The "Chameleon" Awakener, a Nimble Fatty

The trouble at the martial arts school alerted its owner, Wang Hongjun.

After dealing with Daniel, Wang Hongjun pulled Fang Yuan over to sit on the steps of the fighting platform.

Fang Zhenguo and Wang Hongjun were army buddies.

Fang Yuan had often visited the martial arts school as a child, so he knew Wang Hongjun well.

Wang Hongjun looked Fang Yuan up and down and said with interest, "Not bad, kid. I know that black bastard. He's a tough customer who fights in the underground matches on Bar Street. You actually managed to knock him flat. You've got some moves."

Fang Yuan scratched his head and said, a little embarrassed, "Actually, his own strength is pretty average, but his ability is strength enhancement. Once enhanced, his strength is higher than an ordinary boxer's. If he lands a clean hit, there's a good chance he'll knock you out with one punch."

Wang Hongjun was somewhat surprised. "You even know what his ability is?"

"Uh, the ability I awakened is an iris data type, so I can see it," Fang Yuan explained.

The school had already recorded his superpower trait as iris data, so there was nothing wrong with going along with that.

Of course, Fang Yuan knew very well that his ability was not as simple as ordinary iris data.

"So that's it. Iris data is a pretty rare ability. I hear the Divine Sword Bureau has someone with it who's really something," Wang Hongjun said.

Remembering his father's injury, Fang Yuan asked, "By the way, Uncle Wang, who broke my dad's bone? It wasn't that black bastard, was it?"

"Old Fang was injured? I haven't heard anything about that."

Somewhat surprised, Wang Hongjun called Manager Liu over to ask.

Manager Liu looked equally bewildered and explained, "No. Old Fang wasn't injured while he was at the school. He suddenly called a few days ago and asked to have Fang Yuan cover his shifts, but didn't say why."

"I didn't even know Old Fang was hurt. I'll go visit him when I have time," Wang Hongjun said.

"Then let me thank you for my dad, Uncle Wang."

Fang Yuan chatted a little longer, then finished work and headed home.

All along the way, Fang Yuan thought about his father's injury.

Fang Yuan knew his father's fighting skills very well. He had a solid grounding in military hand-to-hand combat, and ordinary people could not get anywhere near him.

While he was thinking about this, he suddenly felt as though someone was watching him.

He instinctively glanced back. Since it was already ten at night, there was not a soul on the street.

Yet the feeling of being watched remained.

Fang Yuan continued walking. As he passed a twenty-four-hour convenience store, he stopped and turned toward its entrance.

At the same time, he guided star power into his eyes and glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye.

He still saw no one, but he saw something that made his heart pound.

A stats panel had appeared in the darkness at the street corner.

There was no mistake.

A stats panel had appeared there, yet there was no person.

In that instant, Fang Yuan knew something had set its sights on him.

Moreover, he had only glanced over just now and had not seen the other party's stats clearly.

Fang Yuan thought rapidly, taking just 0.5 seconds to decide, then stepped into the convenience store.

He went straight to the drinks refrigerator, opened its door, and took out a bottle of fatty happy water.

At the same time, he looked through the refrigerator's glass door and focused once more on the spot where the stats panel had appeared.

This time, he finally saw the other party's stats clearly.

Name: ???

Star power level: Lv.1

Stats: Strength 12, Agility 14, Constitution 15, Spirit 14

Superpower trait: Chameleon Concealment

Skills: ???

After seeing his stalker's stats, Fang Yuan felt slightly more at ease.

Although this stalker had a stealth-type ability, his combat strength probably was not high.

Fang Yuan realized that his own ability was far too game-breaking. He could not even see the person, yet he could see their stats panel.

Moreover, he could deduce plenty of useful information from the stats.

For example, the three stats of strength, agility, and constitution.

Under normal circumstances, people with more flesh had higher constitution, whether that flesh was muscle or fat.

In other words, muscular men and fat people both had relatively high constitution.

However, if this was a muscular man, his strength would not be only 12.

