: Uncle Ma's Fist Hypnotist! (Seeking monthly ticket)

There was a loud bang!

The Little Old Man fell to the ground, unconscious.

Everyone was stunned, what was happening? What happened?!

Dynasty!

Lee Se-hyun was also shocked, my ribs, whose subordinate is this? So brutal? Is he not afraid of beating this old man to death?

At this moment, Captain Ma had knocked the Little Old Man unconscious with a punch, and even took out silver handcuffs to thoughtfully put them on him.

He did such a jaw-dropping thing under everyone's confused gazes.

"Dynasty! Did... did an orange kill someone?!"

"Run! An orange killed someone!"

"Good kill!"

"Everyone, don't panic! He just fainted, that's all." Captain Ma roared, stopping the chaos on site.

He didn't deceive everyone, the Little Old Man had indeed fainted, not died.

He controlled his strength, only using one-hundredth of his power, absolutely not killing anyone. It was well-known that his punches only caused unconsciousness, not death.

"Everyone, don't panic! This old man is a murderer!" Cheng Du tried to explain, "I have evidence of the heinous crimes he has committed over the years in my hands! These documents are all proof."

"Look!" Cheng Du finished, gesturing for everyone to see the evidence.

Everyone examined it carefully, disbelievingly. They didn't know before, but once they saw it, they were shocked. What a beast in human skin! How could such a villain exist in the world!

This Little Old Man coveted someone else's heirloom. When the owner refused to sell, he secretly sent people to threaten them. Even more shamelessly, if a competitor's business was good, he would pay to have them assassinated.

He would usurp others' shops and sleep with their wives.

One couldn't help but sigh, it wasn't that the elderly turned bad, but that bad people grew old!

Vinegar!

Before leaving, Captain Ma bowed solemnly to Lee Se-hyun: "Thank you!"

If it weren't for Lee Se-hyun, he would have wronged a good person and let a bad person go!

"I owe you a favor. Through fire and water, anything I can do, you can ask!"

This time, he was truly convinced, not by Lee Se-hyun's status, but by his charisma and character.

People with correct values always attract each other.

At least Captain Ma thought so, believing Lee Se-hyun was a righteous person.

"Handle it well. Arrest those who should be arrested, don't let anyone off." Lee Se-hyun didn't say much, just patted Captain Ma's shoulder firmly.

Captain Ma felt a pang of pain, hiss~

He, who was always known for his toughness, actually felt unbearable pain from a few pats?

Captain Ma looked at Lee Se-hyun in disbelief. He wouldn't even flinch from a knife wound, yet a few pats made him lose his composure.

He was simply a monster!

Lee Se-hyun smiled. Come on, is The Peninsula Captain's physical fitness something to joke about with you? He's only using one-thousandth of his power.

Zhao Shengji breathed a sigh of relief, glad he didn't have to go to the orange.

"Hey! Thank you just now."

"I've always been clear about gratitude and grudges. If there's a good deed, I'll repay it immediately. Tell me what reward you want!"

Zhao Shengji shook his head, pointing to the fake painting and saying, "If you really want to thank me, then give me this fake painting."

"Hmm?"

Lee Se-hyun glanced at the serious Zhao Shengji. If it weren't for the system intelligence, he would have almost believed him!

[Intelligence: A genuine work by Tang Yin is stored in Park Jeong-nam's antique shop in the folk antique trading market of Gangnam District, Capital City.]

"Are you sure you want this imitation?" Lee Se-hyun asked, suspicious.

"I'm sure!" Zhao Shengji was already impatient, reaching out to snatch the painting from his hand.

"Hey!"

"I've changed my mind." Lee Se-hyun hid the painting behind his back, smiling faintly.

"You..." Zhao Shengji almost cursed. Looking at Lee Se-hyun's expression, he was a bit unsure. Did he figure it out?

This painting was indeed an imitation, and the real one was also in the museum. But as the Little Old Man said, who said a work couldn't be painted twice?

As a student who stayed in China, with a background in history, he, with his extraordinary talent, could tell at a glance that this painting was an imitation, but it was an imitation painted by Tang Yin himself.

Lee Se-hyun looked suspicious. This kid, who was good at appraising treasures, seemed to know something.

If this painting was really a worthless fake, why would this guy want it so badly? Could it be to take it back and burn it as firewood?

There must be something fishy!

"How about this." Lee Se-hyun pulled out a stack of US dollars and stuffed it into Zhao Shengji's hand: "This painting is quite beautiful, I like it very much."

"This thousand US dollars is your reward for helping me expose that black-hearted old man today."

Zhao Shengji was on the verge of tears. The stack of US dollars in his hand felt truly scorching hot! Who cared about this paltry sum of money?

