305: Is this fate?

This information required a very high level of access.

Originally, this was Beijing, not Shen Bei's territory.

Also, all Martial Artist data is stored on the Martial Arts Management Bureau server, and neither Shen Bei nor Zhuang Bifan knew anyone at the Martial Arts Management Bureau.

Let alone Beijing, even in Shen City, to investigate a Martial Artist's information, one either had to go through the Patrol Bureau or find someone with status like Yu Qi.

The information in front of Shen Bei now had not gone through the Martial Arts Management Bureau's approval or retrieval process.

Instead, Bai Wei directly used her authority to print it out.

As a Martial God, Bai Wei had extremely high authority; she could even access Shen Bei's information, let alone Bo Tao's.

To put it bluntly, all Martial Artists in the country were transparent to her.

This was a Martial God!

Shen Bei reviewed the data for a long time, for a full half hour.

He looked speechless.

The data showed that Bo Tao graduated from Yanzhou Province Martial Arts University and did not get into Beijing Martial Arts University.

He was currently a Seventh Rank Martial Artist.

However, what was surprising was that when Bo Tao graduated, he was only a Fourth Rank Martial Artist.

In less than three short years, he rapidly ascended to a Seventh Rank Martial Artist.

This speed definitely did not come from refining his own attributes.

It was clear at a glance that these attributes were definitely boosted by drugs.

But the problem was.

The data showed that before Bo Tao graduated, he was still a student relying on a national scholarship.

After graduation, he never even went to the Hell, but suddenly became rich.

It was like a stable life suddenly taking off, with his trajectory skyrocketing.

Shen Bei looked it over and over for a long time.

He had not seen Bo Tao open any company, nor did he even have a proper job.

If Bo Tao had opened a company, there would definitely be tax records.

Martial Artists opening companies had tax benefits, so finding someone else to act as the legal representative would be more trouble than it was worth.

“So… how did this guy get his money?”

Shen Bei couldn't understand it at all.

Boosting attributes with drugs was no joke; it was a huge test of financial resources.

Looking at Ren Qianna, she was also a Seventh Rank Martial Artist, with a life trajectory similar to Bo Tao's.

She suddenly rose to prominence.

He didn't understand, he didn't understand.

“Illegal gains?”

Yet, Bo Tao and Ren Qianna had no criminal records...

Or rather, they might have, but it might not have implicated them.

Shen Bei rubbed his chin and pushed the data aside.

Thinking about all that nonsense was useless.

Who didn't have their own secrets?

He couldn't replicate Bo Tao's wealth, so other things were meaningless to him.

Even if there were criminal activities, that wasn't Shen Bei's business to manage.

He was still in a hurry to go to the Hell.

Hustling for odd jobs and stacking attributes was the real deal.

He had no time to research how Bo Tao made money.

Shen Bei called Zhuang Bifan, and they walked out.

The two had lunch at a small, humble eatery.

Shen Bei, out of curiosity, even ordered a bowl of Douzhi.

With that one sip.

Shen Bei's impression of Beijing immediately dropped a star.

“How has this anti-human food survived until now…?”

Shen Bei spat.

Zhuang Bifan laughed: “I told you not to order it, but you wouldn’t listen, you stubborn mule. It’s like when I went against common sense to eat Zheergen.”

“What does Zheergen taste like?”

“You’ll know if you try it; I guarantee your impression of Beijing will improve a notch.”

“You’ve successfully piqued my curiosity.”

Shen Bei rinsed his mouth with water and stood up to leave.

“You wait for me, what do you mean?!” Zhuang Bifan shouted, his eyes wide.

“Naturally…”

Shen Bei darted out of the restaurant, his voice echoing: “Whoever runs slower pays the bill!”

Zhuang Bifan: ...

You old bastard!

...Soon after.

The two arrived at Majuqiao again.

It was still a bustling crowd, the truest bottom of society.

“Can’t you be a bit more high-class and sophisticated?”

Zhuang Bifan was getting a bit fed up.

Was Shen Bei only interested in odd jobs, completely devoid of passion for anything else?

Couldn't he do something else?

