Chapter 22

Chen Liqin let out a series of startled cries, "Daqiang, there are 20,000 yuan and two bank cards in my bag, the passwords for both are 010601, and my ID card is in the wallet. Take as much as you can, I'm going to the underground garage, oh, my God— I'm spitting blood, Daqiang, I can't stay with you anymore, go to the hospital quickly!"

When they came, they parked the car in the underground garage of the hospital.

She could guarantee that Zhao Zhiqiang absolutely did not know about this.

It was hard to guess, as most people would choose the ground-level parking lot, which was large and rarely used. Today, her husband found the ground-level parking lot too far from the hospital, so he parked directly in the underground garage.

Zhao Zhiqiang had been with her the whole time and could not have gone there himself.

"Aunt Chen, quickly, 12 o'clock!"

"Ah—Mom, Mom!" Looking at the Rolex on her wrist, Chen Liqin screamed for her life.

Her heart felt like it was hanging with a hundred buckets, worrying about her husband who had just left. She rushed out of the restaurant in a few seconds, her plump figure colliding with two waiters and knocking over two dishes being served.

However, the restaurant was eerily quiet.

Dozens of diners stared at Zhao Zhiqiang, who still had blood on the corner of his mouth, in a daze.

"Awesome!"

"Brilliant!"

"Really impressive—"

"Brother, your scam is top-notch. Not to mention the cards in the bag, just the over 100,000 yuan in cash is enough for this job!"

"Compared to this, what money-dropping, treasure-sharing, and bag-switching scams are all weak!"

"How could that woman be so stupid?—She really is a fool with money, why didn't I think of this?"

"This is too powerful, no props needed, and he got the victim to hand over her ID and bank cards. Amazing, too amazing, Mr. Zhao, are you the reincarnation of Zhang Tian Shi? And 12 o'clock... it sounds so real!" A thin man with a pointed chin stood up, shaking his head.

"Look, she's not spitting blood? That young man, is he being punished by heaven?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean— you're a fool, don't you understand? It's about revealing the secrets of heaven!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man in a suit laughed.

Most of the others laughed too!

"Ha, what do you know, those three must be setting a trap! Maybe they're waiting for someone here to fall for it!"

"Ha ha, if that's the case, they did a pretty good job!"

...

Zhao Zhiqiang had no interest in arguing with these people and didn't even bother to look at them.

Spitting blood didn't really affect him.

It was mainly due to the lack of mental control, causing his heart rate and blood pressure to rise. What he was worried about was Gu Quanyou, the information he had obtained with great effort, hoping it could save his life.

Chen Liqin had helped him a lot. She had paid off his debts and treated his illness, and even tested the new function of the copper coin, "Golden Mouth and Jade Words."

There were a bunch of people making sarcastic remarks, but he couldn't eat anymore. He stood up with difficulty, "Boss, pack it up! The two dishes that were knocked over, put them on my bill."

Damn!

At least three people around him cursed!

"Brother, you've already scammed more than 100,000 yuan, and you're still packing up 20 or 30 yuan dishes!"

The short-haired man was furious, "I really want to beat you up!"

"What's it to you? This is the hard-earned food of the farmers, it's a waste to throw it away."

Zhao Zhiqiang calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

He packed up Chen Liqin's bag, gave a cold smile to the man who had spoken and the others who were eyeing him, and said this.

The people around him were not very friendly, and a few were gathering around him.

Zhao Zhiqiang's alertness immediately spread, and he clenched his empty hand into a fist.

Jin Mingzhe, who was sitting at the next table, paused...

He couldn't help but stare at Zhao Zhiqiang for a moment, thinking, this guy must have been in the military?

Or even been to the battlefield, only those who have really been to the battlefield can sense that unique life-and-death smell by instinct.

For some reason, the few people who wanted to stop him didn't dare to step forward, and those who wanted to call the police didn't dare to make the call.

The woman had willingly given the money, there was no theft or robbery, and without evidence, it would be hard to prove that the young man was a scammer. It would be better to avoid trouble, and getting involved too much would make them look like dogs.

Zhao Zhiqiang took the packed food and walked out of the door without looking around. Although he was a bit weak, he felt much better than he had in the past half month. Each time he converted his blood into spirit energy, his body recovered much faster, probably because his channels were more open now.

However, without the 50,000 yuan of accumulated mental control from yesterday, he would have to draw on his own essence. Zhao Zhiqiang knew that the human body probably only had about 200,000 milliliters of essence in a lifetime, and each time he used it, it was a matter of life and death.

As he walked out, he saw a middle-aged woman begging with a child on her back, her hand broken, and her face dirty. The child looked even more pitiful, with snot running down half his face, his eyes vacant, as if he hadn't had a full meal in a long time.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a wad of hundred-yuan bills, stuffed them into the woman's outstretched hand, and walked away.

A thousand, a thousand, scattered, spirit, restored...

Three seconds later, a golden light flashed in his mind, and the newly acquired mental energy immediately took over the process of converting essence, entering the copper coin to quickly convert the 10% of blood he had just drawn!

He saw an old man in his seventies, dressed in rags, and stuffed another wad of bills into his hand, causing the old man to stare in shock!

"Hehe, it feels great to throw money around!"

The old man and the young man from the next table had been following him.

"Strange, is this guy mentally challenged? He just scammed the money and instead of enjoying it or saving it, he's giving it away—was that woman just now his accomplice?" Jin Mingzhe was puzzled, his face full of question marks.

The white-haired old man who had asked Zhao Zhiqiang to read his face shook his head and said nothing, "This is the first time I've encountered such a strange person, let's keep an eye on him!"

Zhao Zhiqiang knew that someone was still following him, but he didn't care.

He checked Chen Liqin's bank cards at a nearby ATM, one had 400,000 yuan, and the other had 3,800,000 yuan.

Zhao Zhiqiang couldn't help but feel embarrassed, rich people are really rich. Gu Quanyou's troubles were so big, yet this rich woman still had so much pocket money. On the other hand, their relationship must have been quite good, he hoped they were both fine?

He had done what he could.

He didn't hesitate, went to the bank, and withdrew 800,000 yuan from the card with 3,800,000 yuan, making it exactly 1,000,000 yuan, and put it in a black plastic bag. He walked aimlessly, occasionally throwing a wad of bills to the poor!

"Tsk tsk, this guy is really strange, he's turning all the money he earned into a philanthropist..." Zhou Shunzhang was amazed. What a strange person... At this moment, his phone rang, and after answering it, he told Jin Mingzhe.

"Follow him, see what else he will do." The white-haired old man instructed Jin Mingzhe, then turned and got into the car that had been following behind and left.