The Collector glanced at the dazzling array of collectibles in the room and resentfully withdrew his hand.
The Farmer sneered and tapped his pipe against the table, scattering ash everywhere.
"You!" The Collector finally lost his patience and shoved aside the crimson-tasseled spear.
But just then, "Oww..."
The Farmer suddenly cried out in agony, doubling over and clutching his stomach tightly, his face pale as paper.
"It hurts! It hurts like hell!"
The Collector froze and looked at Lu Xuening in surprise. "What's wrong with him?"
"Appendicitis."
Collector: "???"
Lu Xuening explained, "Because of his ability, all external force is reflected away, so he can't undergo appendicitis surgery.
"A doctor once tried to operate on him. The moment the scalpel went down, the doctor's own stomach was cut open."
Collector: "..."
Seeing the Farmer rolling around on the floor in pain, the Collector suddenly did not feel quite so angry anymore. He even found it a little amusing.
"Are you attending the Ten Kings Conference?" Lu Xuening suddenly asked.
The Collector pondered for a moment. "I'll wait and see. I want to watch what the other Ten Kings do. If they all go, then naturally I'll go as well. But if..."
"Master." A sweet female voice interrupted the Collector.
A puppet girl dressed in a maid outfit slowly approached.
She had a slender figure, an exquisitely porcelain-white face, lifeless glassy eyes, and precise gear patterns exposed at her joints. She held a newspaper in her hands.
The Collector frowned slightly. "Can't you see I have guests? Whatever it is, tell me later."
The puppet girl did not leave. She said coldly, "Master, the top-priority target you ordered us to watch for has appeared."
"Top priority?" The Collector was briefly stunned, then his expression suddenly twisted. "The Painter has appeared?!"
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