475: Chapter 475 Storage Space

"Are you saying... the old Daoist?"

"The old Daoist definitely can't be unrelated. Even a third-rate little female thief could get news that we were being targeted last night, so could this old Daoist be completely unaware?"

"Does the old Daoist also want to kill for treasure?"

"Not necessarily by his own hand."

"Didn't they say that the old Daoist and Chen Zhongfei aren't bad people?"

"Human hearts are fickle. An honest old man who hasn't done anything bad for decades might still turn into a beast when an opportunity is placed before him," Han Jingyang sneered: "Now the whole pugilistic world knows that I have many powerful dharma instruments. I've made a huge name for myself relying on just a few dharma instruments. If there were a chance to kill me and take all my dharma instruments, tell me, how many people in the pugilistic world could resist such a temptation?"

Han Jingyang walked with Liu Jing, whispering his speculations as they walked.

Since the first meal he had after arriving in Xian, things had been strange. From having his door kicked to having his windows smashed, to being chased to the lamb soup shop and having it wrecked, and even the reactions of the old Daoist Liang Xingxin—everything was not right.

This forced him to view certain people with the utmost malice.

Still those four words: human hearts are fickle.

But the same saying applies: when soldiers come, block them; when water comes, cover it with earth. No matter who the enemy is, he has to face them, and he must face them directly and defeat them.

In fact, he was somewhat curious about what methods these people would use to deal with him.

Could it really be using wave tactics to wear him down, as Sun Xiaoqian said?

That was indeed a method.

No one can withstand a large-scale, prolonged war of attrition. Physical strength, dry rations, drinking water, dharma instruments, and spells all have a moment of exhaustion. If the sacrifice is great enough, even the Monkey King Sun Wukong could be worn out.

But in this society, where would you find so many expendable materials destined to be sacrificed?

These consumables are not emotionless robots.

And to wear him down, how many consumables would need to be sacrificed?

Do certain people really have that much power?

Han Jingyang and Liu Jing wandered around the city, eating and drinking, quite content, but they also kept an eye on their surroundings, maintaining a sliver of vigilance.

Knowing they were being targeted in the dark, how could they not take any precautions?

They left around 8:00 AM.

They didn't return to the hotel until 12:30 AM.

Arriving at the door, the old Daoist Liang Xingxin in the room across the hall poked his head out: "Little brother, you're back. How was the fun? Happy?"

"Quite good, just sorry to trouble you for staying up late waiting for us to return."

"Hey, this is my job, it's not hard. It's much more comfortable than squatting in the wild."

"Squatting all day?"

"You bet. I was helping you watch the door, too, so no blind petty thieves would break in. Little Brother Han, you are more tempting than Tang Monk meat right now. Big ghosts and small ghosts all want to take a bite. They might not have the guts to cause trouble for you, but they definitely dare to ransack your room. In just this one day, I scared away at least ten waves of petty thieves."

"That many?"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have thought there were so many petty thieves in Xian."

Han Jingyang patted the old Daoist on the shoulder: "Thanks, but there's nothing valuable in my room anyway. Even if they turn the hotel upside down, it's all for nothing. If you really can't stop them, don't worry about it."

The old Daoist shook his head: "That won't do. Even if there's nothing, you can't let people ransack it. If word gets out, others will think we don't know how to treat guests."

Han Jingyang smiled again: "What about your Section Chief Chen?"

"Working overtime at the unit. He was busy all last night catching a whole bunch of people and is currently interrogating them one by one. Our Section Chief is really angry this time. He even asked me to apologize to you on his behalf, saying he'll tell you he's sorry in person once he catches the mastermind behind the trouble."

"Oh, no need, really. Just a few punks, they can't stir up any trouble. No need to make it so serious."

"Little brother, don't be too modest. Your current strength is worthy of any level of treatment," Liang Xingxin said, blinking: "The video of you smashing a motorcycle with a brick last night was even trending for a while, but we urgently suppressed the heat, otherwise you'd be famous by now."

"Oh? This can go viral?"

Liang Xingxin sighed: "Little brother, you seriously underestimate your own combat power, and you also seriously underestimate your influence. Not to mention anything else, just those two bricks last night—the accuracy, the force, the destructive power—all were extremely shocking. Few people at home or abroad could do that. Smashing the brake disc of a moving motorcycle with a brick from five or six meters away, just thinking about it is scary. Fortunately, you hit the vehicle. If you had hit a person, tsk tsk..."

Han Jingyang waved his hand: "Let's not talk about those buzzkill things. It's late, let's sleep."

Liang Xingxin nodded: "Good, finally I can get a good night's sleep. I almost fell asleep several times throughout the day."

Watching Han Jingyang and Liu Jing enter the room, Liang Xingxin retreated into his room, closed the door, took out his phone, and sent a message: "The two of them are back. They look like they had a great time. They came back empty-handed and didn't buy any souvenirs. It looks like they really intend to stay in Xian for a while and have no intention of leaving in a hurry. However, they already have some wariness toward me in their words. Other than that, no other information has been observed for the time being."

A moment later, he received a reply: "Continue to observe."

Liang Xingxin replied "Understood" and returned to the coffee table to continue staring at the computer on the coffee table.

The computer screen showed all the surveillance footage of the hotel.

In Han Jingyang's room.

Han Jingyang was also communicating with Liu Jing via text message, his expression very serious: "Liang Xingxin definitely has a problem. Be careful, guard against him."

"Then what should we do next?"

"Follow the plan and continue wandering around. Consider it... fishing," Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes as he said this: "I think the gains after this wave ends will be even higher."

He wasn't a martial arts maniac who only wanted to fight.

When he fought, it was always with a purpose.

The current goal was to obtain more spoils of war.

The stronger the enemy, the more and better spoils he could obtain.

Therefore, even though he knew someone was plotting against him, he still wandered around unhurriedly.

It was fishing.

Hard fishing.

He was betting that those people who coveted his dharma instruments couldn't resist this temptation and would definitely make a move.

When the enemy makes a move, he pulls the rod.

Whether it's a full catch or a skunked trip depends on everyone's own methods.

Of course, he had the confidence to win.

Otherwise, he wouldn't use himself as bait.

However, he still had to make the necessary preparations, such as... expanding his arsenal.

The spoils captured yesterday hadn't been appraised yet. Once they were all appraised, he could once again increase his combat power, or at least add a number of consumables.

He had stored all these spoils in his storage bag, which was very convenient.

It was just that it would give Liu Jing a little scare; he hadn't told her or Shi Xiaoya about the storage bag yet.

Sure enough.

When he took out all of yesterday's spoils in one go, Liu Jing jumped up with a "whoosh," her face full of surprise. She subconsciously wanted to say something, but quickly covered her mouth and sent a message: "Storage space?"