Simultaneously traversing from Type-Moon

He hung up the phone and continued fishing.

Chapter 21 New Job

A few days later, Du Can took a train to another city.

He ultimately accepted the job Ye Sizhen offered, intending to experience something new. Of course, if he wasn't satisfied, he could always turn around and leave.

Ye Sizhen told him that there was a magician in the city who was on the Spiral Pavilion's wanted list, and asked him to come and deal with him.

As soon as I got off the train, someone came up to me on the platform. It was a young man a few years younger than Du Can, with a refined appearance and a touch of shyness.

"Are you Brother Du? My name is Wang Wei, you can just call me Xiao Wang. I came here specifically to meet you."

Du Can nodded: "Then I'll call you Awei."

Wang Wei smiled and said, "That works too."

Du Can got straight to the point: "Where is the enemy? Tell me, and I'll take care of them."

Wang Wei quickly waved his hand: "No rush, no rush. Brother Du has come from afar, and Sister Sizhen specifically instructed me to show you around first. The magician's matter can wait."

Seeing his enthusiasm, Du Can couldn't refuse, so he said, "Then you can arrange it as you see fit."

So, for most of the day, Wang Wei led Du Can to visit all the major and minor scenic spots in the city and try various local specialties.

For lunch, Wang Wei specifically chose the most upscale restaurant in the city.

During the meal, Wang Wei asked, "Brother Du, how was your visit after half a day?"

Du Can nodded: "Not bad."

In fact, he found it very boring.

The scenery in those scenic spots may indeed be quite beautiful to tourists who know how to appreciate it. But for a common person with little cultural refinement, all he could think of was that it was "beautiful," and he couldn't taste anything else.

Wang Wei went on and on about the millennia-old heritage, the antique charm, and the poetic beauty, but he felt nothing. He just found it boring.

When can we get to work?

Du Can looked at Wang Wei, who was talking eloquently across from him, and wanted to interrupt him several times to ask him about the important matter, but he swallowed the words back.

At this moment, Wang Wei suddenly changed the subject and asked with a grin, "By the way, Brother Du, what is your relationship with Sister Sizhen? Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Du Can remained expressionless: "That's not true, just an ordinary colleague."

Wang Wei laughed and said half-jokingly, "I thought the eldest sister had finally come to her senses and was planning to find a man to marry."

Du Can glanced at him: "Aren't you afraid she'll hear you and kick you if you tease her like that?"

"What's there to be afraid of? The boss isn't here." Wang Wei grinned slyly. "Besides, even if the boss remembers me and kicks me a couple of times, I'd be happy to do it."

As he spoke, he seemed to be contemplating some indescribable scene, and his grin widened.

Du Can tapped the table: "Alright, alright, you've done your shopping and eaten, time to get back to work, right?"

Wang Wei's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Alright, then I'll tell you about that magician."

"That man is named Huang Renjie. His research on mental magic is related to traditional Chinese medicine, and he is known as 'Huang the Half-Immortal'. He claims to have developed a miraculous medicine that can cure all diseases in the world, from sprains and bruises to rheumatism and swelling, and even cancer and incurable diseases."

"But our investigation revealed that the drug was a counterfeit product, with none of the effects it claimed, and it was even slightly addictive."

Du Can frowned: "What's in it for him to sell fake medicine?"

“This is related to his research on mind magic,” Wang Wei explained. “His real goal is to create a panacea that can cure all diseases. But such a drug does not exist in reality, so he wants to first fabricate a panacea and then extract the ‘real’ components from the ‘false’ one.”

Du Can was somewhat surprised: "Extracting the truth from the falsehood? Is that even possible?"

“In the occult, it is theoretically possible,” Wang Wei said. “If enough people believe in something false, one day a ‘fake’ that can rival the real thing will be born.”

"Although it is possible to do so, no one cares, because a 'fake' is ultimately just a 'fake,' with a very weak foundation. As long as no one believes in it, it will collapse in an instant."

Du Can pondered for a moment: "So, quite a few people actually believed his medicine could cure all diseases, and even bought it?"

"His medicine doesn't contain many truly effective ingredients, but it's loaded with painkillers and hallucinogens. Many patients don't know if their condition has improved after taking it, but they definitely feel much more comfortable."

Wang Wei paused for a moment, then continued, "Moreover, this person is very shrewd. He never targets young people, but specifically targets middle-aged and elderly people. He boasts that he is an ancient royal secret formula, saying that even the emperor took this medicine to prolong his life. Many middle-aged and elderly people have fallen for his tricks."

Du Can immediately understood: "Oh, it's the same trick as those fraudulent health products."

"Pretty much. But with compliant health supplements, at most you're just paying a little 'stupidity tax,' but this stuff, if you take too much of it, can really make you stupid."

Du Can thought for a moment: "Isn't this just a fake drug dealer? Why not just call the police and let them arrest him?"

Wang Wei paused for a moment, then laughed: "Brother Du's idea is quite down-to-earth. However, this is a matter for the magic world, and it's best for us magicians to solve it ourselves."

"So how strong is he?"

“Magicians are generally better at research than fighting. Even when forced to fight, they still rely on the magic they have researched. From our observation, Huang Renjie’s fighting ability should be relatively weak, and he is better at healing and survival.”

Du Can asked, puzzled, "Why didn't you just go and catch him yourself? Why did you specifically call me over?"

Wang Wei smiled sheepishly: "Just in case. The boss said you're very capable, and with you here, it's not easy to mess things up."

Du Can understood: "So you mean I should just stand by and watch, and not do anything?"