Shen Bei waved his hand: “You don’t understand the happiness of a laborer. I’ll give you a break; you can do whatever you want.”

“No.” Zhuang Bifan refused flatly: “Do you think I’m following you because Bai Wei is afraid you’ll run off? It’s because she’s afraid you’ll get into a fight and it’ll reach the ears of the big shots, making them lose Face, and then you’d be locked up.”

Shen Bei was choked for a moment, but he didn't show much embarrassment. He narrowed his eyes, his tone relaxed, and he said lightly: “So you’re here to help me fight. That’s good, if I don’t raise a hand, then I’m not at fault. From now on, wherever I point, you hit.”

Zhuang Bifan: ???

“It’s to break up fights! What the Hell are you talking about fighting?!” Zhuang Bifan replied with a heavy tone.

Shen Bei lifted his chin: “So I misunderstood you, then.”

“Wildly mistaken.” Zhuang Bifan rolled his eyes.

The two chatted idly, weaving through the crowd.

Majuqiao was different from other Labor Markets; it was very large.

If you didn't move around, you couldn't hear the voices of some bosses calling out for work.

Soon.

Shen Bei heard whispers from the crowd:

“No matter how much money they offer, I won’t take that job, it’s unlucky!”

“Yeah, I heard that people who do that kind of work stay single their whole lives.”

“Pah! When someone dies, they charge a fortune, but now there’s dirty work, and they want us to do it?!”

“Let’s go, let’s go. They won’t do it themselves, but they hire others to do it. These people who just collect their salaries, I look down on them.”

“I want to ask, who pays if my clothes get dirty?”

...

Shen Bei's ears twitched.

What was going on?

Was it similar to the sewer unclogging work he did in Lingnan City?

That kind of work seemed fine.

Aside from being a bit smelly, it was fully mechanized.

Were the laborers in Beijing so picky?

Shen Bei curiously pushed through the crowd.

He saw a man who looked about sixty years old, with an aura that gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

It was as if he had spent too much time with dead people, acquiring that cold, ominous Qi.

But he didn't look like a boss at all.

“Elder brother, what kind of work is it?” Shen Bei asked.

The man's throat was almost hoarse from shouting. He took a sip of water and repeated: “There was a car accident on the Jingha Expressway; everyone on a passenger bus died. The work is simple: collect the bodies, take them to the funeral home, and piece them back together. I’ll do the facial restoration. I urgently need help for this job; the funeral home is paying 3,000 yuan!”

Shen Bei: ...

Holy crap.

So he had misunderstood.

It wasn't unclogging sewers.

It was moving corpses!

Although the man said it was simple, a little thought would reveal the truth.

Highway car accident...

Everyone dead.

That would inevitably mean blurred flesh and blood, scattered limbs, and rolling organs.

The ground would be covered in blood and minced flesh, making it impossible to step anywhere.

And that wasn't even counting having to pull the deceased out of the twisted vehicle.

Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle.

No wonder other laborers wouldn't do it; even for 10,000 yuan, no one would be willing.

It was just too unlucky.

If they caught something inauspicious, or clashed with something, and then fell ill when they got home, it wouldn't be worth it.

Although the above was superstition, as a long-standing folk culture, it still had fertile ground in the countryside.

Shen Bei scratched his head.

This job was no problem at all for Shen Bei.

After all, he had planted flags in the Hell and seen Third Master's basement.

It could be said that a car accident scene was a small affair.

But Shen Bei had never had the habit of collecting bodies; he always just killed them and left freely.

“You’re not interested, are you?”

Zhuang Bifan, beside him, looked at Shen Bei with great surprise.

Shen Bei sniffed.

The money didn't matter.

Mainly, he had never done this kind of temporary work.

Who knew what attributes it might activate?

What if...

It dropped something rare.

But this job was indeed a bit disgusting.

At this moment, the man, seeing Shen Bei hesitate, immediately tried to persuade him: “Think of it this way, even if the scene is incredibly gruesome, they are all familiar body parts; it’s just a matter of piecing them back together. Doesn’t that sound much better?”

Shen Bei's expression shifted.

“Earning money is indeed hard, but if the effort yields high income, then it’s not hard, right? You’re a young man, even if it’s just curiosity, it’s an experience.”

