12: Got it, got it

Shen Bei also moved very quickly.

Upon entering the room, he directly unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle.

With a click.

Shen Bei said with a satisfied smile, "Brother, drink some water. Don't mind it, it's hard for me, a student, to earn money. After you help me make money, I'll definitely treat you to Maotai."

You Wuchang, the man, smiled with an unclear meaning on his face and took it, "To understand social etiquette at such a young age, that's good."

"However…" You Wuchang glanced at Shen Bei's action of putting the bottle cap in his pocket, "The bottle cap can just be thrown in the trash can."

Shen Bei had already prepared his rehearsal and response.

Shen Bei shook his head, "Brother, you might not know, this bottle cap is worth more than the bottle. By the way, after you finish drinking, I need to take the bottle to sell for money."

You Wuchang was stunned for a moment, his mouth twitching.

This guy is absolutely obsessed with money!

He must be the kind of person who feels like he's lost a hundred million if he doesn't pick up money when he goes out, a little maniac for wealth.

"Sit down first."

You Wuchang invited him with a laugh, and the more he looked at Shen Bei's beating heart, the more delighted he became.

Shen Bei sat down properly.

He scanned the room.

There were no signs of life.

Dust had accumulated on the windowsill.

Even the floor was not very clean, with fixed footprints leading to the window.

The curtains were also half-drawn.

It wasn't dark yet.

The curtains should have been open.

All this indicated that this man did not intend to live here long-term.

Moreover, he often hid behind the curtains to observe the outside situation.

At this moment, Shen Bei felt that the murderer Gu Changfeng spoke of was sitting right in front of him!

Shen Bei calmed his excited emotions, found a topic, and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"

"Just call me Brother You."

"I've really met a good person!" Shen Bei said with an innocent expression, "Brother You is willing to help me earn pocket money, that's really great."

You Wuchang chuckled, "I just enjoy helping others, especially those of your age. I particularly like it."

"So, where do we start?"

"No rush."

You Wuchang leaned back on the sofa, in a bold and imposing posture, exuding an aura of dominance, "I want to ask you, you said you have parents, but as far as I know, you don't. Why are you lying?"

Shen Bei replied with a solemn expression, "Brother You, that's a logical problem. If I didn't have parents, did I just pop out of a rock?"

"My parents will always live in my heart!"

This answer made You Wuchang's expression falter.

Interesting.

You Wuchang laughed and asked, "Then how much money do you want to earn?"

"Of course, the more the better."

"People, you see…" You Wuchang elongated his tone and continued, "The amount of money one can earn is limited. Once it exceeds that, it will flow out in other forms of cost."

Shen Bei asked blankly, "Brother You, what you're saying is too profound. Let's keep it simple."

You Wuchang's eyes filled with an unclear, cruel gleam, "It means, some money you shouldn't earn."

Shen Bei feigned ignorance, "Is there money in this world that shouldn't be earned?"

"Yes."

You Wuchang nodded and continued, "This is what's called 'improper wealth position'."

"Profound!" Shen Bei gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother You, you have abundant life experience. I must learn from you. My brain is a bit slow to react, so you drink some water first and speak slowly."

You Wuchang sneered inwardly.

You're not slow-witted!

Otherwise, how could he casually and unguardedly enter a stranger's room?

He truly loves money more than his life.

You Wuchang shifted his body, leaning forward, and casually picked up the mineral water in front of him.

For a split second, Shen Bei's heart almost stopped.

In reality, Shen Bei himself was being overly cautious.

You Wuchang was wary of many people, wary of the police station, wary of external Martial Artists, wary of other suspicious individuals, but he never thought to suspect Shen Bei.

A teenager, and a student at that.

He had no grudges against him. Even if he had thought of killing him before, he hadn't acted on it, had he?

In this situation, would a teenager scheme against him?

Let alone You Wuchang, any other person probably wouldn't think that way.

If everyone was so paranoid, their nerves would have long since broken down.

So, many of Shen Bei's disguises were actually useless.

