novellhall Chapter 18: Who robbed whom?
Chapter 18: Who robbed whom?
This plea was so heartfelt and moving that it was truly touching.
This inevitably reminded Fu Chen of the current competition in education.
It can be said that there are martial artists and alchemists everywhere, and there is no shortage of talent, especially the best and most preferred group of students.
Not only will they naturally be able to get into good schools, but they will also be favored by various companies, and the country especially needs these talents as a reserve of combat power.
Those in the middle class are better off; with their own efforts, finding a job to make a living isn't particularly difficult.
Even the worst group will be given jobs by the government, precisely to prevent them from harming society.
The worst group is the average person, who is neither good enough for high-level jobs nor good enough for low-level ones.
Their martial arts skills, alchemy abilities, and achievements in the humanities and research are all terrible, below average, so they can only make a living by doing low-level jobs.
Adding to this, the man in black in front of them had half his face burned off, making it even harder for society to accept him.
He shook his head and sighed, "I can understand your behavior, of course."
The man in black was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed repeatedly.
"But why should I understand you?"
His bleeding forehead stiffened, and blood dripped down.
"Take out all your money. Do you even know how to use a bank card in this line of work?"
Without a second thought, Fu Chen threw away his bank card and phone.
The man in black closed his eyes tightly, his pupils swirling in their sockets, a sigh escaping his lips...
Then, he pulled a plastic bag from his buttocks, which contained an estimated 30,000 yuan.
Fu Chen counted: "I remember now, you were the robber in today's news, weren't you? You've done it so many times and only made 30,000 yuan?"
The man in black seemed to have been touched on a sore spot, his face contorted as he complained, "Yes, I did rob a lot of people, but they were all poor bastards, you know that, brother..."
Now there are second-tier martial artists everywhere. Those with some money are definitely at a higher level than me. I can't beat them, and those I have beaten probably don't have much money either.
So each time I just robbed a small amount; actually, I only robbed 6000 yuan in total, the rest of the money was won from the casino.
If that's the case, Fu Chen understands why this guy hasn't been caught for so long; he's only been doing small-scale skirmishes, after all, his martial arts skills are so weak.
The only people the other side could target were ordinary people with no background or power, so…
"Are you kidding me? The news says you killed someone, and this is just a token gesture?"
The man in black, terrified, kowtowed frantically: "By the Heavenly Venerable Puhua, I swear it's true, that woman was so stubborn back then, making her give money and then acting all long-winded, and in her haste she ended up walking right into a trap..."
I didn't originally intend to do it, no... I definitely wouldn't! Just like before. I was just joking with you, big brother!
He tried to put on a fawning smile on his blood-covered face, but the blood and burns made his face look too grotesque.
"I swear to God, six thousand of this money came from gambling, and the remaining thirty thousand is what I won at the casino. It's all I have left. Take it all!"
Fu Chen's eyes widened in anger: "What do you mean I took it all? Did I take it voluntarily? Huh?"
The man in black presented the banknotes with both hands: "No, no, no, we hit it off immediately, brother. This money is a gift from me, it's something I offered you voluntarily."
He beckoned Fu Chen to squat down in front of him.
The latter licked his lips and slowly counted his stack of banknotes.
"Please watch your words next time, and don't slander me!"
As he counted, Fu Chen gave him a warning.
The man in black readily agreed.
He finally lifted his body, which had been completely prone, and considerately took out all the banknotes from his wallet and handed them to Fu Chen to count.
"The lighting here is too dim, brother, let me turn on the light for you."
"Thanks, brother." Fu Chen gave him a grateful smile.
The man in black turned on the light, and in that instant, he accidentally blinded Fu Chen. It was at this moment.
The man in black, who had just been displaying a docile and obsequious expression, instantly turned into a ferocious dog, his back teeth clenched tightly, his right hand fingers joined together, reaching forward in a bizarre posture.
Heart-piercing hand!
This is a martial art that specifically targets the opponent's vital organs: the heart.
The man in black's mindset remained unchanged from beginning to end.
We have to kill this guy in front of us.
Killing this guy will prevent anyone from knowing what's going on in my life, and then no one will be able to pose a threat to me anymore.
Furthermore, he desperately needed the money in his pocket, so even his flattery or pleas for mercy were merely a means to an end.
The thought of succeeding later made the man in black grin involuntarily.
His fingers were pressed together, clearly already nestled into the young man's chest, reaching inside his short-sleeved shirt.
In 0.01 seconds, I'm confident my fingers will easily pierce their chest. Even if their spiritual power is significantly stronger than mine, what good will it do?
The secret to defeating the strong with the weak lies in surprise attacks, and he has now mastered this essence.
He was about to succeed in his sneak attack—no, in fact, he already succeeded.
With a grunt.
Yes, that's right.
His own heart-piercing strike landed squarely on the other person's heart.
He had anticipated this; Fu Chen would be completely unprepared. But the sound was strange. It wasn't the sound of blood gushing or ribs breaking, but rather a sound similar to the impact of metal alloys...
But this doubt was dispelled in the next 0.01 seconds, because what followed was indeed the sound of bones breaking and blood gushing and flowing.
But he was still wrong.
Because the one who was truly injured was not the expressionless, handsome young man in front of him, but his own hand.
When the man in black realized what was happening, he had already used his left hand to hug his bloodied and mangled right hand with a look of fear and surprise.
No one expected that when he used his most prized killing move against his opponent, he would be the one who got injured.
At this moment, the joints of his right hand, where the five fingers were originally joined together, were all twisted and broken, as if he had attacked not a warm body, but a steel plate nearly 40cm thick.
The Fu Chen in front of him, apart from his clothes being completely torn at the chest, had a body as white as jade, without the slightest damage.
The man in black has gone mad.
He did his utmost, using every trick in the book.
In that instant, he used all his killing moves on Fu Chen, but every punch he landed on Fu Chen did not even flinch.
His hands were already under the opponent's metal-like strength...
The reaction force left it mangled and bloody.
Fu Chen seemed oblivious to the ambush he had suffered, continuing to count the money in his hand.
Some even turned their backs as if they were still not satisfied.
"Dude, I'm a little itchy here, you can scratch it for me while you're at it."