Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 19 Tickling

"sorry!"

"Brother, elder brother, father, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Facing the black-clad man who was utterly desperate, his head pressed against the ground, weeping, Fu Chen scratched his chin.

Look at you, you were the one who wanted to launch a sneak attack and make the first move, and now you're the one crying and whining. You can't handle this, can you?

"My back is a little itchy, come on, keep scratching it for me!"

At this moment, the man in black, facing Fu Chen's calm eyes and his tone as flat and emotionless as a lake, couldn't figure out whether the other was faking it or genuinely foolish...

He raised his hand shakily, preparing to actually scratch Fu Chen's back.

"Hey? Your hands are so dirty, and you're going to scratch me like this?"

"Ah...okay...okay, I'm sorry."

The man in black trembled as he wiped the blood from his hands, his fingers and palms already mangled from the violent reaction force, so he could only endure the pain.

Using her spiritual power, she forcefully stopped the bleeding from the wound on her hand, and gritted her teeth as she carefully scratched Fu Chen's itch.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty-two thousand…

Putting aside the six thousand yuan that the man in black claimed to have robbed from others, Fu Chen carefully counted his own thirty-two thousand yuan.

I also glanced at his wallet.

After searching around, I found some cards.

One of them was a student ID card, and the photo showed a young female student.

And he knows this girl.

That was his deskmate, Yao Zhi'ai, the girl with tattoos and piercings.

"What is this?"

The man in black said apologetically, "It was left by a previous client..."

"Speak like a human being," Fu Chen carefully reminded him.

The man in black chuckled obsequiously, "Robbed it, heh..."

Fu Chen: "Students are fighting over it? Are you even human?"

The man in black wore a bitter expression: "Doesn't this just prove I'm a smart guy? After all, girls are far less of a threat than boys... But this..."

After he spoke, he seemed to suddenly realize something.

After thinking it over carefully, he finally said:

"Besides, I had my reasons. This woman didn't look like a decent person at all. I saw that she was covered in tattoos, and I robbed her with the intention of encouraging her to be positive and study hard..."

Make her realize the importance of learning!

You can't always look at what I do; you have to look at my motivation. In some ways, even if we take a step back, I do contribute to society! As I said before, I'm a smart person.

Fu Chen largely agreed with the other person's point of view: "Yes, since you're so smart, you must have realized that this level of pressure probably isn't enough to stop my itch, right?"

He turned around and spoke to the man in black with utmost sincerity. The latter was taken aback and raised his hands...

I increased the intensity of the scratching.

Under the dim light, the man in black gradually saw Fu Chen's disappointed and frustrated emotions.

So he increased the pressure on his hands.

Fu Chen's brows furrowed even more: "It still won't stop itching!"

The man in black gritted his teeth, as if he had realized something.

Fu Chen intentionally enhanced his skin with spiritual power, and his level 6, third-tier martial arts strength was enough to make him invulnerable to blades and spears.

How could a mere tickle from a barely second-tier Calami possibly elicit a physical reaction from the other person...?

Unless, of course, you use martial arts techniques in conjunction with the full strength of your body.

But this is undoubtedly a way of destroying one's own body...

After thinking for a long time, he broke down and snot streamed down his face, seemingly having finally weighed the pros and cons.

Heart-piercing palm strike!

He gritted his teeth and continued to bombard the itchy area on Fu Chen's back.

Blood and sweat, along with the constant wounds and cracks on his hands, created a beautiful picture.

However, Fu Chen was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to look at the painting, so he just urged the painting to be completed.

"well…"

The soft sighs seemed to have a magical power; the man in black always felt someone urging him on, instructing him, and giving him a push. He unconsciously increased the force of his sighs, afraid of incurring Fu Chen's displeasure.

His hands struck Fu Chen's rock-solid back again and again.

The sound of cracking echoed continuously, like an eggshell breaking, but Fu Chen was completely unharmed except for his clothes.

At first it was his fingers, then his palms, his forearms, and then the man in black saw his upper arms curl up and tucked in. He even closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and fiddled with his shoulders and upper arms.

About thirty minutes later.

The man in black fell.

It fell in the center of the vibrant colors.

A martial artist's body has an incredibly powerful self-healing ability; unless they suffer continuous and severe injuries, it is impossible for them to die from excessive blood loss.

But that's really how he is now.

It's out of breath.

Fu Chen scratched his head. He hadn't expected that the anti-armor would actually kill someone...

However, everything went as he expected.

He hid the 32,000 yuan, waited for ten minutes, and then called the police.

I dealt with the men in black for forty minutes, waited for ten minutes, and the police arrived in about ten minutes.

It's just the right time to use up all the time I need to unlock my martial arts realm.

After all, it's better to pretend that it has nothing to do with you than to indirectly take someone's life.

Fu Chen's timing was precise, perfectly befitting his status as a top student. Fifteen minutes later, the spiritual energy on Fu Chen's body completely disappeared, just as the police arrived.

They were also stunned.

What does that mean?

The robber in black had his hands mangled beyond recognition and was bleeding profusely, while Fu Chen's shirt was completely ripped apart.

There was no third person present, and Fu Chen showed no signs of spiritual power. If it weren't for Fu Chen's explanation, this case would probably have become a mystery of the century.

"Just now, when I was making a deal with him, he suddenly attacked and tried to rob me, so I took out all the money I had... Just then, a hero appeared out of nowhere."

"I was stunned at the time and couldn't hear what they were saying. The hero shouted and smashed the robber's hands before disappearing. The seriously injured robber desperately begged me for help, and he tore my clothes to shreds."

Unfortunately, he kicked the bucket as soon as the police officers arrived.

This is Fu Chen's wording.

Not a single flaw.

It's normal to cover up one lie with another, after all, he can't possibly tell the other party the whole truth, right?

After a preliminary check, the police did not suspect Fu Chen's situation.

But they started whispering among themselves.

After all, Fu Chen had long been a figure of great interest to the entire city. His previous fame and intelligence only highlighted the contrast between his current downfall and his current situation.

Moreover, they never doubted his words. After all, ever since Fu Chen lost all his martial arts strength overnight, his former top junior high school had examined his body dozens of times.

Having confirmed that the spiritual energy on the other party had completely disappeared, it was definitely not him who had dealt with the man in black.

Click, click.

The police officers took photos of the scene, one of which happened to capture Yao Zhi'ai's student ID card on the ground.