CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93: THREAT

A few employees who were about to enter quickly retreated upon hearing this, and the atmosphere suddenly went silent.

Boss Huang’s face turned pale.

Martial Artists are not ordinary people. The more you know, the more you realize how terrifying these people can be.

Their positions might not be high, and their personal power might not be great, but their status is lofty, enjoying special national privileges. No one would offend a Martial Artist for no reason. Even when some Martial Artists commit crimes, unless it’s too egregious, people often turn a blind eye and don’t investigate too closely.

Boss Huang hastily forced out a smile that was more wretched than crying, and said, "Young brother, it’s a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. Look at me, the dog eyes that failed to see Mount Tai!"

"What about the money?"

"I’ll give it immediately, that’s for sure." Boss Huang’s forehead was drenched with cold sweat as he declared with certainty. No one dares to swipe money from a Martial Artist; that would be asking for death.

"Let’s go to your office then?"

"Alright, alright, alright!"

Chen Shouyi grabbed Boss Huang and walked out of the reception room, casting a cold glance around. All the employees quickly averted their eyes, pretending nothing happened, their whole bodies trembling with fear.

He snorted coldly and strode into the general manager’s office, throwing Boss Huang down.

Mrs. Chen followed behind without a word. Her face revealed no expression as she walked in after him.

Boss Huang clumsily got up from the ground, sat in his chair, trembling as he opened the account book on his computer, forcing out a smile, "The total amount of money is 3.83 million. Sister Jiang, can you confirm if it’s this amount?"

Mrs. Chen estimated in her mind and replied, "It’s the right amount!"

"That’s good, that’s good. I’ll transfer it right away."

"Wait a minute!" Chen Shouyi interrupted, "Isn’t there supposed to be interest?"

"Right, right, I forgot, the interest!" Boss Huang awkwardly laughed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He took out a calculator and quickly punched in the numbers, "It’s 4.113 million, rounding it up, I’ll transfer 4.2 million to you. Check if that’s correct?"

Chen Shouyi didn’t question why 4.113 million rounded up to 4.2 million.

...

The transfer couldn’t be immediate, so Chen Shouyi stayed in the office to keep watch.

The anxious Boss Huang felt nervous and didn’t dare to breathe heavily, and the whole company fell silent.

After an hour, they checked the bank card number and confirmed the transfer was received, then Chen Shouyi rose and left the company with Mrs. Chen.

...

On the way back.

"You know someone by their face but not by their heart. It’s hard to believe this person is so conniving, clearly having the money but unwilling to pay it back. Almost losing it completely." Mrs. Chen sighed.

"Good thing I was clever and saw through it," Chen Shouyi said proudly.

"Clever my foot! I’ve noticed you’re getting more violent. Can’t you just talk things through instead of acting like a murderer?" Mrs. Chen glared at him. The loud noise earlier made her heart pound with fear, and even now, thinking about it made her heartbeat race.

Her son used to be so obedient, but recently he’s been getting more troublesome.

...

Afterwards, they visited a real estate agency to list their old house for sale.

Now, the housing prices in Dongning City have completely hit rock bottom. Prices that were originally eight or nine thousand, or even ten thousand, have now dropped to only three or four thousand, and they’re still falling.

The house owned by Chen Shouyi’s family was in a nice area, facing the street. With a 230-square-meter building area and an additional 50-60 square meter courtyard, it could have easily sold for four million in the past, with buyers fighting over it.

But now, to sell it quickly, they listed it at a low price of just 1.2 million.

On the way back, Mrs. Chen sighed repeatedly.

Perhaps more than the painful price, it was the emotional attachment that was hard to let go.

...

In the evening, while eating at a small restaurant outside.

Chen Dawei suddenly mentioned, "How about tomorrow we invite our eldest brother and sister-in-law out for a meal together?"

They were referring to their uncle’s family.

"No, let’s wait till Dongning stabilizes, plus Yu Ting is studying at university in Hedong, so it will be easier to contact then." Mrs. Chen cautiously advised.

Chen Dawei sighed and finally said nothing more.

...

Memory Space.

Chen Shouyi focused his heart on Director Fang, carefully experiencing every movement within his body.

The heartbeat was strong and forceful, the muscles contained explosive power.

What a powerful body!

The muscles coordinated highly like a precise yet sensitive machine, with no internal friction or delay. Every command was executed, every move conveyed a sense of simple and coordinated beauty.

This was the strongest human he had ever seen.

He estimated internally that the opponent’s strength was about one point five to one point six times his own, nearly five or six hundred kilograms, which translates to an attribute of roughly 14.5.

Unfortunately, he lacked memories of the opponent’s combat, making it difficult to estimate their reaction ability.

After all, this was a memory, and his mind couldn’t control this body.

But just this terrifying strength alone was enough to crush any Martial Artist.

Is this the great Martial Artist?

Facing such an existence, Chen Shouyi felt he couldn’t block even one move.

...

He exited the Memory Space and just as he opened his eyes, he saw a small figure leap through the air in front of him. He instinctively reached out and caught it.

The next moment, he heard a sharp scream.

"Let go of me, @#￥ giant, you’re hurting me."

Upon closer inspection, Chen Shouyi found it was the Shell Lady. He quickly released her and carefully checked to ensure she wasn’t damaged.

"Why are you jumping around?" Chen Shouyi asked irritably.

If he had used just a bit more force just now, the Shell Lady might have been crushed to death.

The Shell Lady was in tears from the pain, "I just wanted to see if I could fly?"

"Can you fly?"

"No!" The Shell Lady shook her head dejectedly. After being pinched, she seemed to have become somewhat sentimental, replying in a crying voice, "I’ve forgotten how to fly."

"I’m sure you can still fly, just not here," Chen Shouyi comforted.

"I want to go back to my old place. I don’t like it here!" the Shell Lady sulked, and tears started to roll down.

Not watching TV and being stuck in a briefcase clearly took a toll on her.

"In the old place, there was no Prepared, you don’t want to watch Prepared." Chen Shouyi tempted her.

"But you won’t let me watch it!" The Shell Lady’s expression changed, and she quickly wiped away her tears, her face lighting up with excitement, "If you let me watch it now, I won’t go back."

"Just wait a few more days!"

"One sunrise to sunset or one more sunrise to sunset?"

"At most six days!" Chen Shouyi considered and said.

In six days, there will be a small Martial Artist gathering hosted by the Provincial Government. Regardless of whether the house sells smoothly, he must rush to Hedong.

The Shell Lady counted on her fingers and shook her head vigorously, "No way! No way! No way!"

"Too long..." Suddenly, she turned her head, "But if you give me another big gem, I’ll agree; otherwise, I want to go back."

She gestured with her hands to indicate a big size.

Damn, is this a threat?