307: Damn you Mosaic!

When Shen Bei arrived at Evergrande Regal Palace, he found Zhuang Bifan in a nearby cafe.

For Zhuang Bifan, to monitor an area, he didn't need to be close to the target location at all.

All mirrors within a one-kilometer radius were his eyes and ears.

At this moment, Zhuang Bifan sat in a quiet corner of the cafe and waved when he saw Shen Bei.

Shen Bei jogged over and eagerly asked, "Did you prepare toilet paper?"

Zhuang Bifan: ...

Zhuang Bifan looked at Shen Bei's uninhibited demeanor and said, "Can you not be so disgusting?"

"If you watched, you watched. What's wrong with getting a little excited?"

Shen Bei sat to the side, then finally fixed his gaze on the mirror.

At this sight, Shen Bei was instantly dumbfounded, his head reeling.

"They're, they're really fighting?" Shen Bei muttered.

The mirror showed Bo Tao and Ren Qianna in the villa's living room.

The image's perspective came from a mirror hanging on the wall.

Bo Tao and Ren Qianna stood facing each other.

Bo Tao went up and slapped Ren Qianna.

This slap made blood seep from Ren Qianna's lips.

Ren Qianna hissed, but without much annoyance, she raised her hand and slapped Bo Tao back.

The two went back and forth like this, slapping each other for more than ten minutes before stopping.

Then, both of them, smiling, disappeared from in front of the mirror, going off to do who knows what.

This scene truly left Shen Bei dumbfounded.

"They just kept 'thwacking' like that?" Shen Bei asked eerily, pointing at the mirror.

Zhuang Bifan nodded, "That's right. Isn't it strange?"

Of course, it's strange!

If it were a fight, they would definitely be cursing and verbally attacking each other.

At the same time, they would be wrestling with twisted, ferocious expressions.

But Bo Tao and Ren Qianna's behavior was nothing like arguing or fighting over something.

To Shen Bei, it felt like a routine recreational activity.

"Two masochists?" Shen Bei tentatively analyzed.

Zhuang Bifan stroked his chin, "I don't think so. Real masochists use tools, like needles..."

"Can you still find out what they went to do?"

"Can't find them. They entered the mirror's blind spot."

"Then let's wait a bit longer. These two's behavior is too bizarre."

"I think you just want to take the opportunity to act, don't you?"

"This is called the Great Art of Wealth Transfer."

Zhuang Bifan scratched his head, wondering where he had heard that phrase before.

"Oh, right." Zhuang Bifan seemed to remember something and whispered, "When I accompanied you to the funeral home, Bo Tao and Ren Qianna's bags should have been empty, right?"

Shen Bei nodded, "They were indeed empty."

Zhuang Bifan said mysteriously, "But when they left, they were already full. They seemed to be filled with money."

Shen Bei tilted his head, "Stolen?"

"Doesn't seem like it. There were no reports from the deceased's family about missing money either." Zhuang Bifan analyzed, "Besides, that bag could hold five million in cash without a problem. Who would lose that much money and not say anything?"

Shen Bei was silent for a long time.

He rested his elbow on the table, stroking his chin.

His brows were tightly furrowed.

He understood less and less how Bo Tao and Ren Qianna, this couple, managed to conjure money.

Soon.

The scene in the mirror changed. Bo Tao and Ren Qianna, holding bags, reappeared in front of the mirror.

The two opened their bags and sparsely took out a few banknotes.

They exchanged glances, seemingly disappointed, and slumped onto the sofa, looking dejected.

Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan exchanged glances, understanding even less.

People as rich as them, what could they possibly be melancholy about?

Soon.

Bo Tao stripped completely naked, his little silkworm cocoon wiggling.

Ren Qianna smiled affectionately and also began to take off her clothes.

Zhuang Bifan's True Qi overflowed from his fingers, and he immediately manipulated the mirror, censoring Ren Qianna with a mosaic: "Not suitable for minors."

Shen Bei really wanted to give Zhuang Bifan a good punch.

Putting on airs of a decent person! After monitoring for so long, finally a benefit, and you f*cking censor it?

"You deserve to die!" Shen Bei said through gritted teeth.

Zhuang Bifan patiently explained, "We must stay away from gambling, prostitution, and drugs. Especially with a magical technique like mine, I must exercise restraint. Once a Heart Demon invades, it becomes unstoppable."

