9: I gave him the Ecstasy drug.

Xiao Ying, who had just printed out the bounty template, was a little confused at this moment.

What?

Shen Bei wants to take on a bounty?

You really do everything!

Are you kidding me? What ability does a student like you, who skips class every day to work, have to take on such a heavy bounty?

Wang Ye's honest face showed a hint of confusion: "Did I hear things?"

"The same hallucination," Xiao Ying sniffed.

At this time, the other people in the office also showed surprised expressions.

Gu Changfeng bluntly stated his attitude: "Shen Bei, your performance yesterday was a bit unsatisfactory."

"The employer was very satisfied," Shen Bei replied.

Gu Changfeng seemed to choke on a mouthful of cold air and coughed: "I mean, you can't take this bounty."

Shen Bei pulled the bounty template from Xiao Ying's hand and said with a smile, "That depends on whether it can satisfy me."

Professor Gu Xinrou's delicate, slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she looked at Shen Bei coldly: "I think you're just looking for an excuse to skip class!"

Shen Bei, with a thick skin, chuckled: "I never need an excuse to skip class."

Professor Gu Xinrou almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

And Shen Bei looked at the bounty sheet on his own.

After a quick read.

He was immediately stunned.

"Discover bounty 10,000, assist in capture only 50,000, personally capture 1,000,000?"

Shen Bei widened his eyes: "Are you kidding me? The difference is so huge?"

Under Gu Changfeng's prominent brow bones, his sharp gaze flickered: "Reporting information and risking one's life, can those be the same price?"

To Shen Bei, this million-dollar bounty amount seemed more like death compensation...

His million-dollar dream was shattered.

Shen Bei thought that just reporting information would get him a million.

It turned out he was overthinking.

At most, he could get fifty thousand yuan.

Not very interesting.

Shen Bei thought deeply for a while, then planned the possibility of personally capturing him.

After all, that was a million.

It was truly tempting.

At this moment, Professor Gu Xinrou's voice was cold: "Alright, alright, go back to the classroom, what are you messing around for."

Professor Gu Xinrou didn't believe Shen Bei had any ability to find a murderer and personally subdue him.

It was pure nonsense.

With a shove, she pushed Shen Bei out.

Shen Bei pursed his lips, his mind exploding with ideas.

He was envisioning ways a normal person could subdue a Martial Artist.

After much thought, there was only one ultimate answer: drugging him!

Generally speaking, drugs like knockout drops or anesthetics, as long as they enter a Martial Artist's body, will also take effect.

It's just that Martial Artists have stronger resistance than ordinary people.

Some Advanced Martial Artists can even achieve immunity to poison attributes.

But it was obvious that the unfamiliar man upstairs was definitely not an Advanced Martial Artist.

The person chasing him, Gu Changfeng, was only a Second-Rank Martial Artist.

If he were an Advanced Martial Artist, he wouldn't be an peripheral member of the Headhunter Tribe; he would have already entered the inner circle.

"He just invited me to his house tonight as a guest."

"He definitely has ill intentions towards me, so I'll beat him at his own game."

Shen Bei did not return to the classroom.

He directly climbed over the wall and snuck out of campus.

He went to the black market.

The so-called black market in this world was actually an event similar to a market fair on Blue Star.

On specific days, a group of vendors would gather, placing their goods on the ground for people to choose from.

Nominally, this was not called a black market, but rather "street stall economy" or "free entrepreneurship street."

Of course, most of the items traded here were of dubious origin.

Some things were snatched by Martial Artists in foreign countries.

Some were blood-stained.

Both buyers and sellers knew this clearly.

And a tacit understanding was formed, with quiet transactions, no gunshots allowed.

The government, for its part, turned a blind eye.

Sometimes, they even followed clues from the black market to catch many criminal gangs.

Soon.

Shen Bei turned into a dark alley.

The entire black market was not large, only about two hundred meters long.

Sellers were distributed on both sides of the road.

Buyers walked and looked in the middle section.

However, everyone maintained a tacit understanding, speaking in extremely low voices.

