242: How did you do that?

President Shi and the others couldn't understand, but they were deeply shaken.

The driver uncle also looked bewildered, his sneer fading a bit.

This old man is seriously messed up. How can he keep taking out more rings?

Old Shi didn't stop.

His movements became faster and more mechanical.

He was no longer satisfied with just taking out rings.

His Spiritual Power probed into one of the sub-rings, and he pulled out a potion from it.

Windwalkers Breath.

He held it in his hand, staring blankly for two seconds.

Then, he casually tossed it onto the floor.

He took out another one from a different ring.

Heart of Stone.

Tossed it.

Giant Strength Elixir.

Tossed it.

Life Serum!

Tossed it! Tossed it! Toss them all!

One by one, these top-tier potions, which could cause a frenzy in the black market and even save lives, were now being haphazardly pulled from the sumu ring and thrown all over the carriage like worthless trash.

The floor of the carriage was quickly covered with colorful potion bottles.

Under the lights, they shimmered with a heart-stopping glow.

"Ding-dong, next stop, Jianshe Road."

Inside the bus, the cold electronic announcement broke the eerie silence.

No one paid attention.

Old Shi continued his frantic and mechanical movements.

He was like a tireless machine, constantly verifying, constantly overturning, and constantly sinking into deeper despair.

His worldview, his lifelong pride, his established business empire, all shattered and collapsed bit by bit amidst the endless clinking of potion bottles.

Lin Yu finally withdrew his gaze from the window.

The old man's current actions were very similar to his own.

The driver uncle looked at the potion bottles rolling around on the floor through the rearview mirror, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Are these people... are these people actually transporting drugs?

This scale, it's enough to be shot a hundred times!

His hands, gripping the steering wheel, began to tremble.

He just wanted to reach the stop quickly, get these plagues off his bus, and then immediately call the police!

"Ding-dong, next stop, People's Square."

Another stop passed.

Old Shi still didn't stop.

His Spiritual Power seemed inexhaustible, but his face had turned utterly pale, devoid of any color.

He was still verifying.

He tried to find a flaw.

For example, one of the potions was empty.

For example, one of the potions was of inferior quality.

For example, after a thousand rings, the next one would be empty.

No.

Nothing.

Every ring was packed to the brim.

Every potion was flawless.

This absolute, flawless, endless perfection was the ultimate horror.

It completely destroyed a person's logic and common sense.

"Ding-dong, arriving at Linzhou South Station Hub, the terminal stop for this train. Please take your personal belongings and exit from the rear door. Welcome to ride again."

Finally.

The terminal stop arrived.

The bus slowly pulled into the station, letting out a long hiss of air from its brakes.

"Chh..."

The door opened in response.

The driver uncle felt as if he had been granted amnesty; he suddenly turned around in his seat and roared with all his might.

"All of you, get out..."

He only got half of his words out.

A dark figure suddenly shot up from the back row!

It was Wang Teng!

He was like a spring compressed to its limit, bursting forth instantly!

Under the driver uncle's terrified gaze, Wang Teng reached out and clamped his hand tightly over the driver's mouth!

The force was so great that the driver uncle's face distorted.

A huge fear instantly seized the driver's heart.

He tried to struggle, but found that the other party's hand was like an iron clamp, completely unmovable.

He could only emit a

Wang Teng's face was almost pressed against the driver's face.

That face, usually quite handsome, was now twisted like a demon's due to extreme fear and suppression.

He lowered his voice, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a bloody killing intent.

"Keep, goddamn it, driving!"

"Drive, drive, drive, immediately, immediately!"

The driver uncle's tearful roar was almost distorted.

He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up; the hand covering his mouth was even harder than his wife's spatula.

Before the bus had even fully stopped at the platform, he stomped on the accelerator and roared it out again!

"Vroom..."

The old engine let out a strained roar, and the bus, like a startled beast, suddenly lurched forward, startling several pedestrians waiting at the station.

Inside the carriage, with this violent jolt, the scattered potion bottles on the floor made a series of

Crisp.

Pleasant to the ear.

Yet it almost caused everyone to have a stress reaction.

Wang Teng still held the driver down tightly, his entire body tense like a rock, his suppressed gasps clearly audible near the driver's seat.

President Shi and Wang Qingxuan, on the other hand, were frozen in place, looking at the old man slumped on the floor, surrounded by countless treasures, unable to utter a single word.

Old Shi didn't move again.

He no longer frantically verified or muttered to himself.

He just sat there slumped, letting the vehicle bump, his body swaying gently with inertia.

His cloudy eyes lost focus, staring blankly at the small mountain of top-tier sumu rings and priceless potions piled before him.

He seemed to have gradually accepted this reality through repeated verifications... How could he accept it?!

With what could he accept it? With the common sense he had built up over eighty years? Or with the experience he had accumulated battling in the business world for half a lifetime?

Not enough!

All of it was not enough!

Old Shi's brain, once hailed as Linzhou's strongest business strategist, was now frantically operating at an unprecedented speed, yet at every moment, it was on the verge of collapse.

He thought of Qingyun Pharmaceutical.

He thought of the number that made him proud and struck fear into all his opponents.

Twenty-six point five billion.

That was the fruit of several generations' hard work, the foundation of their market monopoly, the confidence with which they crushed all challengers.

But now?

How much was all this in front of him?

Five trillion three hundred billion!

Twenty thousand times!

No, how did this happen?

If you were to count all the potions ever manufactured in this world, from the very first day this profession came into existence until now.

Including the legitimate stock of the Four Major Companies, all the pirated goods circulating in the black market, the rare treasures flowing out of the Abyss Domain, and the lifelong output of all the pharmacists, big and small, on Blue Star... if you added all of this together!

Perhaps, there might be this much.

Old Shi believed that.

Because this market, this market spanning two dimensions, was vast beyond anyone's imagination.

But, damn it, that was the historical total of the entire market!

It was the total amount collectively created by countless forces and countless people over a long period of time!

How could it possibly, how could it all be concentrated on one person?

Then, if it wasn't concentrated, but genuinely manufactured by them?

That would be even more terrifying!

What kind of power could possess such terrifying productivity?

How many top-tier pharmacists would be needed? How many sleepless nights? How vast a raw material supply?

This was no longer something a single company, or even a commercial alliance, could achieve.

To foster such productivity... that would require a nation!

A superpower that regards potion production as its highest strategy!

This is even... damn it!

How could he believe this?

The more Old Shi thought, the more violently his body trembled.

The more he tried to understand it with logic, the more this reality, which transcended logic, pushed him into deeper madness.

He knew everything before him was real.

But precisely because he knew it was real, he wanted even more to convince himself that it was all fake.

And the more he tried to convince himself it was fake, the cold potion bottles he touched in his hand, the sumu rings rolling on the ground, constantly reminded him that it was real... This feeling... was terrifying.

So terrifying.

It was like being hit by a mental secret technique from those legendary Mythic Rank professionals, dragged into an infinitely looping nightmare.