Chapter 22

Chapter 23: Dead Man's Wealth

A sharp pain shot through his right chest, and only then did Qian Xing realize that he had been kicked in the right chest. However, in the split-second life-and-death struggle, he only now felt the pain of his injury.

He puffed out his chest and took several deep breaths. He estimated that one of his ribs was broken, and several of the scales around the rib had cracked.

Fortunately, he had these scales. Although the transformation of the Chacha Demon was still in its early stages, the scales had already saved him from a serious injury.

Grateful for his wise choice of this scale-covered transformation, Qian Xing squatted down without hesitation and began to search the black-clothed man's body. Since you, my friend, broke one of my ribs, the things on your body will serve as compensation.

After a thorough search, everything that could be moved from the black-clothed man's body was now in Qian Xing's pockets. The black-clothed man had clearly come out to do something bad, and he didn't carry much. However, Qian Xing noticed a series of items strangely scattered around the black-clothed man on the ground.

Why didn't I hear these things fall during the fight?

Qian Xing was puzzled. He had been completely focused and shouldn't have missed such a loud noise. Despite his thoughts, his hands had already swept up all the items and he fled back the way he came, dodging and weaving.

He sneaked back into the martial arts school, not even daring to use any medicine for his injuries, and toughed it out through the morning practice. Amidst the laughter and cheers, Qian Xing made a new discovery: despite the broken rib, it didn't seem to affect his practice much.

It seemed that the Chacha Demon's physique still had high mobility even in an abnormal state!

After the morning practice, Qian Xing finally found the doctor at the martial arts school and said he had been injured during the morning practice and needed the doctor to check him.

Such external injuries were extremely common at the martial arts school. Doctor Zhao, with his large bags under his eyes, set Qian Xing's bones and applied bone-setting medicine. Qian Xing also received a ten-day sick leave note.

Relying on the Chacha Demon's instincts, Qian Xing knew that the injury would heal in a few days. He took the opportunity to return to his dormitory and examine the items he had taken from the black-clothed man.

The first thing he saw was a gold card from the bank. Qian Xing couldn't stop laughing; he had run out of money, and this was exactly what he needed!

There was a small black book and something that looked like a USB drive.

Picking up the book, he saw three large characters: "Black Dragon Kick."

Flipping through it, he found a mix of Chinese characters and strange symbols—Japanese! As a former angry youth, Qian Xing immediately recognized the text.

The black-clothed man with the square face was Japanese, and this "Black Dragon Kick" manual was certainly not something he would carry around casually. As a gladiator, the best place to store things was in a spatial item.

Therefore, when a gladiator died, their spatial item would explode, and these items must have fallen from the exploded spatial item.

However, in the world of "The Return of the Condor Heroes," the few 1023 team members who died only gave him a choice, and the members killed by Dabo left nothing behind.

Could it be that in the gladiator arena, all items are reclaimed by the arena when someone is killed?

It seemed that this was likely the case!

In the afternoon, Qian Xing went to see Old Wu, whom he had met a few times. Old Wu was only in his twenties and worked at a nearby steel factory.

However, Old Wu, who appeared to be a steelworker, had an unexpected specialty—cracking credit card passwords!

Knocking on the dilapidated iron door, Qian Xing looked at the shabby interior and pouted, "Old Wu, you're too stingy. You've made a lot of money, yet you still live so poorly."

Old Wu, with his honest face, smiled but said nothing. He simply inserted the gold card into the card reader, thinking that Qian Xing, this young man, was still too naive.

The number on the small LCD screen read: 2,200,000!

This number made Old Wu's eyes bulge! Even Qian Xing, who usually sold small items, gaped in amazement, looking like a country bumpkin.

An eerie atmosphere spread between the two.

"Is it clean?" Old Wu's voice trembled slightly.

Having been in this business for so long, he had never seen such a large amount in this city. The cardholder must be someone important. If Qian Xing's hands weren't clean and left any traces, Old Wu would be in trouble too.

"Don't worry, Brother Wu, it's absolutely clean!"

Qian Xing steeled himself to answer. If he said he had taken it from a dead man, the two million might not end up in his hands.

A glint of something indiscernible flashed in Old Wu's honest eyes. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "The usual rate, ten percent!"

Everyone who had him crack credit card passwords had to pay ten percent of the amount in the card.

With his enhanced vision, Qian Xing saw every change in Old Wu's expression. Seeing Old Wu ask for the commission according to the rules, Qian Xing nodded in agreement and let Old Wu take ten percent of the commission.

Old Wu might have had other ideas, but as long as he didn't make the first move, Qian Xing wouldn't resort to killing him. After all, Qian Xing was still a student, not a murderer.

Leaving the place, Qian Xing's first action was to buy a large hat that could cover most of his face. He withdrew 60,000 yuan in cash from three ATMs in one go.

Phew, the living expenses for the near future were secured. Even if the cardholder froze the card, it wouldn't matter.

In the following days, Qian Xing spent his days in the dormitory studying the "Black Dragon Kick" manual and his nights disguised, sneaking to various ATMs in the city to withdraw money. At first, he was afraid that someone connected to the black-clothed man might trace his movements. The black-clothed man had almost severely injured him, and if more came, Qian Xing was sure he wouldn't be a match. However, with such a large sum of money—two million wasn't much to the rich, but to Qian Xing, it was a fortune!

Qian Xing had fallen into a state of madness, taking as much as he could!

On the fifth day, the security guard at the dormitory knocked on the door, "Qian Xing, the police are looking for you!"

The security guard's eyes clearly carried a hint of blame, "What did you do? You brought the police to the martial arts school!"

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