Shen Bei's eyes lit up.

“How about it? Are you doing it? Let’s hurry up and go now.”

Shen Bei rubbed his chin: “Gotta add money…”

The man almost fell to the ground, his Face aghast: “If you had mentioned adding money earlier, I wouldn’t have wasted my breath! I’ll add another 2,000, for a total of 5,000!”

“Let’s go!”

Shen Bei immediately got into the funeral home’s golden minivan.

Zhuang Bifan: ???

No.

How short on money was Shen Bei, really?

You are a Martial Artist!

Not a desperate homeless person!

Holy crap.

Taking other jobs was one thing.

He dared to take this job?

He was crazy!

He was truly crazy!

Zhuang Bifan’s eyes bulged, and he felt completely numb…

“Is he your accomplice?”

The man looked in the rearview mirror, driving while looking at Zhuang Bifan, who was carrying a mirror.

Shen Bei replied calmly: “He’s my bodyguard, just ignore him.”

The man: ...

Crazy.

Truly crazy!

An odd-job worker with a bodyguard?

The man’s mouth twitched: “Then… I won’t add any extra money.”

Shen Bei grinned: “No need, you can even charge him for gas money for the ride.”

Zhuang Bifan: ???

Alright, alright, so you’re not human, huh?

Now, Zhuang Bifan felt a bit of sympathy for the four members of Zha Tian Gang.

How could they tolerate such a shameless person?

Soon.

The three got on the highway.

Heading straight for the accident scene.

During their conversation, they learned that the man's name was Bu Jin.

A very rare surname.

Along the way, Bu Jin meticulously explained the work process.

To Shen Bei, it sounded like a human jigsaw puzzle.

Bu Jin tossed over a white coat: “Put this on, so you don’t get your clothes dirty.”

Soon.

They arrived at the accident scene.

Shen Bei jumped out of the car.

With one glance.

The accident scene was incredibly gruesome, the car body twisted, and the guardrails were shattered.

The scene was unbearable to look at without censorship.

Rescue personnel, traffic police, and firefighters were already working.

Some people couldn't bear the bloody Hell of the scene and ran to the side to vomit profusely.

Shen Bei's job was truly simple.

Anyone pronounced dead by the rescue personnel.

Shen Bei would take a body bag, put them in, and lift them into the golden minivan.

For bodies with missing organs, he had to search the scene.

Sometimes it was impossible to tell whose was whose.

He even had to consult Bu Jin and the doctors on site for judgment.

Of course, sometimes it was truly indistinguishable, and the common practice was… just deal with it casually.

Anyway, in the end, they would all turn to ash.

There weren't so many rules then.

They worked for nearly four hours.

Bu Jin drove the minivan many times, and only then were all the bodies collected and taken to the funeral home.

The remaining cleanup work at the scene was not Shen Bei's concern.

Logically speaking, Shen Bei's work was now complete.

But to settle the wages, he had to go to the funeral home's finance office.

After all, it was public money being spent.

Shen Bei had no choice but to follow.

Soon.

They arrived at the funeral home in the suburbs.

The hundreds of family members of the accident victims had already arrived, crying in such heart-wrenching grief that tears fell like rain.

The funeral home was already a somber place, and these cries of sorrow only added to the immense desolation.

“I need to prepare the deceased’s appearance so the family can see them one last time, and then we’ll hold the ceremony and cremation.”

Bu Jin continued: “You can go directly to the finance office to collect your money.”

Shen Bei nodded.

Just as he was about to part ways with Bu Jin.

His peripheral vision suddenly stopped, and he abruptly turned his head.

Shen Bei looked with surprise at the painful crowd, where there were two familiar figures.

They were…

Bo Tao and Ren Qianna, whom the system had prompted him to pay attention to!

Shen Bei tilted his head: “Why are they here? Did a relative die in the car accident?”

It didn't seem like it!

Both of them were wearing sunglasses and carrying empty large bags.

From the shape protruding from the bags, it seemed they still contained that golden teapot.

But there was no sadness on their faces; instead, they looked gleeful?

Shen Bei: ???