Shrek's Guesses

"Prepare to eat... fa..." Zhao Wuji looked at the little monsters present, his brows furrowing. "Where is Fatty?"

The five of them exchanged glances.

Dai Mubai said, "I saw Fatty still buried under his covers when I woke up this morning. Should I go call him?"

"I'll go call him," Tang San said.

With Zhao Wuji's nod, he turned to head upstairs, only to see a round-faced fellow with a face swollen beyond recognition, walking with a wide, cautious stance as he descended the stairs.

"Fat? Fatty?!" Tang San looked in surprise at the person carefully taking one step at a time; that red leather outfit could only belong to Ma Hongjun.

"Hahahaha..." The girls burst into laughter.

Watching the way Fatty walked, they could roughly guess what he had endured.

"Fatty, what happened to you?" Dai Mubai stepped forward to ask.

As his number one lackey, he was quite concerned.

"Wuwuwu... Boss Dai..." Ma Hongjun hugged Dai Mubai's thigh and began to wail. As tears streamed down his cheeks, he felt another wave of sharp pain.

"Here, eat a recovery sausage first," Oscar said, thoughtfully handing him a small sausage.

"Thanks..." Fatty ate the sausage, but the injuries on his face didn't diminish at all. Instead, he pulled at his crotch, wincing in pain.

"Fatty, what exactly happened?" Tang San asked with a stern face.

He, Dai Mubai, and Fatty all shared a room; for such a commotion to occur, he and Dai Mubai hadn't noticed a thing.

"Wuwuwu, it's like this..." Fatty tearfully recounted the events of last night.

Heaven knows how he had survived the night.

His cries for help went unanswered by heaven or earth.

Two men in black had held him down and beaten him, while Tang San and Boss Dai slept soundly right beside them.

Fatty felt he had never been so desperate in his life.

After hearing Fatty's description, everyone's expressions darkened, especially Tang San and Dai Mubai's.

They had been in the same room, yet they hadn't noticed a thing during Fatty's miserable experience last night.

The next second, they felt a sense of relief that they had remained unscathed.

"With such methods, I fear even a Titled Douluo might not be able to pull it off," Zhao Wuji said, his own face swollen, his heart filled with shock.

Such methods were truly formidable.

He looked at Ma Hongjun, who was in an even worse state than himself, and felt inexplicably comforted.

Indeed, comparison breeds injury.

"Wuwu... brothers, you must stand up for me!" Ma Hongjun sobbed. "Teacher Zhao, avenge me!"

Scanning the crowd, he saw the person with a similarly swollen face and rubbed his eyes, exclaiming in horror, "Te... Teacher Zhao!!"

Zhao Wuji nodded with a dark face.

"Fatty, and Teacher Zhao, do you have any impression of the two who attacked last night?" Tang San asked with a cold face, an aura of killing intent radiating from him.

In his view, such conduct from those two was a path to self-destruction.

"We cannot let this grudge go unavenged!" Ning Rongrong added indignantly from the side.

The others nodded as well; their group of little monsters had never been humiliated like this before.

"They were two young men, covered tightly from head to toe. Their methods were very powerful; even I couldn't struggle at all," Zhao Wuji said after some thought.

He had been like a lamb waiting for the slaughter.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Little monsters, there is always someone better, and a sky beyond the sky. You all need to grow up quickly."

This time, they had truly kicked an iron plate.

The group nodded with heavy expressions.

Ma Hongjun rubbed his face and whispered a rebuttal, "But why do I feel like they were two old hags..."

"Fatty, what do you mean?" Fatty's words successfully caught Tang San's attention.

"Well... they had the scent of women on them. Although they deliberately changed their voices, the scent doesn't lie," Ma Hongjun replied.

Having chased so many girls, he was extremely sensitive to women's perfume.

"Women..." Tang San lowered his head in thought. For some reason, the figures of the two women from earlier that day flashed through his mind.

He shook his head, feeling it was impossible.