You Wuchang hadn't thought about these things, so he drank water very naturally, picking up the bottle and taking a large gulp.

A Martial Artist drinking water isn't like a girl, taking small sips.

With one gulp, the cup was more than half empty.

Seeing this, Shen Bei's heart rejoiced, and he slapped his thigh:

"Oh, my brain! I'll go downstairs to get a pen and paper. I need to write down all your life insights so I can ponder and learn from them in the future!"

After speaking.

Shen Bei ran out directly.

You Wuchang didn't mind, after all, he hadn't even told him his method of making money yet.

This greedy fellow would definitely come back.

During this time, You Wuchang turned and went back to the bedroom, pulling out a large black bag from under the bed.

He unzipped it.

Inside were various gleaming, incredibly sharp tools.

You Wuchang revealed a cruel, fierce smile, his eyes glowing with a crimson light, "Shen Bei, oh Shen Bei, this is your improper wealth position. You will have to pay the price with your life."

"And I will obtain a fresh, vibrant heart, make it into a Medicinal Pill, and extend my lifespan!"

… …

Meanwhile, Shen Bei's plan had succeeded.

He didn't sneak back home but went downstairs, finding a secluded, uninhabited place to hide.

This was Shen Bei's caution.

He was mainly afraid that You Wuchang might notice something during the period the anesthetic was taking effect.

Once he realized, he would inevitably rush to the third floor to seek revenge on him.

For a Martial Artist, a door is more fragile than a crispy snack.

Naturally, it couldn't protect Shen Bei.

It was best to directly distance himself, so You Wuchang couldn't find him; this was the best strategy.

At this moment, Shen Bei's eyes were fixed on the distant stairwell.

He already held a steel pipe in his hand.

If You Wuchang tried to run, he could disregard Martial Artist ethics and just hit him with a blunt object!

"Guaranteed win!"

… …

At this time, You Wuchang laid out all the various knives from the bag.

"Evisceration knife, bone-breaking blade, skinning dagger, sinew-severing pliers…"

"I am a man who strictly follows procedures."

"Believe me, Shen Bei, your death won't be painful."

You Wuchang let out a few cackles.

As he stood up.

You Wuchang suddenly felt his vision blur.

He shook his head, and abruptly felt his legs go soft, even having an urge to collapse.

Instantly.

You Wuchang sensed something was wrong within his body.

A ridiculous, incredibly terrifying feeling surged into his heart.

"Anesthetic! That bottle of water… how is that possible!"

You Wuchang's legs turned to noodles; he barely managed to lean against the wall to avoid falling.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face ashen, and there was a faint anxiety and unease in his eyes. He was breathing heavily, unable to believe it.

He had not shown any flaws, so how could this Shen Bei have drugged him?

You Wuchang, dizzy in the head, was greatly alarmed and incredulous at this moment.

He had killed so many people without a single failure, yet he was defeated by a young kid!

To capsize in a ditch, to play with eagles all day, only to have his eye pecked out by a sparrow!

"It must be premeditated! A mere ordinary person, Shen Bei, wouldn't dare to drug me even with a hundred guts! Perhaps the police station has already surrounded the place outside!"

You Wuchang dared not use the main entrance; he could only jump out the window, hoping to find a way out.

He decisively moved his feet and headed towards the kitchen, intending to jump from the fourth floor to escape!

His head was throbbing, and by now, he felt his limbs becoming increasingly numb.

Struggling to move from the room to the living room, You Wuchang fiercely pounded his legs. At this point, he felt he could no longer control his limbs.

Shen Bei was a person who strictly followed procedures. If the street vendor uncle said to increase the dose, then he would increase it.

He had put in far too much medicine.

Even if a Martial Artist's resistance was strong, You Wuchang was only a second-rank after all.

Shen Bei had used ten times the normal dose. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be drooling and unconscious by now.

Yet You Wuchang could still move, which showed his resilience.

But he had no time to be proud of his resistance. With strong willpower and a desire to survive, he finally moved to the edge of the balcony.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother You? I'm back!"