Chapter 3

In the quiet, deserted alley of Jin Guan City, a man dressed in a white embroidered shirt appeared out of nowhere, rolled on the ground a few times, and a black handgun fell out.

"Hiss~"

An Yang quickly steadied himself, got up, and hurriedly picked up the gun from the ground. He looked around, put the gun into his personal space, and patted the dust off his shirt.

He took out his phone, frowning.

"Where am I? Wasn't I at home?"

"According to the location, you are still in Jin Guan City, not far from the chosen one's residence."

An Yang was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "Wasn't I at home before the transition? How did I end up here?"

The phone remained silent for a long time before a line of text flashed.

"…The Earth is spinning."

An Yang's expression stiffened.

"This explanation… Why didn't you throw me to Africa!"

"My computational system hasn't been used for a long time, so a small error is normal. It has been fixed now."

"Alright, don't really throw me to Africa. By the way, it's a good thing no one was here; otherwise, with the gun falling, I would have had to go to the police station."

The phone screen went dark.

An Yang was already at a loss with this phone that had supernatural abilities. He rubbed his sore waist and walked out of the dark alley.

A ray of sunlight shone on his face. In just a month, he felt as if he had experienced a different world. The experiences of the past month seemed like a dream.

This mission in the "This Killer Is Not So Cold" world lasted more than a month. Perhaps due to the prologue, his gains were significant. Two guns with accessories and several bullets were stored in his personal space, along with several abilities that others could only dream of.

"Hmm, I still have about 70,000 US dollars left. I wonder if it can be used in the real world. With the current probability, six times seven is forty-two… Hey, did I suddenly become very rich?"

"Is this really not a dream?"

An Yang walked down the street, his mind somewhat dazed. He still didn't dare to confirm that this was real, and he was even more uncertain that he had just pulled the trigger twice from a distance and killed someone.

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the crowd ahead, and a woman's voice was heard.

"Stop the thief, stop the thief! The thief stole my bag."

"In broad daylight, you two dare to steal my bag. Stop right there!"

Two young men quickly parted the crowd and rushed toward An Yang. The one in front held an LV fashion bag and occasionally looked back.

Perhaps An Yang blocked their way, and the man holding the bag pushed him without hesitation and ran forward.

An Yang was not short, standing at 1.8 meters, and he wasn't thin. People nowadays tend to avoid trouble, and these two were also tall and strong, so the thief never thought An Yang would attack them.

But An Yang was currently troubled and had just received the transmission of Combat Proficiency (Basic). The thief would have been fine if he hadn't pushed him.

"Bang!"

Before the crowd could see what happened, the thief fell to the ground, a large bump on his forehead, and the pink limited-edition LV bag flew out of his hand.

It was proven that even Basic Combat Proficiency was still Combat Proficiency, at least at a professional level, far exceeding ordinary hooligans.

Combat Proficiency told him that before reaching the Master level, never let your opponent have a chance to fight back. Always seize the advantage and finish them off, or you might lose!

So, when the hooligan tried to struggle and get up, An Yang stepped forward without hesitation and stomped on his head. This move was simple yet violent.

"Bang."

A dull sound echoed, and the crowd's eyes widened, swallowing their saliva. Seeing the thief's head and the blood on the tiled sidewalk, they felt a chill.

An Yang turned to look at the other young man, who instinctively took a step back, drew a dagger from his waist, and said menacingly:

"What do you want? This is none of your business. We're all in the same line, I warn… I advise you, leave a way out for everything."

An Yang was lost in thought. At this moment, he felt most truly that everything the time-traveling phone brought him was real, including the strength. Although it gave him an unreal feeling, it was also so intoxicating.

A tall woman rushed over, picked up the bag, and looked up at him with joy. "Thank you, this… I'm Song Hanshan. Thanks to you this time."

An Yang glanced at her. She was dressed fashionably, with light makeup, and was very beautiful, a true beauty with a strong presence. From the LV bag, her family background seemed good.

But he had no time to care about these things. How to put it, he had just experienced a great adventure, and his mind was in chaos.

The hooligan looked at him, his eyes narrowing, and he rushed forward, the dagger stabbing fiercely. He still had some restraint, aiming for the stomach, as no one could afford a murder.

"Ah!"

The beautiful woman screamed, having never seen such a scene before.

"Hmph, asking for death!"

