Slacking on the Sidelines, his eyes wide.
He had a "Are you kidding me?" look on his face.
Can martial artists get sick?
That's absolutely ridiculous.
Even martial artists below the first level will no longer fall ill.
Once you cross the threshold of becoming a martial artist, it means that your Qi and blood have circulated throughout your body for one cycle, and the initial body tempering is complete.
All impurities in the body will be expelled.
Their physical bodies have been strengthened, transcending the realm of ordinary people.
Furthermore, with the constant circulation of qi and blood, no germs can infect the martial artist.
"Have you gone mad from reading too many medical books lately?" Slacking on the Sidelines.
The Scholar did not answer, but instead used his ability on Qin Ze, who was sitting on the sofa.
His illness was cured immediately.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ze felt a strange power travel from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and the discomfort in his body disappeared.
"Thanks."
Qin Ze, now full of energy again, sat up from the sofa.
Seeing Slacking on the Sidelines almost bit their tongue.
"Damn it."
" The Scholar was right; you really are sick."
When the symptoms first appeared, Qin Ze also suspected that he was "sick".
However, his idea is the same as Slacking on the Sidelines.
How could a martial artist get sick?
Without giving it much thought, he dismissed the idea.
He asked Slacking on the Sidelines, "What's your current cultivation level?"
Qin Ze: " Peak of Level Five."
"Damn it!" The Slacking on the Sidelines couldn't help but swear. "I remember when we met not long ago, you were still at level four."
"You really had a lucky encounter in the Abyss, huh?"
The Slacking on the Sidelines sour.
What kind of prodigy?
Their cultivation level skyrocketed, catching up with him.
An inconspicuous Passerby A voice, " Peak of Level Five shouldn't be sick at all."
Let alone being sick, even if you break your leg, you can still be jumping around the next day.
Slacking on the Sidelines in amazement, said, "You didn't practice some kind of evil magic and suffer a backlash, did you?"
Qin Ze shook his head. "All my cultivation level is the result of honest and diligent practice every day."
He suddenly thought of the sickly man who had met with the freight station and the company's Mobile Team.
"I think I know how I got sick."
Later, Qin Ze recounted what he had seen at the freight station to the three of them.
The Scholar listened calmly and said, "Since it was done by a martial artist, then there's no problem."
Martial artists do not get sick.
But what if a stronger martial artist used special methods to make you sick?
"He just glanced at Qin Ze and made him sick," Slacking on the Sidelines couldn't help but say. "What kind of trick is that? It's impossible to guard against."
That's true.
Imagine two people are engaged in a fierce battle.
The sickly girl suddenly glared at you, and then you got pregnant. How are you supposed to get an abortion?
The Scholar pondered for a moment and said, "It can't be just because of a look in their eyes."
"Diseases require a medium to spread."
"It could be a virus, or it could be bacterial spores or something similar."
"He probably released a disease vector specifically targeting martial artists into Qin Ze, which Qin Ze didn't notice."
Qin Ze nodded.
That's what he thought too.
He pulled over a chair, straddled it, and said, "This sickly guy Slacking on the Sidelines; he's probably from some company."
"Besides his abilities, I'm more curious about what's inside the box."
"If it's normal cargo, there's absolutely no need to go to such lengths to transport it secretly in the middle of the night."
"And the escort is a master."
The Scholar said calmly, "Curiosity killed the cat. I advise you not to interfere."
"Let the professionals handle the professional matters; just inform the Inspection Team."
Slacking on the Sidelines shrugged. "I know."
"But do you think the Inspection Team will believe us freelance fighters?"
The two exchanged a glance, and in their hearts, they already knew the answer.
I don't know anyone in the Inspection Team, but I do in the Law Enforcement Team —especially the top executive officer.
However, since Qin Ze was present, they didn't say anything.
He grinned, "The Slacking on the Sidelines Inspection Team has been giving the company's Mobile Team a hard time. This time they've caught them red-handed, enough to make Mobile Team regret it."
"How is your investigation progressing?" the Scholar suddenly asked.
Upon hearing this, the Slacking on the Sidelines sighed, "No progress at all."
The Scholar scoffed, "So this is what you call a legendary bounty hunter?"
Slacking on the Sidelines and said, "Bookworm, you want to fight, don't you?"
The Scholar, too lazy to argue with him, instead looked at the dazed Qin Ze: "You could ask him for help; perhaps there will be a pleasant surprise."
Although he didn't have much contact with Qin Ze, Qin Ze always gave him a very mysterious feeling.
"I told him, but he doesn't agree," Slacking on the Sidelines said helplessly.
Based on the principle of "many hands Slacking on the Sidelines had already extended an invitation to Qin Ze at the bar.
Moreover, Qin Ze had previously collaborated with the Dew Duo, so they knew each other quite well.
Qin Ze, having finished micro-manipulating his clones, came to his senses. "What did you just say?"
The Scholar said, "They want your help with bounty missions."
Qin Ze has little interest in money now.
Ever since he emerged from the auction house's vault, he had become someone who had transcended vulgar interests.
Before he could refuse, the Scholar interrupted him, saying, "I suggest you accept the invitation."
"The person who issued this mission is no ordinary person."
"If you can owe him a favor, it will benefit you in the future."
Qin Ze originally intended to go to the sickly man to get revenge and, while he was at it, find out what was in that box.
However, his clone could also do these things, and now he was very curious about what kind of mission the Dew Duo had taken on.
"What mission are you on?" Qin Ze asked the Slacking on the Sidelines.
Brother Shui asked mysteriously, "Have you heard of the Twelve Zodiac Signs?"
Qin Ze nodded.
He lowered his voice Slacking on the Sidelines: "According to reliable sources, the strongest of the Twelve Zodiac Signs, Leo, is currently hiding in Snow City. Our mission is to find him."
Qin Ze was taken aback.
Could the person who posted this task be Brother Yuanzi?
Where did you get your mission from?
The Slacking on the Sidelines replied, "An Law Enforcement Team officer, an absolute big shot."
"Once this mission is complete, the executive officer will owe you a favor."
Qin Ze twitched the corner of his mouth.
It really is Brother Yuanzi.
Although Qin Ze wasn't really interested, it wasn't out of the question if it were Brother Yuanzi.
So he nodded. "Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."
Slacking on the Sidelines Qin Ze on the shoulder. "Follow me, and you'll definitely see how colorful the adult world is."
It was getting late, so the Scholar told the guests to leave.
After thanking them once again, Qin Ze and the Dew Duo left together.
"Why isn't the Scholar with you?" Qin Ze asked curiously.
Slacking on the Sidelines shook his head, "That bookworm has no interest in anything other than reading and cultivating."
Qin Ze suddenly realized.
"Meet us at the bar entrance at 8:00 AM tomorrow."
After agreeing on a time, the Dew Duo left first.
Qin Ze stretched, thinking to himself that tonight had been quite a thrilling night.
Since things have come to this, let's go to sleep.
The clone sent to track the box suddenly sent a message via the Local Area Network.
" Qin Ze, we've lost him."