Freestyle Wrestling Tournament

Meng Zu checked the time and found that only one minute had passed, yet it had felt like a long time to him—at least half an hour. Mage Daniel explained that time flowed differently in each dimensional world; only one minute had passed here on Earth.

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

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

Meng Zu froze midway through his movement. How heartless. I'm a guest, at least show me around the Sanctum. Let me see whether there are any magical artifacts.

Mage Daniel seemed to see through Meng Zu's thoughts. "The Sanctum does not usually receive outsiders. You were only allowed to come this time because the Sorcerer Supreme instructed it."

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

"You have already absorbed that energy once. Once you return, simply calm your mind and carefully sense it, and you will be able to draw that energy in. Also, your body absorbs energy much more slowly than your soul."

"I'll remember that." Although it was a pity that he had not been able 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 very much, Mage Daniel. I'll be leaving now."

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

Meng Zu understood that Mage Daniel was referring to things like Mary Shaw. Ordinary vengeful spirits could indeed be dealt with using a few rounds of Holy Light Ammunition, but Mary Shaw and the others were far beyond what he could handle. The red phantom that had appeared at the end was even more dangerous.

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

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

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

Mage Daniel did not rise to see Meng Zu off. Along the way, Meng Zu never saw the Black mage named Ruo Ya. Though he was alone, Meng Zu did not do anything unnecessary. After all, this was the Sanctum. They might be able to see his every move.

When he reached the Sanctum's entrance, Meng Zu looked back at it one last time before pushing open the door and leaving.

At the front desk of the New York Continental Hotel, the Black man Charon smiled and said, "Meng Zu, your performance over the past half year has been truly outstanding. If you were not so picky, I believe you could become a Legendary Killer in at most another year."

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 unfortunate. It seems there are no missions this time that meet your requirements."

Meng Zu considered it for a moment. "Say, Charon, we've known each other for two years. Could you send missions that meet my requirements directly to my phone from now on? That would save me from having to come here every time."

Charon shook his head. "That won't work. Information on mission targets must be settled on-site. Those are the rules."

"All right, then. I'll be going." Since there were no missions that met his requirements, Meng Zu turned around 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 be people who deserved to die. To determine whether a target deserved to die, he needed to review their detailed information.

Although the Continental Hotel claimed to be a neutral assassin guild, whenever someone posted a bounty through it, the Continental Hotel investigated both the client and the target before creating the mission. On one hand, it was to determine whether the client had enough money to pay the reward. On the other, it was to make sure the target was not someone they could not afford to offend.

If the bounty target happened to be a high-ranking government official or a wealthy man like Tony Stark, then should anything happen to that person, and the bounty had been issued through the Continental Hotel, the hotel would surely face unbearable retaliation.

Therefore, the Continental Hotel had information on both parties involved in every bounty mission. This information was confidential, and anyone who wanted to see it had to spend gold coins.

All Continental Hotel services were settled on-site. For example, lodging required payment in gold coins. Whether you paid before checking in or after finishing your stay, everything had to be paid in full before you walked out of the Continental Hotel.

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

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

Although this was different from what he had expected, Meng Zu eventually came to terms with it. He was already making a profit. Ten energy points per month meant 120 energy points in a year. Before this, he had not been able to increase his energy by even one point. Being content brought happiness.

During these six months, aside from taking cases at the Free Detective Agency, Meng Zu went to the Continental Hotel almost every week to accept missions. He had been reluctant to spend the Contract Points he earned, and he now had 2,910 points.

Meng Zu thought that once he saved up ten thousand Contract Points, he would do a high-level ten-pull draw.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Meng Zu arrived at the Free Detective Agency.

After going up to the second floor, he saw Yang Hai sorting through documents. Meng Zu asked, "Xiao Hai, why haven't you left yet? It's already eight."

"Done. I've finished up." Yang Hai put the documents into a cabinet, locked it, and shut the door.

The two went downstairs, got into the car, and left the agency. Sitting in the passenger seat, Meng Zu boredly looked out the window and said, "I really don't get you. Why do you want to watch a freestyle wrestling tournament?"

Yang Hai drove while laughing. "Hehe, didn't I win two tickets today? It'd be a waste not to use them."

How boring!

Meng Zu could not help rolling his eyes. In his opinion, that so-called freestyle wrestling tournament was not entertaining in the slightest. 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 such things. He refused without hesitation.

Yang Hai then called Meng Zu and asked him to accompany him to the match. Meng Zu happened to have nothing to do that evening, and unable to withstand Yang Hai's repeated pleas, he agreed to go with him.

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