An Yang was quick. He hadn't reached the level of catching a blade bare-handed, but he dodged the attack, used the momentum to push him away, and when the distance was right, kicked the hooligan's crotch hard.

"Bang."

"Hisss!! Ah!!!"

Seeing the hooligan's distorted face, the crowd seemed to hear the sound of his testicles shattering, feeling a chill in their own bodies.

The young man clutched his crotch and fell to his knees, completely overwhelmed by the intense pain, not even noticing the dagger falling to the ground.

The beautiful woman was stunned, taking a while to react, and quickly took out her phone to make a call.

"Sir, wait a moment, I need to make a call."

"Hello, Uncle Lin, I'm on Wutong Road. I've encountered a bit of trouble. Please bring people over quickly, yes, it's urgent."

The beautiful woman put down the phone, looking at the tall An Yang, her eyes shining, and extended her hand.

"Alright, I'll handle the rest. Thank you very much. Let me introduce myself again, I'm Song Hanshan, nice to meet you."

An Yang looked at her, unable to deny that she was stunning, especially with her light makeup, making her look like a celestial beauty. Her figure was also excellent, and her fashionable and elegant attire accentuated her beauty.

"Hello, I'm An Yang…"

As he spoke, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, withdrew his extended hand, took out the phone, glanced at it, took a deep breath, and put it back in his pocket without showing any emotion.

Song Hanshan was a bit awkward and also withdrew her hand.

But she didn't mind. Seeing An Yang put away his phone, she said, "An Yang, right? Thank you for helping me just now. You were so cool, taking down those two thieves in a few moves. Have you practiced martial arts?"

An Yang frowned and didn't answer. After looking at his phone, he had the intention to leave. "I'll leave the rest to you. I won't get involved. I have to go."

Song Hanshan was stunned and quickly said, "Please wait, I haven't thanked you yet."

An Yang shook his head and turned to leave. "No need, I have some things to do."

Song Hanshan was taken aback and hurriedly followed. "Mr. An Yang, leave a contact number. I will definitely thank you. Hey, Mr. An Yang…"

An Yang remained silent, quickening his pace, and soon disappeared around the corner.

Song Hanshan was left standing there, looking down at herself, wondering why her usual charm was gone. After a while, her eyes sparkled.

"What a cool man."

Soon, a black business car arrived, followed closely by several police cars.

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"How long has it been since I left?"

This time, only a line of text appeared on the phone screen, with no sound.

"According to the Nochel Time Formula, the time ratio between the Origin World and the Base World is 10:1. The chosen one spent 33 days in the Origin World, and about three days and 7 hours have passed in the real world."

An Yang nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "Did anyone call me these days?"

A photo of a pretty girl appeared on the phone screen, along with some data and a prominent number.

"Yes, a girl named Ji Weiwei called you 28 times."

An Yang's expression changed. It had been three days, and the girl might have called the police.

"Trouble, call her back quickly."

The call was quickly connected, and a clear female voice came through.

"Hello?"

"Cough… Hello, it's me, An Yang."

"An Yang?! Where have you been? I've been looking for you for three days, and I couldn't reach you on the phone."

"Um… I dropped my phone when I quit my job, and I just bought a new one."

"Bullshit, why didn't I find you at home? You weren't there, right? Don't think I don't know about the key you hid above the door frame. I slept at your place the day before yesterday. If you don't come back, I was going to call the police."

An Yang was stunned and said in surprise, "How did you know I hid the key above the door frame?"

The voice on the phone softened, seemingly sighing. "Don't give me that. Tell me the truth, why did you quit your job and break your phone? Did you suffer some injustice? Where have you been these days? Hey, wait, did you go to a brothel?"

An Yang broke out in a sweat but had to change the subject. "You really care a lot. By the way, are you still at my place?"

"No, my mom called me home, saying my dad was seriously ill. I'm in the car now. Oh, we're entering a tunnel. I'll call you later."

"Is your dad okay? Hello?"

An Yang slowly put down his phone, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Ji Weiwei was his old friend. How old, he couldn't remember, but they had played together since they were very young, and their relationship was unbreakable.

Ji Weiwei's parents and his parents lived in Yan City, and they were all teachers in the same teacher's neighborhood. The two grew up together in Yan City, from kindergarten to university, and were in the same class until high school. They only separated when they went to different majors in university. They were truly childhood sweethearts, and he often went out to eat with Ji Weiwei, which his roommates often teased him about.

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