Therefore, he could deduce that this person was a fatty.

Add in his 14 agility, and that meant he was a nimble fatty.

This stalker had average combat strength, making this a clear opportunity to earn Rage points.

Fang Yuan took the cola to the counter and paid, then unscrewed the cap and drank as he walked toward the street corner where the stats panel was.

Perhaps because light reduced the effectiveness of the "Chameleon" ability, this Awakener had stayed hidden in a dark corner.

Fang Yuan walked over. As he passed the "Chameleon" Awakener, he deliberately kicked a stone, stumbled, and spat a mouthful of cola straight onto his head.

Rage points +10.

Holding back his laughter, Fang Yuan cursed the stone on the ground, then kicked it away, sending it into the "Chameleon" Awakener's forehead.

Rage points +20.

The "Chameleon" Awakener cursed inwardly and tried to slip away along the foot of the wall.

Fang Yuan lifted his foot and stepped right onto the top of his foot, applying a little force.

The pressure made the "Chameleon" Awakener want to curse his mother, but he did not dare forcibly pull his foot free.

Rage points +20.

Suppressing his laughter, Fang Yuan looked around. Seeing that this was a dark street corner, he made as though he was about to relieve himself and reached for his zipper.

When the "Chameleon" Awakener saw what Fang Yuan was doing, his face turned green, and he could not help speaking up. "Bro, that's going too far."

Fang Yuan looked down and finally saw the "Chameleon" Awakener reveal himself.

He was a round-faced young man, and indeed a nimble fatty.

He wore a trench coat and was dressed like a detective.

"Huh? What are you doing under my foot?" Fang Yuan joked.

The nimble fatty cursed inwardly, You obviously stepped on me on purpose!

However, he did not dare say that aloud. Smiling apologetically, he said, "My mistake. I'm leaving, I'm leaving."

He tried to pull his foot out from under Fang Yuan's.

But Fang Yuan kept his foot planted.

With 18 strength pressing down, even his bones were creaking.

The nimble fatty said helplessly, "Bro, could you move your foot?"

"No," Fang Yuan answered bluntly.

Rage points +20 again.

No matter how stupid this Awakener was, he knew Fang Yuan was messing with him on purpose. He could only say helplessly, "I surrender, okay? What will it take for you to let me go?"

Seeing him give in so quickly, Fang Yuan felt he had not quite had his fill.

"Talk. Who are you?"

"My name's Little Fat Dragon. I'm the most famous detective on Bar Street. I usually make a living with my ability."

"Why were you following me?"

"A job was posted on Bar Street. Someone wants to investigate you, and they're paying pretty well," Little Fat Dragon answered truthfully.

"Just me?"

"Your parents, too."

"Who wants to investigate me?"

"That I really don't know. Old Cao on Bar Street posted the job. He's just a middleman. I reckon he doesn't know who's paying either," Little Fat Dragon replied.

"Is it really as simple as an investigation?"

"I heard other factions received other jobs. I'm only responsible for tailing you, and that's all I know about."

"What have you found out?" Fang Yuan asked again.

Little Fat Dragon took out a notebook and held it out to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan took it, opened it, and skimmed through it. It recorded his movements, which consisted of traveling between home, school, and the martial arts school every day. There was nothing unusual.

"How much is the client paying for my information?" Fang Yuan asked.

Little Fat Dragon held up two fingers and answered, "T-twenty thousand."

"I'm only worth twenty thousand?"

Fang Yuan was somewhat dissatisfied with that figure.

However, after a moment's thought, that was not a low price for merely gathering information.

After all, there was still a middleman taking a cut.

Besides, twenty thousand was no small sum. It was the equivalent of three or four months' income for an ordinary person.

Rather than let someone else earn that money, he might as well earn it himself.

Fang Yuan made a snap decision to sell himself out.

"You don't need to investigate anymore. I'll give you the information directly. We'll split the payment twenty-eighty."

As he spoke, Fang Yuan began writing in the notebook. When he finished, he tossed it back and added, "I get eighty. Pay up!"