My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 41: A Scam by Capital

The day after the hunter returned.

The large lecture hall on the east side of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy was bustling with activity.

Today is the first time we've held a public meditation class for first-year students.

Not only were all the new students present, but many upperclassmen even came specifically to audit the class and observe.

The moment Su Yun led the group of work-study students into the classroom, the previously noisy space fell silent for a second.

Su Yun, who was walking at the front, was dressed in a casual outfit, wearing tactical boots, and sporting his signature sunglasses.

That mysterious aura, so out of place in this world, instantly drew most of the attention in the classroom.

"Look! That's Su Yun wearing black glasses! The leader of the first-year students!"

"So handsome! But his charisma is just amazing!"

As for Tang San following behind him, although he was slightly more pleasing to the eye than before, he was completely overshadowed by Su Yun's brilliance and could even be overlooked if one did not look closely.

The group leisurely walked to the prime window seats and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Su Yun glanced through his sunglasses at Xiao Wu, who was lying on the table.

That one glance reminded him of the encrypted report Lei had given him late last night.

The report shows that the frequency on Xiao Wu's body is very similar to that on the soul beasts!

Su Yun's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, narrowed slightly.

It seems that Xiao Wu is even more extraordinary than I imagined.

"Xiao Wu."

Su Yun extended a finger and gently tapped the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Boss Su?"

Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes and innocently handed over half an orange.

Su Yun took the orange, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice, saying in a tone only the two of them could hear, "Xiao San and I went to the Soul Hunting Forest and worked ourselves to the bone to get a Soul Ring. But I've seen you staying in the academy these past few days, eating and drinking like royalty, without even leaving the school gates—"

"How come you're already a one-ring Soul Master?"

"Huh? This—"

Xiao Wu's hand, which was peeling an orange, froze in mid-air.

The two long ears that had been twitching happily suddenly drooped down, the big eyes rolled around, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on the forehead.

"That—that—"

Xiao Wu hesitated for a long time, then finally gritted her teeth, slammed the orange peel in her hand on the table, and put on a righteous and confident look.

"Oh, luck! It's all just luck!"

She spoke nonsense with a straight face: "Just a couple of days ago, I was taking a walk in the back mountain, and when I got tired, I found a tree stump to sit down and rest."

Suddenly, a severely injured, poorly sighted, hundred-year-old soul beast crashed headfirst into a tree stump next to me and died! Just then, its soul ring exploded!

At this point, Xiao Wu proudly raised her chin, her two rabbit ears swaying back and forth.

"Boss Su, I'm so lucky!"

"oh-

'

Su Yun drew out his words and nodded meaningfully.

"So that's how it is. Soul beasts these days are so enlightened; they not only deliver the goods to your door but also take care of crashing them into trees to kill you."

He didn't expose her, but simply reached out and ruffled Xiao Wu's hair, messing up her meticulously braided scorpion braid.

"Alright, since it's a windfall, then keep it safe. Remember to call me next time something like this happens."

"Ouch! Don't mess up my hair!"

Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Su Yun didn't pursue the matter further, and quickly slapped Su Yun's hand away.

Just then, a palpable killing intent, like a vengeful spirit crawling out of the abyss, clung tightly to Su Yun's back.

The feeling was so intense that it even caused Su Yun a slight physical discomfort.

He turned around instinctively.

In the dark corner of the back row, sat a mountain of flesh.

He was an upperclassman wearing an expensive school uniform, with an astonishingly round figure. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell where the line between his neck and chin was.

What's most striking is that his shiny, round face has a pair of pitifully small, beady eyes.

At this moment, those beady green eyes were staring intently at Su Yun, the whites of his eyes bloodshot, his teeth grinding together. His gaze didn't seem like that of someone looking at a junior, but rather like that of someone who had killed his father and was now the target of a hatred that had stolen his wife.

"Wang Sheng." Su Yun pointed behind him, somewhat puzzled.

"Who's that guy? His eyes look like he's been constipated for three days and someone stole his toilet paper. Did I dig up his ancestral grave?"

Wang Sheng glanced back, then immediately shrank back, quickly leaned closer, and whispered, "Godfather, that's Rob, the class bully of the third year."

"puff--"

Su Yun almost spat out the mouthful of water he had just drunk, staring at Wang Sheng in shock.