Shen Bei scoffed disdainfully, "You're quite restrained and disciplined! What a waste of your magical technique, not using it for righteous purposes."

Zhuang Bifan: ...

When Shen Bei looked at the mirror again, Bo Tao and Ren Qianna had already left for the bathroom.

Shen Bei saw the bag lying on the sofa and immediately stood up, "Cover me, I'm going to steal the bag!"

Zhuang Bifan said in surprise, "Let's not even talk about the problem of whether they are both Seventh Rank Martial Artists and whether you'll die if discovered. That bag probably contains no more than a thousand or eight hundred yuan. Is that even worth stealing? If you're going to steal, steal the safe!"

Zhuang Bifan switched the view to the bedroom.

The nearly thirty-square-meter master bedroom was exceptionally luxurious, exuding an aura that screamed for the poor to retreat.

And in the corner of the bedroom was a large safe.

"See, this safe must contain a huge amount of cash," Zhuang Bifan said, pointing.

But Shen Bei was not interested in the safe: "I only want the bag."

"Crazy!" Zhuang Bifan muttered.

In Shen Bei's opinion, what he was most curious about was not the cash itself, but how Bo Tao got the cash.

Through observation, he increasingly felt that the bag had a problem.

Although he couldn't figure out what the problem was for now.

But it was worth infiltrating the villa.

"Let's go."

Shen Bei pulled out a mask and put it on, seizing this window of opportunity to act quickly.

But Zhuang Bifan waved his hand and said somewhat arrogantly, "You just want this bag, right?"

Shen Bei nodded.

"I can do it. There's no need to sneak in."

Shen Bei: ???

The next moment.

Zhuang Bifan firmly secured the mirror, then turned and instructed, "Don't let the mirror surface fall."

Shen Bei immediately reached out to support it.

Then.

Under Shen Bei's astonished gaze.

Zhuang Bifan's entire body slowly entered the mirror.

The mirror surface rippled.

In an instant.

Zhuang Bifan passed through the mirror and directly jumped into the villa's living room.

Shen Bei hissed.

He turned to look towards the Evergrande Regal Palace villa.

This...

This was almost a kilometer away!

Zhuang Bifan just relied on the mirror connection and crossed over in an instant?

That's pretty impressive!

"Space Law?" Shen Bei guessed.

Originally, Shen Bei thought Zhuang Bifan's mirror only had the functions of monitoring and storing items.

He didn't expect to have his eyes opened today.

It could even cross space!

He learned something new.

Then, Shen Bei saw Zhuang Bifan, after landing in Bo Tao's villa living room, rub his hands and feet as he moved towards the sofa.

This living room was also exceptionally large.

Zhuang Bifan was still about twenty meters from the sofa.

Shen Bei watched Zhuang Bifan's posture and movements, scratching his head.

Had he gone crazy?

He could just use remote retrieval and be done with it!

Don't tell me you don't know this small Martial Skill...

But in an instant, Shen Bei felt that he was being muddled.

It shouldn't be that Zhuang Bifan couldn't, but rather that he couldn't use remote retrieval.

One must know that when a Martial Artist uses any Martial Skill, they can't help but emit True Qi fluctuations.

These fluctuations are like piercing warnings, easily detected by other Martial Artists nearby.

So, Zhuang Bifan had a reason for not using remote retrieval.

After all, it was stealing, not robbing.

The essence of stealing lies in being silent, unnoticed by gods or ghosts.

If Bo Tao and Ren Qianna discovered him stealing, not to mention the shouting and fighting.

What if it escalated to the military department... right?

He wouldn't be able to face anyone.

At this moment, Zhuang Bifan's footsteps were very light, like an old cat, moving step by step.

When he was still ten meters from the sofa.

An accident happened.

Bo Tao unexpectedly came out of the bathroom early.

He was wiping water droplets from his body with a white towel.

When he saw Zhuang Bifan, he was completely stunned.

He turned to look at the alarm sensors set up at the windows and door.

They were in normal working condition.

But how the hell did this person get in?

"Damn it! Who are you!" Bo Tao threw down his bath towel and roared.

Zhuang Bifan's expression was incredibly awkward, caught red-handed stealing!

But Zhuang Bifan was also very quick, doing it without hesitation.

He grabbed at the Void Realm with a backhand.

