The middle-aged, overweight man strode to the bar and sat down. "So, has anyone taken on a job yet?"
The bartender handed him a glass of lemonade and sighed, " Penglai City is recruiting; almost all the martial artists in the city have signed up."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's back slumped.
The bartender suggested a new plan. "There's a train back to Sea Capital tomorrow morning, why don't you go directly back to Sea Capital?"
The middle-aged man shook his head. "We encountered a beast tide on the way here; all the guards died."
"I was thinking that it would take at least three more days for my family to send someone to pick us up."
The bartender gave a wry smile, "As you can see, there really aren't any martial artists left in the city, unless you can offer an exceptionally high price."
The wealthy merchant remained silent; all his goods had been lost in the beast tide, and he was now penniless.
Could you please describe the details of your request?
Qin Ze, carrying the Sword Case, returned and leaned against the bar to the right of the middle-aged man.
The bartender's eyes lit up upon seeing this. "This is the wealthy businessman I told you about!"
He wants to hire a bodyguard for his son.
" Level Four Martial Artist is sufficient."
"Three days, three million in commission."
The commission rate is only average.
Normally, someone might take on this request.
Unfortunately, Penglai City is giving away way too much right now.
Qin Ze looked at the wealthy merchant and asked curiously, "The city is quite safe; there's no need to hire bodyguards."
The wealthy businessman replied, "My son has been acting strangely lately; he's become somewhat mentally unstable."
"And lately I've had a feeling that someone is secretly watching us every night."
Qin Ze couldn't help but think of fanatics.
What puzzled him, however, was why the wealthy businessman hadn't been "preached" to by his son.
It's very easy for a fanatic to Corruption a mere level Level Two Martial Artist.
The bartender shrugged. "Actually, I think you were just frightened on the way here, that's why you've become so paranoid."
The wealthy businessman slammed his hands on the bar and shouted, "I'm not being paranoid! My son couldn't have gone mad for no reason!"
In an instant, all the customers in the bar were drawn to it.
The bartender raised his hands and pressed them down. "Okay, okay, calm down, calm down."
The wealthy businessman took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Qin Ze said calmly, "I'll take this commission."
The wealthy businessman was overjoyed. "Really?"
Qin Ze nodded and released the aura of Level Five Martial Artist.
The bartender was stunned. He hadn't expected Qin Ze to be so strong. No wonder he had looked down on these three nobodys at first.
The wealthy businessman exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you so much! How about we start tonight?"
"I will pay you one million every twenty-four hours, and I will never go back on my word!"
Qin Ze replied, "Okay."
The bartender produced a form. "Since you've reached an agreement, leave the contract here."
A moment later, the bartender looked at Qin Ze and asked, "Excuse me, what's your name?"
Qin Ze remained expressionless. " Lin Zhiyuan."
Lu Tongtong turned around and glanced at Qin Ze upon hearing the sound.
Slacking on the Sidelines: "What's wrong?"
Lu Tongtong shook her head. "It's nothing, it's just that his name is the same as one of my classmates."
With Slacking on the Sidelines- smile, he said, "That's quite a coincidence."
After the contract is completed, each party to the contract and the intermediary shall receive a copy.
The bartender carefully put away the contract and said, "I wish you both a pleasant cooperation."
The wealthy businessman couldn't wait to take Qin Ze back to his residence, leaving his son alone.
"Looks like you've found a suitable case, brother."
He said to Qin Ze, who was passing by, as he paddled Slacking on the Sidelines.
Qin Ze nodded slightly. "To pass the time."
He pulled out a communication card Slacking on the Sidelines: "Want to be friends?"
Qin Ze and he exchanged contact information.
Seeing Qin Ze's retro communication card, Slacking on the Sidelines couldn't help but exclaim, "Your communication card is really old; it could be displayed as an antique in a museum."
Qin Ze nodded to the Hunter at the table, then left the bar with the wealthy businessman.
The Scholar said in a deep voice, "He is very strong."
Slacking on the Sidelines dismissively. "How strong can Level Five Martial Artist be?"
Lu Tongtong: "..."
"At first glance, seeing his strange attire, I suspected he was connected to what we were investigating," said Slacking on the Sidelines.
After getting to know him, I realized he was just weird.
The Scholar said calmly, "His fifth-level cultivation was just what he showed us."
The Taoist spoke up, "You sensed it too?"
Brother Biao was completely confused. "What are you talking about?"
The Scholar stopped beating around the bush and said, "He is Advanced Martial Artist."
Slacking on the Sidelines frowned. " Advanced Martial Artist accepting this kind of commission? Have they lost their mind?"
Passerby A said, " The Saber King is in Snow City right now. If he dares to cause trouble, the Saber King will kill him with a single strike."
The Scholar nodded. "Indeed, it's not something we should be concerned with."
"Let's go, let's go to the Inspection Team and look at the files first."
Once the Hunter had gathered, they immediately sprang into action, racing against time.
Qin Ze followed the wealthy businessman back to his residence.
It is a detached villa not far from the wall.
Pushing open the door, the entire hall was quiet.
Qin Ze couldn't help but ask, "Is there no one else?"
The wealthy merchant replied, "The guards died in the beast tide on the way here."
"There were originally a few servants, but I dismissed them all. I don't know if that person is among them."
The wealthy businessman became extremely nervous, seeing no one as a good person.
Qin Ze said calmly, "Tell me about your son's situation, especially how he became like this."
The wealthy businessman sighed heavily, "It's all my fault."
"My son has been frail and sickly since childhood and cannot practice martial arts. This is the first time he has been so far from home."
Qin Ze was startled upon hearing this. "Your son is an ordinary person?"
The wealthy businessman nodded. "That's right."
He grew up in the southern part of the mainland and had never seen snow.
"When they heard I was coming to Snow City, they insisted on coming with me, wanting to see the snow and broaden their horizons."
Qin Ze could probably understand the feelings of the wealthy businessman's son.
Snow is simply too tempting for children in the south.
The wealthy merchant continued, "While passing through North Star City, the train encountered a beast horde attack."
"Luckily, the city defense troops arrived in time to rescue us, otherwise we would all have died there."
"We arrived in Snow City yesterday at noon. He was fine that day, but when we woke up the next morning, he had become completely incoherent."
He kept muttering nonsense about my God's incarnation.
Qin Ze was somewhat surprised; this time, the fanatic was actually an ordinary person.
"Take me to his room."
The wealthy businessman said, "You can rest next door."
Qin Ze waved his hand. "Since I've accepted this commission, I will definitely do my best."
The wealthy businessman sensed no arrogance from Qin Ze; he felt he had met a good person.
The wealthy businessman led Qin Ze to his son's room and said gratefully, "Then I'll leave everything to you."
"My room is right across the street. Just come and find me if you need anything."
Qin Ze nodded and pushed the door open to enter.
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy is sleeping on the bed in the bedroom.
Qin Ze released ripples of mental energy.
In the boy's mind, he saw a black egg.