369: Chapter 369 Super BOSS

Shen Yuhai's attitude made Han Jingyang smile.

Of course, it was an inward smile.

Why?

It felt great.

Shen Yuhai had been very enthusiastic and kind to him before, but not to this extent; he still had some airs about him.

But now, not only were those airs gone in front of him, but his attitude had even become very humble.

Especially regarding the spoils of war.

Logically, those spoils should have been sealed and archived as evidence, and if they weren't stolen goods, they should have been returned to the original owners or their families.

Yet now, Shen Yuhai had packed them all up and sent them over to him.

This was definitely not a decision within Shen Yuhai's authority, nor was it a decision that any single top leader of a municipal-level unit could make alone; it must have been a decision made collectively by the responsible teams of the relevant units.

Ordinary people wouldn't receive such treatment.

And yet he, at such a young age, was enjoying this treatment.

The reason, however, was that stunning sword strike from last night.

One Sword Frosty Fourteen Provinces.

The power was not just in last night, nor just under the blade.

The power lay even more in the future, and even more beyond the blade.

It was not just those who died under the blade who realized the terror of that strike.

Those who lived and witnessed the lethality of that strike with their own eyes were the ones who truly understood its terror.

The dead were already dead.

Those who were alive absolutely did not want to face that shocking, world-shaking sword strike one day.

This was the true Sword of Damocles!

Under the threat of the Sword of Damocles, not only did small-time thugs like Li Laowu instantly change their attitudes, but even people like Shen Yuhai had their expressions changed.

This feeling was truly great.

This was the greatest harvest from last night's battle.

He believed that as long as people knew the cause and effect, they would absolutely not dare to touch his family again.

What is called deterrence?

This is called deterrence.

If you can fight, that's not called deterrence.

If you can fight, dare to fight, and actually win, only then can you truly deter the enemy.

If a person wants to truly become tough, they must not only have a sword but also dare to unsheathe it, and it's best to let the sword draw blood.

The change in the attitudes of people like Shen Yuhai was proof of this.

Of course, Han Jingyang's goal was absolutely not to show off, but to solidly protect his family and friends.

If not for that sword strike last night, his family and friends would have faced endless harassment and threats.

Therefore, since Shen Yuhai had a good attitude, he would absolutely not push his luck, but instead smiled and said: "Old Shen, why are you playing games with me? Just bring in everything you have."

"Hehe, it's mainly because the quantity is too astonishing."

"Astonishing?"

"Yes, all the items, big and small, from those people have been brought over. As long as it's a handicraft, regardless of size, age, or even quality, it's all here."

"Good grief, you and your people are truly honest."

Then, Jiguang Zhai was filled with all sorts of junk. Although everything had been briefly cleaned, many still carried a faint scent of blood. With so much piled together, the smell…

But there really were some good things.

Han Jingyang picked up a long sword, and it triggered the Appraisal Technique.

Although the appraisal result was very average, with no special skills, it was at least an item with attributes. It could be considered a breakthrough, and if taken out to sell, it would have to start at 500,000.

In addition, there were some trinkets similar to amulets.

However, what he cared about most were the dharma instruments left behind by the metaphysics experts under Zhang Dahai.

He wouldn't comment on the actual combat ability of those metaphysics experts, but they were valued by Zhang Dahai, so their level was definitely not bad. The gear they carried with them was definitely not bad either; at the very least, they were genuine dharma instruments. The probability of identifying attributes was quite high, and the probability of producing top-tier items was also higher than that of ordinary antiques.

However, Shen Yuhai's subordinates clearly didn't understand this and hadn't done any sorting at all, just simply categorizing them by size.

This gave him a bit of a headache.

The whole room was full of trinkets; how long would it take to sort through them?

After unloading the goods, Shen Yuhai didn't stay, directly saying his goodbyes. Before getting into his car, he pulled Han Jingyang aside and said in a low voice: "Little brother, you've certainly been impressive, and the deterrent power of that sword strike is indeed very strong, but there are also downsides, you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"It will make certain people more wary of you. Before, they didn't really take you seriously and didn't use their full strength to deal with you. But from now on, whoever wants to deal with you will use 100% of their strength and focus. If they don't strike, fine, but once they do, they will inevitably use their full strength, not giving you a chance to counterattack. Understand what I mean?"

Han Jingyang understood.

He had become a Super BOSS.

Ordinary people wouldn't even touch him; they would only walk around him or try to find ways to farm his favorability.

Those with malicious intent toward him could mostly only keep it quietly bottled up inside, because they knew he was a powerful BOSS that couldn't be provoked.

But there were always people who wanted to farm the BOSS for loot. What to do? They would definitely make full preparations, even practicing several times in advance, striving to take down this Super BOSS in one strike.

In other words, while he knew nothing, one or even several waves of people were quietly plotting how to land a fatal blow on him.

This kind of fatal attack that could descend at any moment was definitely not a small-scale opening like those of He Dingkun or Zhang Dahai, but rather a thunderous, all-encompassing attack from the very first strike.

This kind of threat, hidden in the shadows and quietly building up power, was truly terrifying.

No one wanted to live in such an environment.

Even he felt a bit panicked. He wasn't afraid himself, but his family absolutely couldn't withstand an attack of the level used to farm a Super BOSS.

But this was the price.

Either live and act sneakily from the very beginning, preferably wearing a mask to do things, hiding one's true identity completely—that was safest, but very tiring.

Or become stronger.

When he became strong enough to make everyone despair, those restless guys would only be able to continue enduring.

Farming a BOSS has a prerequisite: you have to be able to farm it; the gap in strength between the two sides cannot be too large.

When the Super BOSS's strength far exceeds that of the players, except for lunatics, no serious player would go and court disaster. Moreover, this was reality; the punishment for failing to farm a BOSS wasn't as simple as losing durability or experience, but rather being permanently wiped out.

Therefore, to ensure the safety of his family, the best way was to improve his strength—the stronger, the better—and show it off from time to time to ensure he always maintained sufficient deterrence.

As long as his speed of strength improvement exceeded that of those with malicious intent, his family and friends would be very safe.

Thinking of this, he hugged Shen Yuhai: "I will be careful. Old Shen, you should be careful too; I see signs of you losing money recently."

"Losing money?"

"Yes, your Fortune is damaged."

"What about other aspects?"

"There aren't major problems in other aspects."

Shen Yuhai breathed a sigh of relief: "Money is an external possession; if it's lost, so be it. Just consider it spending money to avert a disaster."

After Shen Yuhai left, Han Jingyang returned to the shop and began appraising treasures.

The speed was very fast.

He didn't cover things up anymore. Most items were touched and then tossed aside: a pile for worthless ones, a pile for ones worth a little money, a pile for more valuable ones, and then the ones that could be appraised.

The ones that could be appraised were appraised immediately; those with good attributes were put into the safe, and those with average attributes went directly into the display case.

There were too many messy things, so much so that he was busy until after five in the afternoon before he finished sorting.

However, just as he straightened his back, he saw Cu Mawei, who had come in the morning, pushing a wheelchair in.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged man in his forties.

After Han Jingyang saw the middle-aged man's face clearly, he raised his eyebrows.

This person looked very familiar.