After dinner, the man escorted Wu Minzhe out. He seemed to want to invite him for a drink at a bar or something similar, but Wu Minzhe rejected the offer with a coquettish smile. The man reluctantly kissed the back of Wu Minzhe's hand, and then the two waved goodbye.
Driving home, Wu Minzhe suddenly felt the hair on his body stand on end. With a speed unattainable by ordinary people, he dodged to the side just as a finger, shimmering with a cold light, appeared where his head had been moments before.
Wu Minzhe kicked out, sending his combat-unsuitable high heels flying. With a loud RIP, he tore away the restrictive bodycon dress himself.
With a low growl, his muscles began to bulge, but before he could activate his abilities, a punch smashed into his face, sending blood gushing. He was flung backward into a wall.
However, the injuries healed at a visibly rapid pace. Even his "beautiful features" quickly returned to normal, leaving no bruises.
"Huh!" Big Rabbit exclaimed, their voice thick with envy. Chen Gu flexed his own fist; it wasn't wearing the Apocalyptic Holy Hand.
He looked at Wu Minzhe, who was braced for an attack, and asked, "A Regenerator?"
This was a new profession whose members possessed cells with endless vitality, rendering them nearly immortal and extremely difficult to kill. High-Energy-Level Regenerators could continuously regenerate from even a single living cell, eventually recovering as a complete human being.
Dora and the other two emerged from the darkness, surrounding Wu Minzhe.
Wu Minzhe's expression changed. Against a single opponent, he was absolutely confident he could outlast them, but four against one meant certain defeat.
Once Regenerators fell into enemy hands, their fate was particularly miserable. They could withstand any torture and could not die even if they wished to.
"Who are you people? What do you want? I don't have any money..."
"Bullshit!" Chen Gu lost his temper and launched a fierce assault. Nuclear Combat Technique was the core fighting skill of the Atomic Holy Church's Radiation Missionaries. How could an unaffiliated professional like Wu Minzhe, with no significant backing, withstand it?
Even without Chen Gu using the power of the Apocalyptic Holy Hand, Wu Minzhe was pummeled relentlessly. After blocking the first three punches, he had no strength left to retaliate and was quickly covered in blood.
As Chen Gu pummeled him, he cursed, "You just swindled fifty million from me, and now you say you have no money?"
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! Another round of heavy punches rained down.
Wu Minzhe healed even as new wounds appeared—a truly excruciatingly ambivalent sensation. Hearing Chen Gu's words, he suddenly realized, "You're the President?"
"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I really have no money."
Chen Gu became furious. "What do you actually have that's valuable?"
Wu Minzhe stammered, and Chen Gu raised his fist. "Itching for another beating, are you?"
"I'll talk, I'll talk..." Wu Minzhe's eyes welled with tears. Boluo, watching from the side, was taken aback to find a strange pity stirring within her—he looked so pathetically endearing!
The thought shocked Boluo, and she quickly shook her head, trying to banish the unsettling idea.
"All my money is tied up in those goods."
"Where are the goods?"
Wu Minzhe gave a warehouse location. Chen Gu punched him in the stomach, and Wu Minzhe immediately doubled over like a shrimp.
"Still not being honest, are you?" Chen Gu berated him. "Don't try to fob me off with that junk! What about the items that professionals can use? Only those are valuable."
It took Wu Minzhe a moment to catch his breath. He could regenerate infinitely, but the pain from his injuries was very real.
"In... in the safe..." Wu Minzhe said, his face a mask of misery. "I really don't have much stock. Most of the items I listed on the Mystic Staff were just reposts from other sellers."
Chen Gu didn't believe him for a second. He marched Wu Minzhe to a walk-in closet in the apartment and forced him to open a hidden safe.
The safe's interior wasn't large, only about a cubic meter, and it held various boxes made of different materials, all neatly arranged.
Many precious materials have unique properties and require specific types of containers for storage.
Chen Gu unceremoniously pulled out all the boxes, making Wu Minzhe wince with each one. As Chen Gu began opening them for inspection, he said, "We're not bullies, you know..."
Really? Wu Minzhe wondered.
"You scammed me out of fifty million. Considering the relic, I'll take items worth another fifty million, and I won't touch anything else."
Wu Minzhe's head hung low. I'm just fish on the chopping block. He decides the price; what can I possibly say?
Chen Gu opened the first box. It looked exquisite, exuding an air of luxury, but inside was only a large, ornate gemstone ring.
"Tch!" Chen Gu tossed it aside carelessly. Such a trinket might be highly attractive to ordinary people, but it held little value for professionals.