Chapter 57

These past two days, Zhao Zhu has been practicing and expanding his newly developed mental constitution according to the methods taught by Zhu Jianping, making his mental power more sensitive and improving his reaction and adaptability. This almost means that Zhao Zhu has made a comprehensive improvement in all aspects.

However, as for those skills, even if Zhu Jianping is willing to teach them, Zhao Zhu still cannot learn them because he hasn't reached that level yet.

Just like some people learning to drive, if they get a good feel for the car and become familiar with it to a certain extent, practicing things like reversing into a garage or parallel parking will seem very simple and easy, and they might even figure it out on their own without the instructor. Zhao Zhu is now like someone who has just sat in the car, still sitting in the back seat, not even touching the steering wheel. Asking him to drive directly to the test is like asking someone who can't crawl to run.

"Damn, fatty, there's no more drinks at home." Zhu Jianping had just returned from outside and shouted for Xiong Zhiqi when he saw there were no drinks.

"You could have hypnotized someone at the supermarket to bring a few boxes back when you came home. Do you know how much work a fatty has to do running down and then back up?" Xiong Zhiqi, sitting in the living room watching TV, said to Zhu Jianping with a bad temper.

"Get lost. I had to hypnotize everyone at the YTO Express station to send all those body parts back to Liaoning. I'm still a bit dizzy. Do you think my mental power is tap water that you can just turn on the faucet and let it flow?"

Zhu Jianping also sat on the sofa. Seeing a large cup of cool tea in front of Xiong Zhiqi, he picked it up and drank half of it without hesitation. After drinking, he smacked his lips, secretly thinking that the cool tea made by this fatty tasted better than JDB or Wanglaoji, and it must have some secret recipe.

"I don't understand faucets, but your thing down there is better than a faucet. You can open it as many times as you want and release as much as you want."

Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping have been living together, and bickering seems to have become a habit and a way of life for them.

"Speaking of which, if Brother Zhao dismembered someone's subordinate, will that person come from Northeast China to seek revenge?" Xiong Zhiqi asked while changing channels, "That guy is not someone to be messed with."

"He probably will, but it's not certain. It depends on the situation. Zhao Hejing is already considered an elder in the group. These people are definitely very powerful, but the group owner has a lot of control over them. If they make a mistake, the group owner might issue a 'kill order.' We small fry have more freedom."

"So, the one who actually manages and maintains the balance is not just the administrator, but the group owner. He controls the degree and the limits. Whoever exceeds these limits will be punished by the group owner, and the administrators are just tools and means of the group owner."

"Right, you're correct. Group members can kill each other, but the premise is that they don't use their influence in the real world. Whether they use it directly or indirectly is determined by the almost omnipotent group owner."

"To put it vividly, the group owner is like the Heavenly Dao in a fantasy novel, and we are like cultivators. We can do some things secretly, and the Heavenly Dao will turn a blind eye. But if we really go too far and cause a lot of resentment, a thunderbolt will come down and turn us into ashes. The stronger you are, the closer you are to the Heavenly Dao, and the more likely your actions are to attract its attention."

"Otherwise, you would say that this group has existed for so long, at least ten years. Why is society still functioning normally? Why don't the newbies get forcibly taken by the veterans and stronger members for points and plots? The strong ones at most take a couple of subordinates. Who dares to raise a large group of people from the group, forming a breeding team? The group owner has been controlling everything all along. He is the game operator. If he thinks someone's actions threaten the game's operation, he will KO them."

"But, we've talked so much and still haven't reached a conclusion. Will that guy from Northeast China come to SZ City to seek revenge on Brother Zhao? After all, Brother Zhao didn't just slap his face; he shoved his face into a shit pot. Even if he has to pay a price, he will probably come."

"It depends on the situation. If he has something on his hands or is tied up, he probably won't leave Northeast China to come to the coastal area and create more trouble. The local administrator will also notice his movement, involving various interests and power divisions. But who knows, maybe he will send someone else, or even bribe someone entering the mission world to directly take out Young Master Zhao. After all, at his level, although he is somewhat restrained, his influence is still significant."

"Let's just leave it to fate. What if that guy really comes?"

"Run away. Are you thinking of fighting to the death?"

"Isn't that too unbrotherly?"

"Damn... Why should we take the blame for Zhao Zhu's actions? But you should calm down. The situation hasn't reached that point yet. Since Young Master Zhao said Zou Mengxuan is also in SZ City, the guy from Northeast China won't be able to come to seek revenge. They had a grudge in the past."

"Sigh, we can only take it one day at a time." Xiong Zhiqi sighed.

"You make it sound like you didn't just get by in every mission before. We all do it this way." Zhu Jianping picked up Xiong Zhiqi's cup and took a big sip, "Fatty, make me a big cup of tea next time. It tastes good, better than cola."

"You drink cola because you're full of yourself, otherwise it would go to your head."

"..."

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"Master, is that thing really not in his hands?" The female driver asked while cutting the steak for the man. She was no longer in her suit but wore a sexy strapless dress, exposing her prominent chest and thighs, every move arousing the most primitive desires in men.

"Do you think he can deceive my eyes?" Zou Mengxuan smiled and took a sip of the red wine in front of him.

"The guy from Northeast China sent someone over a few days ago, but there is only a record of her flight to SZ City, not a record of her flying back to Liaoning."

"Sending just one barely qualified veteran to handle the matter, Zhao Hejing's brain is still as simple as it was before. He couldn't even find out who the two people living with that kid are." Zou Mengxuan sighed, "Intelligence is innate and can't be changed."

"Master, when are we going back to Dali?"

"No rush. You're about to enter your third mission world, so prepare here."

"Yes, Master."

"Alright, I'm done eating. You can go rest. You don't need to accompany me tonight."

"Master, I'll go down first." The female driver bowed and left, her hips swaying enticingly.

Zou Mengxuan walked to the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the beautiful night view of SZ City, a faint smile on his face:

"Heh, do you really think I can't see if that thing is on you? I'm just curious about what makes you different. How did you end up with a pile of messy things? The jade hairpin carrying the resentment of a carrier, the sachet with centuries of accumulated ties, the half-demon soul fragment, and the blood talisman nurtured by Yan Xing's own blood. Is this your fortune or your extreme bad luck?"