59: Chapter weakening and splitting, geometric multiplication

Fu Wenbo was also startled. He clearly felt the change in his body, just like before, another line of sight appeared in his mind.

He turned his head to look, only to see a head exactly like his appearing on his shoulder, followed by a neck and arm.

Before long, a person identical to Fu Wenbo seemed to have copied and pasted themselves, breaking free from his body, and the two looked at each other without speaking.

With a thought from Fu Wenbo, that person followed his actions. After a moment of experimentation, he understood the current situation.

The person in front of him was him, but a split and weakened version, because although the other party looked the same as him, their strength and aura were only at the Martial General Realm Second Level.

“Is this the so-called price?”

Fu Wenbo muttered, then grinned, “Alright, that means even more time!”

He turned back to look at the four people beside him who looked as if they had seen a ghost and grinned, “It seems I can entertain the four of you for longer now. Please, enjoy yourselves.”

With that, Fu Wenbo turned and walked upstairs, while the Martial General Realm Second Level Clone reached out with spiritual power, lifted the four people, and walked towards the basement.

“Next, I will entertain the four of you. I believe we will have a very pleasant ten days.”

“No, please, we were forced. Actually, we didn't want to hurt you.”

“Really, I admire you the most, you are our Mo City's hero…”

“Bang!”

With the sound of a heavy door closing, the voices of the four people stopped abruptly, followed by four shrill screams.

“What does 1000 minus 7 equal?”

“Please, let us go, we know we were wrong!”

“Ah!”

“Wrong answer, time for punishment.”

“Ah!”

There were a few more continuous screams, followed by seemingly frantic pleading, “Kill me, please kill me…”

But Fu Wenbo completely disregarded the blood that had just splashed on him, instead smiling as he looked at the four people in front of him.

“This isn't fun. Let's do a speed round. If you can't answer, you'll be punished~”

“1000 minus 7 equals…”

“993, equals 993!”

“Answering too quickly is a foul~”

The basement's soundproofing was excellent, but with his strength, the shrill screams inside were heard by him without missing a single one, preventing the smile on Fu Wenbo's face from fading as he went upstairs.

Soon, he arrived at an office on the fourth floor. The door read ‘Director's Office', and on the wall next to it were banners like ‘People's Model - Chen Fugui'.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

“Who is it?” A slightly aged, low voice came from inside the door.

“It's me, Director, Zhang San!”

Fu Wenbo used spiritual power to mimic Zhang San's voice. Soon, footsteps were heard inside, and then the door was opened.

“Finished handling it, right? He…”

Before Chen Fugui could finish speaking, a thick hand pressed directly onto his face.

Chen Fugui was startled at first, then through the gaps between the fingers, he saw Fu Wenbo's face, like a vicious ghost from the abyss, through the gaps.

“How could it be you? Weren't you already…”

“Crack!”

Fu Wenbo didn't waste words and directly tore off Chen Fugui's left arm. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, the blood on both their white robes and patient gowns looking extremely jarring.

“Ah!”

Chen Fugui, who had reacted, let out a deafening cry of pain, but after seeing Fu Wenbo's icy, bone-chilling gaze, he forcibly held back.

“You, who exactly are you!”

Even now, he didn't believe the person in front of him was truly Fu Wenbo. He had personally seen Fu Wenbo's injuries back then; that crippled body could never recover.

Therefore, the person before him was likely someone impersonating him. “Fu Wenbo is someone the Wang Family wants to deal with. Who in the entire Mo City dares to oppose the Wang Family? If you let me go now, I'll pretend nothing happened.”

Fu Wenbo sneered, his laughter filled with endless coldness and mockery, as if it could penetrate one's Soul.

“Director Chen, you really are forgetful of important matters. I have you to thank for being diagnosed with mental illness back then; otherwise, I wouldn't have come here.”

He slowly released his hand, letting the blood from Chen Fugui's left arm continue to gush out, but there was no trace of pity in Fu Wenbo's eyes.

“As for the Wang Family, they are indeed powerful, but from now on, there will be no one from the Wang Family left in this world.”

Chen Fugui's face was pale, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead. He asked in a trembling voice, “You… what do you want to do? I'm just an ordinary person, and I've been recognized as a People's Model by the Martial Security Bureau. You can't do this to me!”

“People's Model?” A sarcastic arc appeared on Fu Wenbo's lips. “You, this model, haven't you done enough dirty deeds in secret?

Using your position for personal gain, eliminating dissidents for the powerful, enriching yourself, are you even worthy of being called a model?”

With that, Fu Wenbo took a step forward, spiritual power surging around him, forming an invisible pressure that made it almost impossible for Chen Fugui to breathe.

Just then, there was a rush of hurried footsteps outside the door, clearly attracted by the screams just now.

Fu Wenbo's eyes narrowed, and he quickly made a decision. He waved his hand, and a spiritual power attack went towards the door.

“I still have many things to ask you, how can I be disturbed by outsiders?”

Saying this, his eyes focused, his fierce gaze seemingly wanting to pierce through Chen Fugui. “Who all was involved in this matter back then? Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death!”

“I, I only know Wang De from the Wang Family. He was the one who asked me to issue you a mental illness certificate, saying he didn't want you to die so easily, since you had crippled the Wang Family young master's male organ.

They wanted to torment you, torment your younger sister. Originally, they said they wanted your younger sister to be ridden by a thousand men in front of you; they wanted you to completely break down.

It's just that your younger sister somehow found out about their plan, so she directly killed herself by crashing into the room.”

Chen Fugui was completely terrified. He blurted out everything he knew.

“The Wang Family is powerful, and I couldn't afford to offend them. For the sake of my wife, children, and elderly parents, I could only obey them.

Captain Fu, please don't kill me, I have elderly parents above and young children below.”

But at this moment, Fu Wenbo's eyes were completely red, so how could he care about what Chen Fugui said?

With a thought, Chen Fugui was lifted by spiritual power, and then his body began to twist in mid-air.

With the sound of bones grinding and breaking, Chen Fugui was actually squeezed into a twisted mess in mid-air, dying a horrific death.

“Wang Family, die!”

Fu Wenbo roared, a beast-like roar echoing throughout the entire Qingyang Mental Hospital.

The next moment, an unusual sensation came, and another Clone identical to the previous one split from his body.

And Fu Wenbo only felt that the perspectives in his mind had changed from the original two to the current four. “The change hasn't stopped?”

He only paused for a moment before no longer paying attention to these things. He took the Clone beside him and broke through the window, the two figures heading straight towards Mo City, dozens of miles away.