Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 17 Robbery

At this time.

Fu Chen then paid closer attention to the other person's appearance.

To be precise, he didn't have a face, because most of his face was covered by a black mask, along with a matching baseball cap and a black overcoat, but he still had some of the charm of his classmate Zhang Jiahao.

"You're robbing me."

Faced with the sinister gaze emanating from the man in black, Fu Chen was certain without a doubt.

His expression remained unchanged.

The other party was robbing him.

There's nothing new under the sun; whatever happens, it's nothing new.

"Shut the fuck up! Isn't this obviously a robbery? Hurry up and give me the money! My phone, the money in my phone..."

Fu Chen did as instructed, taking out his phone and money from his wallet while speaking with a calm and composed demeanor unbecoming of his age:

"Dude, what era are we living in? Still resorting to traditional robberies?"

He was too calm, which made Fu Chen himself unsure whether it was the weight of his past ups and downs or the opportunity to unleash his martial arts strength for another hour.

It didn't seem to be either of those. He looked up and saw that the starlight in the distance was blurry. Only after looking closely did he realize from the sparse backlight that it was actually the streetlights of Pei-Tsai Middle School.

He recalled what Quan Jiafei had said when he was enrolling today: "Why can't the school let you eat instant noodles while squatting on the toilet?" As long as this sentence is imprinted in his mind, nothing strange or unusual can stir his heart anymore.

Soon, Fu Chen obediently placed his current iPhone 8 and the 1300 yuan he had traded with Wang Aiguo that morning in his hands.

Anyway, he wanted to change his phone, and adhering to the "life philosophy" often taught by his elders that it's better to avoid trouble, he didn't have any conflict with the other party.

"The money and your phone are here, you can take them."

The man in black picked them up and counted them.

He frowned. "Are you kidding me? You have so many good potions, and you only have this little bit of money?"

With a sneer, he beckoned with his finger and slapped Fu Chen's cheek with the sharp, silver blade, threatening, "Open your WeChat Wallet and bank cards on your phone, and obediently hand over all your money. I see you're not very old, no need to haggle with us desperados."

What a petty and calculating person!

Fu Chen was not angry; instead, he carefully advised her:

"You know, there are surveillance cameras everywhere now. If someone reports it, you'll be arrested in two days. Take this money and leave..."

rub!

A cold glint flashed in the man in black's eyes, and the blade in his hand was already pressed firmly against Fu Chen's neck, with the clearly visible blue carotid artery just an inch above.

The skin and flesh were pressed down and dented by half a centimeter.

"Little friend, you haven't even scratched the surface. You probably don't understand the concept of a martial artist."

The man in black lowered his head and leaned in straight in until his forehead bumped into Fu Chen's forehead.

Fu Chen felt this was a bit ambiguous.

A deep voice echoed in his ears: "I am a second-tier martial artist. Do you know what that means?"

Fu Chen shook his head.

The man in black said patiently, "A first-tier martial artist's punches are powerful enough to create a gust of wind, while a second-tier martial artist's skin is as hard as iron. I can easily unleash a ton of force; I could probably sever your neck with a gentle push..."

Fu Chen swallowed hard, desperately pulling his neck back, but the man in black pressed forward, his blade like the Sword of Damocles, threatening his life at any moment.

"But my skillful hands can ensure that even if your neck is broken, your major arteries remain intact, so you will most likely be able to see the entire process of your head falling down."

Fu Chen saw the ferocious look on the other person's face beneath the black mask.

"Do as I say!!!"

The sound was almost heart-wrenching; the man in black, who had been gentle and refined just a moment ago, was like a jackal or a tiger the next.

Fu Chen recalled the monster encyclopedia he had studied, which mentioned a common monster in the plains called the Mad Hound.

This kind of monster is capricious and mentally deformed, randomly switching between rage and docility, and is extremely unpredictable.

However, this sudden madness did not seem to cause any ripples in Fu Chen's mind, and the man in black was very dissatisfied with his calm attitude.

Is this how you treat a notorious and skilled robber? Even with this second-tier martial artist who could easily take your life at any moment, you remain unmoved?

Ignorance, that's what foolish ignorance looks like!

Just like someone who has never been to school, they have no idea of ​​the value of a doctorate or master's degree.

The man in black really didn't want to waste any more words and was about to take out his phone to check when Fu Chen spoke up.

"That's enough. I feel like I've already given you enough face. I only have one hour to unlock my martial arts cultivation level, and I really don't want to waste it on you."

"What the hell did you say?! I'll fucking kill you!"

The man in black was extremely annoyed. He hated Fu Chen's indifferent and ignorant gaze, which was clearly disrespectful to a person and to an entire industry.

People are willing to pay any price for their self-esteem, including killing you, of course, with the added reward being all the wealth on their phones.

The man in black gripped the dagger tightly, gathering spiritual power in his wrist, and pushed forward fiercely!

The expected head fell to the ground but did not appear. The man in black shook his head in a daze. Where was the dagger?

The dagger was gone. What he was holding in his hand was Fu Chen's right hand.

Things were moving too fast for him to understand.

"Fuck...fuck your mother's pretending to be weak to deceive others?"

Fu Chen looked embarrassed: "It's like something out of a novel again, isn't it? But damn it, I never intended to do this. You've wasted a chance to unlock something, you bastard..."

[Unlock Martial Arts Realm Strength]: 59 minutes and 20 seconds remaining

Fu Chen's spiritual energy surged like a wave of air, forcefully shaking the man in black away.

He staggered back two steps, feeling around frantically, his heart pounding. The spiritual pressure from the opponent was clearly far greater than his own! He felt it was at least at the fourth level!

Snapped!

He knelt down without hesitation.

He quickly pulled out his wallet, phone, bank cards, and even a KFC Crazy Thursday coupon from his pocket.

"Brother, I was blind to your greatness just now. I was very rude and truly sorry. This is all my wealth. I'm a man with a hard life, really..."

I only ended up in this line of work because I had no other choice. I didn't get into a good school in the high school entrance exam, but I wasn't so destitute that I had to be assigned a job at Pei-Cai High School after graduation... I went to a bad high school, couldn't get into university, and without a diploma, I had no job. So, I relied on my second-level, first-tier martial arts skills...

Plus, I already have a facial disfigurement, so I simply can't find a job!

The man in black sincerely ripped off his mask, revealing a face half-burned.

He kowtowed to Fu Chen, pleading, "Brother, please spare me!"