93: Chapter 93 Republican Era Elm Wood Carved Bat Cane

Identification.

Must identify.

Han Jingyang clicked "Identify" directly.

He wanted to see what kind of dharma instruments these rogue practitioners were using.

The next second, the results appeared.

"Name: Republic of China Elm Wood Carved Bat Cane."

"Grade: Grade 6."

"Attribute: Focus +4."

"Skill: Critical Strike."

Not bad.

It's Grade 6.

The Focus attribute is indeed important for practitioners who specialize in mental attacks.

The key is the skill.

Critical Strike, what does that mean?

Some games have similar skills, with effects roughly similar to crits or fatal blows?

Anyway, it means it can enhance damage.

Interesting.

I'll study it properly later.

Used in critical moments, it can have a huge effect.

Anyway, I've figured it out: as long as it's a skill, whether it comes with a high-grade item or a low-grade item, the power is very strong; it's just that the energy input causes some differences in the effect.

If the energy input when casting the skill is the same, each skill can produce roughly the same damage and effect.

In other words, there is no distinction between high and low skills.

As long as it can be released, the effect won't be too bad.

Therefore, Han Jingyang put the cane away and continued to look through the remaining items.

One after another, they could all be identified.

But the attributes were very mediocre.

All Grade 7.

No skills.

The attributes weren't very good either; they could only be used to harm people.

But the harm wasn't thorough; it could at most be considered harassment, slightly better than nothing.

After finishing, Han Jingyang returned to Xue Xinming, squatted down, and waved a sharp fruit knife in front of Xue Xinming's eyes.

Xue Xinming struggled frantically, the look of fear almost spilling from his eyes.

Han Jingyang sneered and stabbed down suddenly.

"Shhh—"

It stopped just in time.

The tip of the knife pierced the tape, and with a light slice, the tape broke.

He tore off the tape and patted Xue Xinming's swollen, shiny cheeks with the blade: "I ask, you answer. Otherwise, die. Understand?"

Xue Xinming gasped as if he had survived a disaster and nodded frantically: "I'll say it, I'll say everything. Don't kill me, I'll cooperate with you. I'll even give you all my dharma instruments, just please don't kill me."

Han Jingyang smiled and wanted to ask a question.

But for a moment, he didn't know what to ask.

What to ask?

It seemed like asking anything was useless.

He Dingkun didn't have many days left to live.

The things Xue Xinming knew didn't mean anything to me. In any case, it was impossible to let this old bastard go.

From the moment this old bastard targeted Liu Jing, the ending was already set.

No matter the reason, one cannot let such a cruel person who attempted to harm those around me and succeeded in doing so leave.

Threats must be nipped in the bud.

Instead of waiting until after things happen to regret it.

Although I was just an ordinary college student before, when it comes to killing, I really don't hesitate.

If He Dingkun says to kill, then kill.

The same goes for He Zhiqiang and his wife.

Those two only tried to threaten me and hadn't caused me any real harm yet, and I still took decisive action.

Yet Xue Xinming has already targeted people around me and nearly succeeded.

For such a person, absolutely do not let him see tomorrow's sun.

Since that is the case, interrogating or not really doesn't have much meaning.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang shook his head listlessly: "Forget it, I'm not interested. The He family is dead and gone; even if a lackey like you knows something, it's useless. Go down early and scout the path for your master, He Dingkun."

This took everyone by surprise.

Liu Jing was almost caught off guard.

Shi Xiaoya laughed out loud.

Xue Xinming was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly begged: "Boss Han, Master Han, Mr. Han, please, don't kill me. I know many things. Also, I... my sect's inheritance is also very precious. I can give it all to you, just please spare my life. Even if you turn me into a cripple, just don't kill me, please..."

Han Jingyang shook his head: "I said, I'm not interested. I'm not interested in any sect's inheritance. I have my own, and it's enough."

"I, I..."

"Alright, stop talking," Han Jingyang said to Shi Xiaoya: "Is there a way to handle this?"

"Small matter. I have a hundred ways to make him disappear without a trace, leaving not a single shred of evidence."

"Will his family or friends call the police?"

"Doesn't matter. If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who found the problem," Shi Xiaoya bared her teeth at Xue Xinming: "Whoever causes me trouble, I'll finish them off. It's that simple."

"Handle it cleanly."

"You got it, Boss."

Hearing this, Xue Xinming knew there was no hope for survival and began to struggle frantically, shouting as he struggled: "Han, don't think you're amazing just because you come from a big sect. We aren't pushovers either. You just wait, my fellow disciples will avenge me. If they can't, I still have apprentices. One day, I'll wipe out your whole family—"

Han Jingyang didn't even look back, waved his hand, and left with Liu Jing.

Fellow disciples?

Apprentices?

By that time, everyone around me will have a high-grade defensive item; would I be afraid of such a small threat?

Simply ridiculous.

In another room.

Liu Jing asked in a low voice: "Boss, are you really not going to interrogate him?"

Han Jingyang nodded.

"Why?"

"No need. This kind of person seems powerful, but in reality, their social status is very low. The most valuable thing they have is that mediocre inheritance, but I don't care for it."

"That's considered low?"

Han Jingyang smiled: "Some people have no power to truss a chicken and no wealth, but no one dares to disrespect them. Some people are strong, wealthy, and powerful, but are just scum. Every bit of respect given to them is a waste."

"You mean, this kind of person is trash?"

"Right, just a pile of trash. It's just that it stinks and spreads bacteria. Ordinary people don't dare to provoke it, but in my eyes, it's worthless. When you come across it, just shovel it away. Wasting time on him is not as good as chatting with you guys for a while."

"..."

Liu Jing was thoughtful.

Han Jingyang also had a smile on his lips.

I just realized this too.

People are different, and groups of people are different too.

Some people are like rats, whose busiest thing in life is fighting for food with other rats in a trash heap. No matter how much they grab or how fat they get, they can't change their pathetic fate as rats.

Some people are born humble but are unwilling to be ordinary, always evolving, making themselves better.

Although I don't have sky-high ambitions, I don't want to always be a rat that only knows how to fight for food with other rats.

Being born in a gutter is truly not scary. Stand up, crawl out, and make something of yourself; then this life is worth it.

Xue Xinming is the kind of thing that will be a rat his whole life. Just leave it to Shi Xiaoya to handle.

It's really not worth me wasting time and energy.

Alright, actually I don't know how to interrogate, and I don't want to see a bloody mess.

Not good at this.

Half an hour later, Shi Xiaoya entered the room: "Boss, it's handled."

Han Jingyang nodded slightly: "Tell me what you interrogated out of him earlier."