At the same time, the black market was also a place where Dragons and fish were mixed, and examples of accidentally buying fakes were everywhere.

Shen Bei walked around inside.

Then he squatted in front of a stall.

The stall owner was a fat uncle, who looked at Shen Bei with a smile: "Little brother, you won't need the things here."

Shen Bei looked at the bottles and jars on the stall and asked, "Why not?"

The stall owner uncle held up a bottle: "A mind-numbing drug, a person will fall unconscious and lose memory within a few seconds, allowing you to do whatever you want."

Shen Bei felt it was nonsense; if such a drug really existed, the anesthesiology department would have been eliminated long ago.

However, there were indeed sleeping drugs similar to anesthetics, with better effects than anesthetics.

These sleeping drugs had increased anesthetic and sedative ingredients, focusing only on efficacy regardless of consequences, and had significant side effects.

Nausea and dizziness for several days were normal.

"As for why I said you wouldn't need it..." The stall owner uncle had a lewd smile: "Your face is the best mind-numbing drug."

Shen Bei gave him a thumbs up, praising him.

"But I need to deal with a man," Shen Bei said calmly.

The stall owner uncle's face instantly changed dramatically, and he exclaimed in regret: "Your sexual preferences... well, I respect you."

Shen Bei felt that the stall owner uncle seemed to have misunderstood something.

But he didn't explain. Shen Bei tentatively asked: "How effective is the drug?"

"I guarantee that after you take it, you'll be willing but powerless, unable to resist, your limbs will be weak, and you won't even be able to speak."

The stall owner uncle chuckled, continuing: "The Dao is always passionate."

Shen Bei asked one last question: "Does it work on Martial Artists too?"

The stall owner uncle's mouth opened wide, looking surprised: "You want to 'do' a Martial Artist? Those are tough guys."

"Yes."

"What Rank is the opponent?"

"At most Second-Rank."

The stall uncle smacked his lips: "You don't even know for sure what Rank your opponent is; it seems you truly like him. And yes, if you don't even dare to be firm, how can you say you love him?"

Shen Bei rolled his eyes: "Uncle, you might have misunderstood something, I mean—"

The stall uncle waved his hand: "I understand, no good people come to me."

Shen Bei "..."

"To talk about dosage without money is to play dirty, so let's increase the dosage!"

"How much?"

"Five thousand yuan."

"How did you know I had three thousand yuan?"

"Don't mess around, I said five thousand!"

"What four thousand?"

"Alright, alright, four thousand it is, money for goods."

Shen Bei gritted his teeth.

He'd do it!

On one hand, there was a million-dollar bounty, and on the other hand, the man upstairs was peeking at him.

If he didn't take this job, he wouldn't be worthy of the daily settlement panel.

Shen Bei put all his savings on the line.

Shen Bei was worried about the Martial Artist's strong resistance. The stall uncle said 5 ml was enough for an ordinary person, but Shen Bei bought three small bottles, a total of 50 ml, this time.

Ten times the dosage, even a Martial Artist would be paralyzed and disoriented, right?

Leaving the black market.

After buying the medicine, the next step was naturally to figure out how to make the other party take it.

His current identity as a student and a downstairs neighbor had a considerable numbing effect; presumably, that guy wouldn't be on guard against him, right?

Shen Bei didn't go to work today because he had to act tonight.

Instead, he planned how to take down the Martial Artist upstairs.

And he had thought of a retreat.

When school was dismissed.

Teacher Professor Gu Xinrou had new arrangements.

Her dark, beautiful hair was casually tied into a bun, and her black long-sleeved dress paired with ink-dyed ice silk stockings gave her a pure, elegant, yet alluring and innocent charm that was captivating.

"After school today, every student must go home in pairs."

The students didn't understand why, but they didn't ask further. Instead, they were excited to make plans to go home together and perhaps play a few rounds of '97 Wind and Cloud' at the arcade.

Anyway, the school had given orders, so they wouldn't get scolded for coming home late.

"You, escort me home!"

Jian Tong puffed out her chest and said to Shen Bei.

Shen Bei gasped: "Okay, but it'll cost extra."

Jian Tong: ????