"Behave yourself in public! What the hell?!"

"No, not that one!"

Wang Sheng was so anxious that his face turned red, and he frantically gestured for the name.

"What I mean is, he's the bully of the third grade!"

Just then, Xiao Wu suddenly peeked over from the side, blinked her big eyes, and asked innocently, "Uncle? Who's Auntie?"

Xiao Wu reached out her finger and poked Wang Sheng's arm, her expression a mixture of confusion and seriousness.

"Since there's an uncle, there must be an aunt, right? Are they a couple?"

"Cough cough cough—!!" Tang San, who was standing next to him, could no longer hold back and covered his mouth, coughing violently.

Wang Sheng broke out in a cold sweat and kept begging for mercy.

"Oh my dear aunt! Godfather! Godmother! Stop making fun of me! It's the 'Grade' of 'Grade' and the 'tyrant' of 'tyrant'! It means the eldest in the grade!!"

"Tch, boring."

Xiao Wu pouted, glanced disdainfully at the fat guy in the back row, and muttered under her breath, "He looks like a big steamed bun, and he calls himself a tyrant? I think he's more like a turtle."

Su Yun suppressed a laugh and steered the conversation back on track.

"Alright, alright. So, this one—that turtle—his family is quite powerful?"

"It's alright."

Wang Sheng wiped his sweat and explained, "Although his talent is average, his family is extremely wealthy; they belong to the aristocratic class in Notting City. They usually act like they own the place in the academy."

"noble?"

Su Yun raised an eyebrow and glanced thoughtfully at the fat man who was still gritting his teeth at her.

"Then why is he glaring at me? My mistress and I just came back from the Soul Hunter Forest yesterday; we haven't even met yet, have we?"

Who knows?

Wang Sheng was also completely bewildered. He secretly glanced at Su Yun and tentatively analyzed, "Perhaps—he's jealous that you're too handsome, Godfather?"

"I heard he's tried to woo several female classmates but failed each time; they all thought he was too greasy. He probably has severe appearance anxiety, and seeing a handsome guy like you triggers a stress reaction."

"Um----"

Su Yun stroked his chin and nodded in deep agreement.

"That's possible. It's only natural to be jealous of my stunning good looks. After all, being handsome is a sin."

Xiao Wu giggled beside him, sharing half of the peeled orange with Su Yun, and added insult to injury: "Brother, look at his face, it's turned purple with anger, now he looks even more like a purple sweet potato bun."

However, Su Yun, who was chatting and laughing, was unaware of this.

Just yesterday, what exactly happened to this young master Luo, whom they jokingly call "Purple Sweet Potato Bun"?

Let's rewind to yesterday morning.

Nottingham City, landmark building, the top floor office of Juweixuan Restaurant.

The atmosphere here is oppressive and suffocating.

The once bustling Nottingham restaurant, which used to be packed with guests and rake in money every day, is now deserted, with more waiters than customers in the lobby.

"Son, the world has changed."

Luo Wanjin, the leading figure in Nottingham's restaurant industry, was pacing back and forth in his office with disheveled hair.

He looked dazed, clutching a Nezha hamburger he had just bought from across the street, his eyes filled with terror.

It was as if he was holding not food, but a high-level soul tool that could explode at any moment.

"Dad, it's just that business is a little slow, isn't it?"

Rob looked at his neurotic father with great anxiety.

"We'll lower our prices and compete with them! Juweixuan is a time-honored brand—"

"Foolish!!"

Luo Wanjin turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his son, his voice trembling slightly.

"Price reduction? You think this is just a simple matter of stealing business? Wrong! Absolutely wrong!"

Luo Wanjin pointed at the hamburger in his hand and roared hoarsely, "Look! Look closely! The fluffiness of this bread, the perfect roundness of this patty—this is not something an ordinary chef could make!"

With trembling fingers, Luo Wanjin tore open the hamburger wrapper, held the patty up to the light, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Without a trace of soul power fluctuation, yet it can induce an extreme sense of pleasure—son, do you understand what this means?"

Rob shook his head blankly, his chubby face jiggling. "Does 'mean' mean delicious?"

"shallow!!"

Luo Wanjin slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups jump. He lowered his voice and said in a chilling tone, "This means that this is a soul skill! And a high-level soul skill that has returned to its original simplicity!"