"This is called 'holding the line'," Wang Wei said seriously. "Only the strongest can handle this."

Du Can was a little annoyed. Ye Sizhen had called him over, and he thought she was going to personally arrest someone, but it turned out she was just acting as an insurance agent.

Okay, insurance it is.

However, he had a strange intuition that Ah Wei might make a mistake, and he would really have to step in to cover for him.

“Alright,” Du Can picked up his teacup, “I ate your meal, so I’ll help you out. Consider it paying back the meal.”

Wang Wei's eyes lit up with joy: "Thank you so much, Brother Du!"

After the meal, Wang Wei finally took Du Can to officially set off to find their target.

The car drove through the city streets and finally stopped at the entrance of a residential complex.

Du Can glanced around; it was a rather upscale residential area. He turned to Wang Wei and asked, "Does he live here?"

“No. Huang Renjie has no fixed address and currently only operates in this neighborhood.” Wang Wei lowered his voice. “Because there are many middle-aged and elderly people here, it’s convenient for him to sell counterfeit drugs.”

Du Can frowned: "Making a move in a place like this, if it makes too much noise, wouldn't that violate the principle of secrecy and concealment?"

“He’s very cunning, he specifically uses ordinary people as shields,” Wang Wei said. “But the Spiral Pavilion will cover for us. As long as no one dies, even if there’s a bit of a commotion, we can cover it up.”

Du Can nodded: "Okay."

Actually, he didn't care much about the principle of mystery and secrecy, but it was always good to avoid trouble.

Wang Wei said, "Brother Du, please wait a moment. I'll send out my familiar to scout ahead."

Chapter 22 was too troublesome; he was defeated in one move.

Wang Wei said he was going to release a few familiars. Then he took out several folding drones from his backpack, skillfully unfolded them, and turned them on.

Du Can stared at the few little contraptions buzzing into the air, speechless for a moment: "...These are the familiars you were talking about?"

“It’s about keeping up with the times,” Wang Wei said confidently. “Besides, in such an upscale residential area, drones are inconspicuous, which is better than releasing a few crows or bats.”

The drone hovered silently over the residential area a few times before quickly transmitting footage. Wang Wei stared at his phone screen, his eyes lighting up: "Found the target, Brother Du, let's go."

The two quickly crossed the green belt and arrived at a small square in the center of the community. They squatted down behind the bushes next to the square and peered forward through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

In the center of the square was a long table covered with red velvet. Behind the table sat a man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked very refined.

The table was piled high with medicine bottles and boxes of all sizes, beautifully packaged and colorful.

The area around the table was packed with people, mostly elderly men and women, who craned their necks and listened intently.

That person was Huang Renjie.

He was enthusiastically promoting his medicine: "I am the 148th generation successor of the Heavenly Mandate Rejuvenation Pill! This medicine of ours is a family heirloom; my ancestor was a royal physician in the Imperial Medical Academy, who served the Emperor himself! If the Emperor has taken this medicine, how could it be anything but good? It cures all diseases and prolongs life..."

Wang Wei lowered his voice and said to Du Can, "That's the same story he told. He even planned to broadcast it on TV shopping channels, but luckily we stopped him in time, otherwise who knows how many people would have been fooled."

Du Can nodded. Isn't this the same kind of scheme they use to sell fake medicine on TV in my past life?

In his previous life, he lacked extraordinary powers; he was just a conman. In this world, however, he is a magician.

Du Can glanced at the onlookers who were listening intently and asked Wang Wei, "How do you plan to make your move? He's surrounded by people."

“I have a way.” Wang Wei took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, opened it, and found it densely filled with silver needles as fine as cow hair.

"This is my family's secret technique of controlling souls with silver needles. Huang Renjie used verbal hypnosis when he was selling it. Ordinary persuasion is useless for those who have been hypnotized. I have to use silver needles to acupuncture points to help them break the hypnosis and let them leave on their own."

He was about to move forward as he spoke.

Du Can grabbed him: "If you go and stab their acupoints one by one, they're not blind. Do you think they'll just stand by and watch you cause trouble?"

"I'll be careful..."

"That's what you call being careful? Those onlookers aren't just spectators, they're his hostages. If you do that, you're bound to alert him."

Wang Wei was taken aback by what he said: "Then, in Brother Du's opinion, what should we do to ensure that those people leave safely?"

Du Can thought for a moment and asked, "Didn't you say before that the Spiral Pavilion had given instructions that as long as no one dies, it wouldn't matter if there was a lot of noise?"

Wang Wei had a vague sense of foreboding, but he still nodded: "Ah...yes..."

"That's good."

Du Can stood up abruptly from behind the bushes. Before Wang Wei could react, he saw Du Can extend his right hand, palm facing Huang Renjie, who was still talking eloquently dozens of meters away.

"Low-level Xuan-rank combat skill - Absorb Palm".

An invisible, immense force erupted from Du Can's palm.

Just a few dozen meters away, Huang Renjie was getting into the middle of his story when he suddenly felt his body being pulled by an irresistible force, and he was involuntarily thrown forward.

He knocked the table over, scattering medicine bottles all over the floor.

"Ahhhhhhh—" Huang Renjie let out a series of screams.

He was flying close to the ground at a speed of tens of meters per second, and the paving stones on the ground were rushing past in his field of vision.

There was a person standing behind the bushes ahead, with their right hand facing you. The suction force was coming from that hand.

"What kind of magic trick is this? How can it suck people in out of thin air?!" Huang Renjie's mind exploded.

He tried desperately to stop, but his body was completely out of his control.