I want the painting!

This was a genuine work by Tang Yin, priceless. The one in the museum sold for a full one million US dollars at an auction before. A thousand US dollars was like dismissing him?

Was he trying to fool a beggar?

Zhao Shengji exclaimed in shock: "You actually know?"

Lee Se-hyun was startled by the remark and asked in return: "Know what?"

"Don't play dumb!" Zhao Shengji pointed to the painting and said, "This sunset glow and lone wild goose painting is actually also..."

He fell for it!!!

"Is what?" Lee Se-hyun asked, smiling faintly.

Zhao Shengji was annoyed. So, this Prosecutor in front of him didn't know!

Sibal!

It was all his fault for being too impatient, exposing his purpose, wanting the painting too much, revealing his intentions, and making Lee Se-hyun suspicious.

He felt like he had missed out on a hundred million!

Zhao Shengji's face was grim, his expression anxious. After much hesitation, he watched eagerly as Lee Se-hyun framed it and put it into a box.

Lee Se-hyun was satisfied. This trip was also fruitful. Director Zheng would surely love this gift, a genuine work by Tang Yin!

"Oh! Right." Lee Se-hyun suddenly turned around and said, "Cheng Du, pay the money. Don't actually become a robber."

"Prosecutor Li, how much should I pay?"

Lee Se-hyun glanced around. The old boss of the antique shop was already in an iron rice bowl, and there were several clerks and big men trembling.

A clerk wisely replied, "Prosecutor... Prosecutor Li, you decide."

"How much did your boss pay for this painting from someone else?"

The clerk stammered, "One... hundred US dollars."

"What?!"

The clerk was startled by the question, thinking he had quoted too high and angered the Prosecutor.

"Your boss is really black-hearted!"

Lee Se-hyun said, "A hundred-dollar item, and he dares to ask me for a million US dollars?"

"Are you tired of living? Is this how you make money?"

This was no longer a 300% net profit, but 3,000%? Or 30,000%... Capitalists would weep upon hearing this, and Newton's coffin lid could barely stay shut.

"Give him a thousand US dollars!"

A thousand US dollars?

The antique shop clerk was stunned, not expecting this Prosecutor to be so kind.

Lee Se-hyun, in his usual act of kindness, ensured the boss still made a profit. Bought for a hundred, sold for a thousand, truly a tenfold profit.

If the Little Old Man from the antique shop knew the value of this painting at this moment, he would probably cry himself to death in the back seat of the orange car.

Cheng Du was also stunned to hear a thousand US dollars. When did Prosecutor Li become so kind?

Spending ten times the price to buy a fake, when he could have simply taken it directly, and still paying for it, was truly hard to comment on.

Zhao Shengji stood by, looking as if he had eaten something foul. Others didn't know, but he did!

The price of this painting, although it was an imitation painted by Tang Yin himself, calculated at one-tenth of the price of a genuine work, was worth at least a hundred US dollars.

The previous sunset glow and lone wild goose painting was already a hundred US dollars, and so much time had passed since then.

Tang Yin's genuine works were priceless on the market!

Their value would only be more than a hundred US dollars!

Zhao Shengji, unwilling, tightly clutched the stack of US dollars in his hand. It was given to him by Lee Se-hyun, but in his eyes, it was incredibly ironic, like being dismissed as a beggar.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Huh?"

The treasure appraisal genius in front of him, with an expression of extreme annoyance, further confirmed what Lee Se-hyun was thinking. This painting in his hand was 99% the genuine article from the system's intelligence.

Zhao Shengji hardened his heart, knelt on the ground, and pleaded, "Please, Prosecutor sir, can you lend me some money!"

"Lend money?"

When Lee Se-hyun heard the words "lend money," it was as if a system nerve was triggered, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

As the saying goes, whether you have money or not, just don't lend money!

It's not that I won't lend to you, but which one of Hua Bei, Jie Bei, or credit cards isn't richer than him?

Zhao Shengji knelt on the ground in humiliation, the treasure appraisal genius? At this moment, he also bowed his head, not daring to look directly at Lee Se-hyun and the others, fearing to see the mockery in their eyes.

Shattering his sensitive self-esteem.

"Are you really short on money?" Lee Se-hyun asked with interest.

A man's knees are worth gold; he kneels to heaven, to earth, to his parents. What could make a person so humble?

Zhao Shengji remained silent, nodding his head.

The silent nod was his last line of defense for his dignity.

The former treasure appraisal genius was reduced to kneeling on the street, begging a stranger for charity.

If he hadn't reached the end of his rope, why would he do such a thing?

Lee Se-hyun pondered for a moment, then said, "What do you think of me?"