"I suspect that behind this Nezha burger is not just some ordinary business competitor—"

Luo Wanjin took a deep breath and uttered the speculation that made him tremble.

"This is very likely orchestrated by a reclusive, food-type Soul Douluo! Or even a Title Douluo!!"

"Soul—Contra?!"

Rob was so frightened he almost slipped off the sofa, his beady eyes wide open and his voice trembling.

"Dad, you mean—there's some level 80 player who's just bored and comes to Nottingham City to sell hamburgers?!"

"That's precisely their brilliance! This is what you call 'hiding in plain sight, striking with overwhelming force'!"

Luo Wanjin's expression was solemn, as if he had seen through the truth of the world.

"How many can an ordinary chef make in a day? This powerful being can conjure hundreds of hamburgers in a minute! This is using the Eighth Soul Skill to corrupt the taste buds of the people of Notting City and destroy our traditional food culture! This is playing a grand, far-reaching game!!"

Luo Wanjin grew increasingly desperate as he spoke, slumping into his chair and groaning in pain as he covered his forehead.

"Unfortunately, your dad is old. Although I see through this situation, I don't have the guts to overturn the table—"

"Faced with top-tier powerhouses who can create food storms with a wave of their hand, ordinary merchants like us are as fragile as ants."

"dad----"

As Rob looked at his father's aged and desperate back, and heard that it was the work of Contra, his fear reached its peak.

But what followed was an even more intense, god-slaying impulse!

So what if it's Contra?

Even gods have weaknesses!

"Hmph, while the strong are indeed formidable, everything in excess is harmful!"

Luo Wanjin suddenly raised his head, revealing a sinister smile, like a mortal who had discovered a flaw in the gods in a desperate situation.

"I've looked into it; they serve food incredibly fast. One burger per minute—what does that mean?"

Rob asked blankly, "Does that mean—you have profound soul power?"

"Fool! It means filth! It means arrogance!"

Luo Wanjin said decisively, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"Think about it, would a high and mighty Soul Douluo be willing to bend down and wash vegetables? Would he be willing to wash dishes? Impossible! In their eyes, that's the work of lowly people!"

"In pursuit of ultimate speed and profit, they completely skipped the cleaning process! That's the arrogance of the strong! That's their Achilles' heel!"

Although Rob couldn't understand what his father was saying, he understood the general meaning.

He stood up excitedly, his entire body of fat trembling.

"Dad, I understand! Even if someone is a Title Douluo, if there are cockroaches in their kitchen, or if their vegetables aren't washed properly, they have to be shut down!"

"Yes! This is our only chance to fight back!"

Luo Wanjin clenched his fist, then immediately relaxed it, and said dejectedly.

"But I dare not go—what if I anger His Majesty—"

Seeing his father cower in fear, Rob's passion was instantly ignited.

Something called a sense of family mission surged within his fat-filled chest.

Dad, I'll do the things you don't dare to do!

For the glory of Juweixuan!

For food safety in Nottingham!

Even if the opponent is a Contra Master, I will expose the true face of that ruthless powerhouse!

Yesterday at noon, the sun was shining brightly.

A long line formed in front of the Nezha Burger shop, and the aroma wafted across half the street.

Suddenly, a cacophony of footsteps shattered the harmony.

Rob, accompanied by two uniformed, stern-faced sheriffs, stormed into the store.

-

"Stop! Everyone stop! Stop eating!"

Rob kicked open the half-closed door, his fat jiggling violently from the inertia.

He pointed at the customers queuing up and roared righteously, "What you're eating is garbage! This place is seriously unsanitary! This meat is from a dead pig! These vegetables aren't washed properly! Eating this will kill you!"

Wang Er, the store manager who was busy behind the counter, paused for a moment and put down the shovel in his hand. Su Yun was not in the store at the moment, and Wang Er was the person in charge.

"Young master, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Wang Er wiped his hands, suddenly feeling a little anxious about being smeared.

"Nonsense? I think you won't learn your lesson until you see the coffin!"

Rob sneered, his beady eyes gleaming with the pleasure of revenge, and waved to the sheriff behind him.

"Uncles, investigate! Investigate thoroughly! Especially the toilets and kitchen, they're teeming with bacteria! I'm going to shut them down!"