Those two young ladies were at most level 40-something Spirit Ancestors. Although their spirit rings were unique, they were clearly no match for Teacher Zhao Wuji, who had 76 levels of spirit power.

As for the other little girl, her spirit power was at most under level 30.

"With so many of us, why were it specifically Fatty and Teacher Zhao? If it were targeting Shrek Academy, why would they spare me and Boss Dai when we were in the same room?"

"Could it be that Fatty and Teacher Zhao offended someone, and this was retaliation?" Ning Rongrong asked cautiously.

She currently felt like an outsider in Shrek, and was not very well-liked.

"Canghui Academy!?" Dai Mubai blurted out, then shook his head. "Impossible. If it were really them, they would have attacked during the day; why wait until night?"

"No! It must have something to do with Canghui Academy!" Zhao Wuji stated firmly.

He had just beaten up the people from Canghui Academy during the day, and now he had been beaten up at night—how could it be such a coincidence?!

"Could it be those two strange women from earlier today?" Xiao Wu asked suddenly, toying with her braid.

She still held a grudge against those two for their "rabbit-eating" threat!

"Impossible, they don't have that kind of strength," Dai Mubai said, his face turning livid.

Whenever he thought of those two women, he remembered the thousands of gold soul coins he had been swindled out of. Although it wasn't a huge amount, suffering such a silent loss was truly infuriating.

"A level fifty Soul Ancestor..." Tang San shook his head; it was clearly impossible.

"Let's stop dwelling on this. If they have a grudge against us, they'll show up sooner or later. The priority is to find a spirit ring and return to the academy," Oscar suggested.

It was supposed to be a simple training exercise; he hadn't expected something like this to happen.

"Pack up! Let's move," Zhao Wuji nodded, speaking sternly with his hands behind his back.

Yet, with his face swollen like a pig's head, he looked rather comical.

On the other side, Qingxi dragged someone out of bed early in the morning.

"Master, I've only slept for two hours..." Dugu Yan said, her face full of exhaustion.

She only had herself to blame for being loose-lipped two days ago, which led to her master keeping her up all night discussing alchemy insights.

"Let's go! Come with me to buy some good things." Qingxi pulled the listless girl out of the hotel.

Dugu Yan followed behind Qingxi, wandering around until she watched her run to the Spirit Hall to collect six years of backlogged subsidies.

Before they left, the old gatekeeper held her hand earnestly and said, "Little girl, it's been six years. I thought you were dead. It's good that you're back alive..."

Qingxi smiled and bid the old man farewell.

Dugu Yan finally woke up a bit, her expression complex. "Master, are you that short on money?"

"What do you think?" She rolled her eyes at Dugu Yan, draped an arm over her shoulder, and headed toward the Soto City Auction House.

"Master..." Dugu Yan's expression remained complicated. "Have you never thought about selling pills?"

Even ordinary pills were a significant source of wealth in the Douluo Continent, where alchemical culture was scarce.

Not to mention, her master could even refine grade-six pills.

"Guess where we're headed in this direction?" Qingxi asked casually.

Dugu Yan looked at the tall, black building not far ahead—the Soto City Auction House.

She silently tucked the black gold card she had just pulled from her purse back inside.

Fine, she had originally intended to give her master half of the money she made from selling pills, but it seemed that wouldn't be necessary now.

Her master was already capable of earning her own money.

"Actually, I've made quite a bit of money selling grade-two Spirit Nourishing Pills. If you're short on cash, Master, I could..."

"No need." Qingxi refused without a second thought.

A grade-two Spirit Nourishing Pill could restore the full spirit power and stamina of any spirit master below the Soul King level, though one could only use one every six hours.

While such pills sold well, they wouldn't fetch a high price in the short term.

What she was going to sell today was a different kind of pill.

The two found an alleyway, donned their black cloaks, and then strolled to the entrance of the auction house.

"Master, what exactly are you going to sell?"

"You'll know in a moment," Qingxi whispered in reply.

Just then, a slightly aged male voice sounded from behind them.

"Yan'er?"