Bo Tao instantly looked at the bag on the sofa, his eyes suddenly changed, a stormy surge of emotion rising.

He naturally understood that this thief's target was the bag!

Bo Tao's eyes widened, his Seventh Rank Martial Artist aura erupted, his rugged face twisted and trembled, squeezing out each word as if from between his teeth: "If you dare touch that bag, I'll make sure you die without a burial place!"

Zhuang Bifan grabbed the bag from a distance, looking at Bo Tao with a normal expression, then turned and ran towards the mirror hanging on the wall.

"What an idiot!"

Bo Tao extended his right hand, True Qi surging, a large amount of True Qi gathered in his palm, forming a solid and terrifying ball of light.

Bo Tao pushed with his palm, and all the air in the room violently vibrated.

The white True Qi ball, like a cannonball, shot out, heading straight for Zhuang Bifan!

"He doesn't even know how to escape, actually running into a wall. Die! Thief!"

Boom!

The cannonball-like True Qi ball, carrying a domineering oppressive force that made one's hair stand on end, surged forth, overwhelming everything!

A wave-like shockwave squeezed out from both sides of the True Qi cannonball, rushing out in all directions, followed by an earth-shattering roar loud enough to rupture eardrums, but once the sound reached its extreme, nothing could be heard.

In a silent stillness, white light exploded behind Zhuang Bifan.

Violent Qi waves surged, and Zhuang Bifan was directly thrown back.

Fortunately, the direction he was thrown was towards the wall.

Pop~~

Using the force of the impact, Zhuang Bifan lunged forward, and just a second before the mirror shattered, he quickly passed through the mirror surface, instantly rolling into the cafe.

At this time, Zhuang Bifan was still suffering from the damage inflicted by Bo Tao's bombardment.

His body was actually burning with white flames!

The powerful strike from a Seventh Rank Martial Artist continuously burned and tore at Zhuang Bifan's tendons, bones, muscles, and internal organs, making him experience a long-lost, agonizing pain.

"Damn it!"

Shen Bei's eyes widened, and he continuously slapped at the white flames on Zhuang Bifan's body.

But the flames were like an unquenchable fire, useless no matter how much he slapped, continuing to scorch Zhuang Bifan's skin.

"Bai Wei!"

Zhuang Bifan, in agonizing pain, rolled on the ground, roaring the name.

Shen Bei immediately reacted, grabbing Zhuang Bifan's unburnt left hand, holding the mirror with his other hand, and kicked open the cafe door to go outside.

He stepped, soared into the Void Realm, and headed straight for the high-level prison where he was located.

Although his running speed was fast at this time, he had to keep turning corners; only by flying could he go in a straight line.

Even though flying was strictly prohibited for any Martial Artist in the capital, in a life-or-death race against time, Shen Bei no longer cared about this broken rule.

Not long after.

Shen Bei, flying through the Void Realm, suddenly felt an extremely cold, extremely fierce and terrifying oppressive force, like a surging tsunami, like an erupting volcano, roaring from the surrounding darkness, making his hair stand on end!

Shen Bei suddenly looked back.

He saw Bo Tao, completely naked, explosively stepping on the air as he pursued.

"F*ck your mother!"

At this moment, Bo Tao's eyes turned cold, and a massive killing intent erupted: "Put the bag down! I'll spare your life!"

Shen Bei was momentarily dazed. How did he find him and chase after him?

He looked down at Zhuang Bifan, who was glowing with white flames...

Well, he was as dazzling as a firefly in the night sky.

It seemed this Bo Tao was not to be underestimated; while attacking, he also left an unquenchable mark.

Shen Bei glanced ahead. He was about to reach the safe zone, the "High-Level Prison."

He couldn't help but raise his eyelids, a joyful and excited arc forming at the corner of his mouth, provoking:

"Come and chase me, chase me and I'll let you hehehe."

As soon as the words fell.

Bo Tao glanced at the surrounding environment, suddenly stopped flying, glared fiercely at Shen Bei, unwilling but helpless.

He did not hesitate, retreated and fled, without any lingering, disappearing directly into the vast dark night.

"Hmph."

Shen Bei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly landed.

Dragging Zhuang Bifan, who was clenching his teeth, enduring the pain without making a sound.

He entered the building.

Shen Bei kicked open Bai Wei's temporary room, roaring:

"Save him!"