Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

The room was plunged into darkness.

He walked to the hard wooden bed and lay down fully clothed.

Close your eyes.

at the same time.

In the old town, at the entrance of a dimly lit alley where most of the streetlights were broken.

Three dark figures were sneaking along the wall, their eyes fixed on the window of Su Yu's rented room where the light had just been turned off.

The man in the lead was wearing a worn-out black leather jacket and had a cheap cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The dim moonlight shone on his face, revealing a hideous scar that stretched from the corner of his eye to his chin.

Old Mo.

A notorious gangster in Jiangcheng's underground black market.

At the same time, he is also a genuine martial artist.

Although his health and vitality points were only a mere 110, placing him among the lowest-ranking martial artists, it was enough for him to act with impunity in this old city.

"Brother Mo..."

Beside him, a henchman with dyed yellow hair swallowed hard, his voice trembling noticeably.

"Should we... really make a move?"

Old Mo glanced at him sideways, his eyes cold: "What? Scared?"

"How could I not be afraid!"

Another fat subordinate lowered his voice, his tone filled with anxiety, "They're high school students! They're about to take the college entrance exam!"

"The laws of the Great Xia Kingdom clearly stipulate that during the college entrance examination period, all senior high school students are key targets of national protection!"

"If the city defense bureau or the martial arts association finds out, we've ruined a high school student's chances before the exam..."

The fat man shuddered and dared not say any more.

That's a capital offense!

"Snapped!"

Without any hesitation, Lao Mo slapped the fat man on the back of the head.

"Look at you, so pathetic!"

Old Mo lowered his voice and cursed, "What are you afraid of! The state's key protection targets are those geniuses who have a chance of getting into martial arts universities!"

"An average high school student has at most 10 points of Qi and Blood."

"Even the so-called top geniuses of Jiangcheng No.1 High School, at most had less than a hundred Qi and Blood Points in high school."

Old Mo sneered, took out his phone from his pocket, and pulled up a document.

The dim light from the screen illuminated the scars on his face, making them appear even more grotesque.

"Moreover, it was clearly written in the intelligence that Young Master Zhao provided."

"This kid named Su Yu only has a Qi and Blood value of 0.8!"

Old Mo stretched out a finger and slammed it hard on the number "0.8" on the screen.

What does 0.8 mean?

"Even a stray dog ​​that eats slightly better by the roadside has higher health and mana!"

Old Mo stuffed his phone back into his pocket, his eyes full of disdain. "With such low health, he can't even beat an average adult. If I, a formal martial artist, can still make a fuss if I personally intervene, I might as well quit Jiangcheng and just kill myself!"

The blond-haired guy was still a little uneasy, rubbing his hands together: "Brother Mo, what if? I mean, what if..."

"What if this kid is slippery and suddenly starts yelling in the middle of the night, waking up all the neighbors?"

"impossible."

Old Mo interrupted him decisively.

"There is absolutely no possibility of an accident."

"He's a piece of trash with a 0.8 rating. I can control his throat with just one move and make sure he can't even fart."

Old Mo glanced at the old mechanical watch on his wrist.

11:45.

"Wait."

Old Mo exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes turning cruel and greedy. "Wait until midnight."

"Once he's fast asleep, we'll sneak in."

"Young Master Zhao told us to break both of his legs, make him stay in the hospital for half a month, and let him miss the college entrance examination."

"After this job, 200,000 in hand. I'll take you guys to 'Nightfall' for a few days of pure fun!"

Upon hearing the huge sum of 200,000, the two henchmen's breathing instantly became heavy.

Fear is quickly suppressed in the face of money.

The three of them, like hyenas lurking in the shadows, stared intently at the dark window.

Time passed by, second by second.

Midnight, 12:30.

The old town was completely silent, with only the occasional meow of a stray cat.

"Walk."

Old Mo threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and crushed it with his toe.

The three of them tiptoed into the dilapidated tenement building.

The hallway was filled with a musty, sour smell.

Old Mo stopped in front of Su Yu's door.

This is an extremely old wooden door; the lock cylinder is rusted.

Old Mo pulled a thin wire from his waist and skillfully inserted it into the keyhole.

inside the room.

On a hard wooden bed.

Su Yu's previously steady breathing paused almost imperceptibly the moment the wire touched the lock cylinder.

After breaking through to the Martial Master level.

His five senses have been enhanced to an extremely terrifying, inhuman level.

Not to mention the sound of lock picking outside the door.

Even the sound of dripping water from the pipes in the next building, he could hear clearly if he wanted to!

In Su Yu's current perception.

There were three people standing outside the door.

Two ordinary people, their hearts were beating fast and their breathing was rapid; they were clearly very nervous.

There's another one...

His heartbeat was steady and powerful, and the sound of his blood flowing was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, clearly indicating that he was a formal martial artist who had broken through the limits of the human body.

However, in Su Yu's perception, who had just entered the "Martial Master" realm, the fluctuations of the martial artist's blood and qi outside the door were like a faint candle flame, which was insignificant compared to the vast ocean within his own body.

too weak.

So weak that Su Yu couldn't even muster the slightest sense of tension as if facing a formidable enemy.

In the darkness, Su Yu didn't move, but his brain was working at a rapid pace.

"In the middle of the night, a formal martial artist comes with two ordinary people to break into my door?"

He was an orphan so poor he could barely afford the rent. The most valuable thing in his house was his pile of study materials, which was not worth the attention of thieves.

If they're not after money, then they're after people.

For the past three years, he has kept a low profile, doing odd jobs and practicing martial arts, and has never come into contact with any underground forces.

The only exception was a few hours ago.

"I just refused Zhao Ze's request to buy my grades this afternoon, and in the middle of the night, a martial artist came to my door under the cover of darkness."

Su Yu instantly understood.

"This young master of the Zhao family really isn't even willing to wait one night."

If a deal falls through, they resort to underhanded tactics.

This is the way those privileged classes act in the world of high-level martial arts.

In their eyes, ordinary people are really just ants that can be crushed at any time.

If it were Su Yu a few hours ago...

Faced with a formal martial artist breaking into his door in the dead of night with two subordinates, his only fate was to have both legs broken and be thrown to the ground like a dead dog, watching helplessly as his chance to change his fate was completely taken away.

But now.

Click.

A very slight, crisp sound.

The lock is open.

The old wooden door was slowly pushed open a crack.

The faint moonlight streamed through the crack in the door, casting three distorted shadows on the floor.

At the very instant the wooden door was pushed open.

Su Yu, who was on the bed, immediately opened his eyes.

What profound eyes they were.

There was no confusion as if waking from a dream, nor any panic in the face of a burglar.

Only endless indifference.

Like a high and mighty god looking down on three ignorant ants who had crawled into his territory.

Old Mo, like a nimble night cat, was the first to slip into the room.

He gently closed the door behind him.

The room fell into darkness again.

Old Mo's gaze quickly locked onto the hard wooden bed not far away.

On the bed, there was a blurry figure lying there, motionless.

"Sleeping like a log."

Old Mo sneered inwardly.

He gestured to his two men behind him, signaling them to hold down the target's hands.

He then pulled out a solid steel pipe from his lower back.

The cold steel exuded a chilling aura in the darkness.