, before nodding.
"Sure, but no thanks to the captain. I don't like being around people."
Seeing this, Qi Bian, the skinny pig, was even more satisfied with Wu Heng.
He cares so much about his master and junior sister, and has people on his mind; he doesn't like power, has good personal strength, and has potential for development; most importantly, he's a straightforward and honest guy without any guile.
Everyone loves to use this kind of person.
"Okay, then I'll give you the position of team leader on temporary assignment. You can collect all the benefits you're entitled to, and I'll take care of the arrangements. Do you want to pack up and go back now, or should I give you a day or two off?"
"It's not that I'm forcing you, but we really are short-handed these days. Going early will benefit you; you'll get a piece of the pie!" Skinny Pig said with a mysterious smile.
"Let's set off now. I don't have any personal belongings, so I don't need to bring bedding or anything, right?"
"No need, no need. Those things are all made of top-quality fabric. You can have as many sets as you want."
Upon hearing this, Wu Heng nodded in satisfaction, said something to Cai Baosheng, and then turned and walked towards the door.
"Hey, Master Cai, please continue eating. I'll have someone bring over a table of food from the Peach Blossom Feast later; these dishes are getting cold."
The skinny pig cupped his hands in greeting and didn't mention the old man's enlistment again. After all, when he first entered, the old man's expression was as if he were being greeted as a plague god, showing no desire to go at all.
Now that we have better options, there's no need to fall out anymore.
Wu Heng and his group got into two black luxury sedans, each with a driver, and drove along Yao Capital Street towards Dragon Hidden District.
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One hour later,
Inside the opulent Dragon Hidden Clubhouse, Wu Heng had already met with some of the New Moon Organization's employees.
Qi Bian, nicknamed "Skinny Pig," is the manager of the security department.
In addition to the normal sales departments, such companies may also have departments like security, governance, and information.
The people in these departments are the real core.
New Moon is indeed much stronger than Dark Snow. The heads of each department are all at the third rank, and the boss, Ji Quansheng, is said to be on the verge of reaching the fourth rank at any time.
However, this time, the other party also left the company, taking two department heads with them.
" Kun, what would you like to drink? I'll get you some water while I'm at it."
Inside the department, which was decorated like a reception room, Wu Heng and the three Extremes assigned to him sat together.
The one who spoke was a refined middle-aged man wearing glasses, with delicate features, looking like a scholar from ancient times. He It Comes a day earlier than Wu Heng and was already familiar with the surroundings.
But elegance is just an outward appearance; in reality, he is an expert fighter and an extreme fighter.
"Orange juice, please!"
Wu Heng nodded, glanced around, and realized he was getting tired of dealing with interpersonal relationships.
I kept telling myself to be patient a little longer, that it was all for the sake of convenience later.
You can't just disappear on the first day.
As evening fell, the skinny pig, panting heavily, found Wu Heng and mysteriously said:
"Hey bro, didn't I tell you, the earlier you come, the more cake you get? Come on, let me show you!"
Wu Heng was led into a meeting room on the second floor. There were about 12 people sitting inside, and the one at the head of the group was a young man wearing long black leather gloves on both wrists.
The other person was rather thin, but his whole body exuded a fierce aura, like a standing black eagle.
"Minister, this is my good brother who joined today. He's almost at level 2. We've trained together." Skinny Pig introduced Wu Heng to the other party.
Upon hearing that they were approaching the second tier, the young man instantly smiled, as if he had sheathed a blade and concealed its sharpness.
"You've come at the perfect time! Please take a seat and let's all welcome you. Brother, you've arrived at just the right moment."
After the applause subsided, the young man continued with the topic he had just discussed:
"The Dark Snow Building was emptied this time, and Wu Zhan, the leader of the other side, is not here. We are the closest to them, and as neighbors, we have the right to temporarily take over their company's business."
"No matter It Comes, we're in the right. So today's meeting is to share the burden and help keep things going for our neighbor. We'll talk more after the neighbor goes home."
Wu Heng was speechless when he heard this. He hadn't expected that the benefit the other party mentioned was simply picking up the bone he had thrown away.
Although he had purged all the people from Dark Snow Company, the ordinary employees who were still operating normally were mostly unharmed; the only problem was the lack of someone in charge.
Dark Snow's business scope includes pharmaceuticals, catering, and entertainment.
Only now did Wu Heng realize that this world had long been controlled by this group of psionicists and Tower Guardian, regardless of their profession.
No matter how hard ordinary people try, they will inevitably reach a certain level.
This is determined by power.
Wu Heng listened to the entire meeting with boredom. Even as a newcomer, he was assigned the management authority of a bar street.
However, he basically doesn't need to manage it; he can just wait to collect the money.
Unlike the underground, rat-like criminal organizations in his previous life that collected protection money, the one Wu Heng was assigned to was a legitimate business, with even the initial investment coming from Dark Snow.
As for the part about the black market, it was directly dismantled and destroyed by New Moon.
Most organizations make money legitimately, while organizations like Dark Snow, which engage in both shady and ethical practices, are despised by many.
This is also why society hasn't completely fallen into chaos yet.
"That was our Security Department Minister, Zhuang Qifeng, also known as the Black Hand.' Never call him by his name; he really dislikes that name."
After finishing the meeting, the skinny pig gave Wu Heng some more instructions before turning to leave.
Wu Heng rested in his private room while pondering his next move.
The chaos is beginning to emerge, and an atmosphere of anxiety seems to permeate the air. How long can these strange things deceive the public?
