Chapter Fourteen: Freestyle Wrestling Competition

Meng Zu checked the time and found that only one minute had passed, though it felt much longer to him—at least half an hour. Mage Daniel explained that time flowed differently in every dimensional world; only one minute had passed on Earth.

Meng Zu rose from the meditation cushion and stretched. Once his soul returned to his body, he immediately felt much more grounded.

Mage Daniel sat on his cushion, sipping tea. "All right. Your problem has been solved. It's time for you to leave."

Meng Zu's movements instantly froze. How heartless. I'm a guest, aren't I? Aren't you going to show me around the Sanctum and let me see if there are any magical artifacts?

As though he had seen through Meng Zu's thoughts, Mage Daniel said, "The Sanctum generally does not receive outsiders. The only reason you were allowed to come this time was because the Sorcerer Supreme ordered it."

Meng Zu thought for a moment before asking, "I understand, Mage Daniel. How can I use this mark to absorb that energy in the future?"

"You have already absorbed that energy once. After you return, as long as you calm yourself and carefully sense it, you will be able to draw that energy in. Also, your body does not absorb energy as quickly as your soul does."

"I'll remember that." Although it was a little disappointing that he had not gotten to look around the New York Sanctum, gaining a way to increase his energy was already an enormous reward. Meng Zu said gratefully to Mage Daniel, "Thank you so much, Mage Daniel. I'll be leaving now."

Just as Meng Zu was about to turn and leave, Mage Daniel spoke again. "If you encounter a difficult problem like the one from the day before yesterday, you can come to the Sanctum and find us."

Meng Zu understood that Mage Daniel meant things like Mary Shaw and the others. Ordinary vengeful spirits could be dealt with using a few Holy Light bullets, but Mary Shaw and the others were completely beyond his ability to handle. The red phantom that had appeared at the end had been even more dangerous.

"Then thank you, Mage Daniel." Meng Zu smiled gratefully. If he encountered something like that during a mission in the future, he could at least be considered someone with backing.

Mage Daniel smiled and reminded him, "Keep that business card safe. You can only find the Sanctum through it."

"I'll keep it safe. Goodbye, Mage Daniel."

Mage Daniel did not get up to see Meng Zu off. Along the way, Meng Zu never saw the Black mage named Ruoya. Although he was alone, Meng Zu did not do anything unnecessary. This was the Sanctum, after all. Perhaps they could see his every move.

When he arrived at the Sanctum's entrance, Meng Zu turned back for one last look before pushing open the door and leaving.

At the front desk of the New York Continental Hotel, the Black concierge Charon smiled and said, "Meng Zu, your performance over the past six months has been truly impressive. If you weren't so picky, I believe you could become a legendary assassin in another year at most."

Meng Zu shrugged. "Can't be helped. Everyone has their own rules. That's just how I am."

Charon looked through the mission list on his phone. "Then that's a pity. It seems there aren't any missions this time that meet your requirements."

Meng Zu considered it for a moment, then said, "Say, Charon, we've known each other for two years now. Could you send missions that meet my requirements directly to my phone in the future? That way, I won't have to come here every time."

Charon shook his head. "That's not possible. Information on mission targets must be settled in person. Those are the rules."

"All right, then. I'll be going." Since there were no suitable missions, Meng Zu turned and left the Continental Hotel.

Although Meng Zu had registered as a member of the Continental Hotel and missions were sent to his phone whenever they became available, he had his own bottom line. The targets he accepted had to deserve death, and determining whether they did required detailed information on the target.

Although the Continental Hotel claimed to be a neutral assassins' guild, whenever someone posted a bounty there, the hotel investigated both the client and the target before creating the mission. On one hand, it needed to confirm that the client had enough money to pay the reward. On the other, it needed to make sure the bounty target was not someone they could not afford to offend.

What if the target was a high-ranking government official or a wealthy man like Tony Stark? If something happened to them and the bounty had come from the Continental Hotel, the hotel would definitely face unbearable retaliation.

Therefore, the Continental Hotel kept information on both sides of every bounty mission. That information was confidential, and anyone who wanted to see it had to pay gold coins.

All services at the Continental Hotel were settled in person. For example, lodging required payment in gold coins, whether you paid before checking in or after you had finished resting. In any case, everything had to be paid in full before you walked out of the Continental Hotel.

Time always passed quickly. Half a year had gone by since Meng Zu left the New York Sanctum. Every half month, before going to sleep at night, he would sit cross-legged on the meditation cushion in his study for half an hour to meditate and absorb that energy.

Of course, it was not that Meng Zu was satisfied with meditating for only half an hour. He had discovered that he could only draw in a single strand of energy, and it took half an hour to absorb it. After absorbing it, he could not absorb any more. His body seemed to be saturated, and he had to wait another half month before absorbing the next strand.

Although it differed from what he had expected, Meng Zu eventually came to terms with it. He was already getting a good deal. His energy increased by ten points a month, which meant one hundred and twenty points a year. Before this, he had not been able to increase his energy by even a single point. One should be content with what one had.

Over the past six months, aside from going to the detective agency to take on assignments, Meng Zu went to the Continental Hotel about once a week to accept missions. He had never been willing to spend the employment points he earned, and he now had 2,910 points.

Meng Zu planned to do a high-level ten-pull once he had saved up ten thousand employment points.

At eight o'clock that night, Meng Zu arrived at the Freedom Detective Agency.

After going upstairs, he saw Yang Hai organizing documents. Meng Zu asked, "Xiao Hai, why haven't you left yet? It's already eight."

"I'm done already." Yang Hai put the documents into a cabinet, locked it, and closed it.

The two went downstairs and drove away from the agency. Sitting in the passenger seat, Meng Zu stared boredly out the window and said, "I really don't understand you. Why do you want to watch a freestyle wrestling competition?"

Yang Hai laughed as he drove. "Hehe, I drew two tickets today. Might as well use them."

Boring!

Meng Zu could not help rolling his eyes. That so-called freestyle wrestling competition was not entertaining at all in his eyes. Only ordinary people like Yang Hai would be interested in watching it.

Yang Hai had originally wanted to go with his father, Yang Guang, but Uncle Yang was a retired mercenary and naturally had no interest in it. He refused without hesitation.

So Yang Hai called Meng Zu and asked him to go watch the competition with him. Meng Zu happened to have nothing to do that night, and after enduring Yang Hai's repeated pleading, he agreed to accompany him.