Once exposed, it will inevitably bring despair to countless ordinary people.
Wu Heng thought for a long time, but still couldn't come up with any clues.
He didn't know what the Land of Absurdity was, how reality would change in three years, what the Lighthouse was, or what the darkness outside the Lighthouse was.
Too many unresolved issues prevented him from forming a coherent plan.
The only conclusion I could draw was to 'become stronger'.
Wu Heng, who was resting with his eyes closed until midnight, was woken up by a phone call. He looked at the contact name and saw that it was the scholar-looking extreme athlete calling.
"What's wrong?" Wu Heng asked, somewhat puzzled.
He had only met this person today; what important matter could there be in the middle of the night?
" Kun, something happened at the bar we just got assigned to, someone died!" It Comes the scholar's serious voice from the other end of the phone.
Upon hearing this, Wu Heng was too lazy to care about such matters. Deaths were common occurrences, and he had no interest in worrying about others' affairs. So he said:
"Someone has died. Are you going to call the police? Just follow the normal procedures."
"Useless Kun, even if we report it, it'll probably just be handed over to us to handle ourselves!"
" Kun, we've just arrived and we're already getting so many benefits. Do you know why? It's because those people from Dark Snow Company are all dead, and their deaths weren't normal." The voice on the other end of the phone was lowered.
Wu Heng thought to himself, "Who could know better than me whether the deaths of the people from Dark Snow Company were normal or not?"
However, judging from the scholar's tone, it seemed that the person who was about to die was not dying a normal death.
"What do you mean?" His attitude became serious.
"The deaths of these people are basically the same as those of the people from Dark Snow Company, but they weren't from Dark Snow. We're probably in trouble. Kun, I'm going back to the company right away. We'll discuss the details then."
"OK!."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Heng immediately got out of bed, put on his slippers, and sat on the sofa. His expression turned cold.
It's not that someone died, but the key issue is that their deaths resembled those of the Dark Snow people?
The problem is, he didn't kill anyone today.
Is someone deliberately framing him?
Wu Heng's first reaction was that there was a conspiracy, that someone wanted to harm him, and his subconscious thought was to leave, get away from this place, and hide.
But I don't understand what the other party's reasons or motives are.
He didn't think that he had already exposed himself, and that his fear was not so easily seen through.
After thinking for a moment, Wu Heng dialed the number of the skinny pig. Since there was a superior in this situation, he should naturally go to the superior first.
Just like a scholar, you should seek him out first.
Fifteen minutes later, Wu Heng and the skinny pig were already sitting in the department's meeting room.
Accompanying them were three scholars, as well as two people brought by the skinny pig.
"Scholar, tell me in detail," said the skinny pig.
The scholar nodded upon hearing this and said:
"It's my shift these past two days. I was resting at the hotel just now when someone from my department came to me and said there had been an accident at the Silver Crane Tower in Flat Bay, and six people had died."
"The place was under renovation and hadn't officially opened yet. I was on patrol when I saw the door open late at night, and it was pitch black inside. I thought it had been burgled, so I went in to check and found someone dead."
"The two employees who stayed behind, and the four workers who worked through the night laying soundproofing materials, were all murdered."
"All six of them had ashen faces, bulging eyes, and stiff, blackened bodies, as if they had instantly lost their energy and died of fright."
The scholar, having finished speaking in one breath, seemed to have thought of something. He took out six photos of the scene from his pocket, the gruesome state of the corpses perfectly matching his description.
Upon hearing this, the skinny pig turned to look at the two people beside him.
The two men he brought both wore name tags on their clothes that read "Information Department".
One of the men, who was wearing glasses, pushed a pile of paper documents in his hand to the center of the table.
"This is the seventh such incident discovered so far, and information about it is currently being suppressed."
"This first incident occurred in the area where Mountain Pool City and Beiquan City meet."
"The time was 2 a. m. on September 26, and 13 people were killed at that time."
"As for the second time, it was at the end of a street in Lingshui District, and the third time was at the Dark Snow Building."
Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Wu Heng's eyes, and he memorized the location perfectly.
These practices were never made public, and he didn't dare to frequently go to the Lighthouse to check things related to the Beiquan City, after all, everyone in the Lighthouse was a shrewd and calculating person.
Geese leave their tracks in the air; given enough time, they will surely be discovered.
After the man with glasses finished speaking, another person next to him also spoke up:
"So this isn't the first time it's happened. The other party is actually harming people randomly. The murders of employees of Dark Snow Building and the fourth external member are likely just coincidental connections."
" The Occult Bureau is also investigating, but so far there haven't been two murders in the same place in quick succession. Our people just need to be careful when they go out."
The skinny pig nodded to the two men, signaling them to go first, then looked at the people present and sighed helplessly:
"It's best if we don't investigate or provoke anything like this, as long as none of our people die."
"You'll see later, this kind of thing happens very often."
"Everyone should get some rest. As for that shop, whether you continue operating it or not is up to you. After all, money is really not that useful when it comes to life and death."
The skinny pig said something pointedly, then turned and left.
Upon returning to his room, Wu Heng immediately opened the map of Beiquan City and marked each of the murder locations on the map.
Then his face turned completely gloomy.
The first incident occurred when he completed his story mission and returned to reality, while the second occurred during his night raid on Dark Snow.
The next three or four times were his doing, but the fifth time happened in the middle section of the Beiquan Ring Expressway.
The key point is that he also passed by this highway that day.
If this is just a coincidence, then several coincidences in a row are enough for Wu Heng to take seriously.