sinovels Chapter 36 I will crush every bone in your body!
Chapter 36 I will crush every bone in your body!
The man was wearing a hat with the brim pulled low, casting a shadow that covered most of his face.
But Zhu Que recognized him at a glance—
Peng Yong!
Not long ago, Peng Yong, who had just started working at the landfill, was very polite to everyone and always addressed them as Brother Zhu.
"So it was you."
Zhu Que frowned and said, "You infiltrated the Sixth Garbage Dump from the very beginning to test and investigate me."
Peng Yong slowly raised his head and casually took off his hat.
"That day at the testing and evaluation center, I saw you were the last to leave, and I didn't really suspect your identity."
At this moment, he completely shed his pretense, abandoning his usual humble and ingratiating demeanor, and instead displaying undisguised smugness and arrogance.
"But then, a second naturally born demon appeared at the scene, and I immediately locked onto you!"
"After I infiltrated the junkyard, Brother Hu secretly followed you a few times and basically confirmed your identity."
"How can a fifth-class person working in a junkyard be allowed to spend every night at a self-study center? How can he be connected to a black market boss?"
There's only one answer—you are the second born demon!
Peng Yong's tone was smug, as if he had completely controlled Zhu Que.
"I see."
Zhu Que is usually very cautious.
Every time he went to the self-help training center, he would deliberately take a detour and repeatedly check that he was not being followed.
However, his cultivation level was not high; not long ago, he was only at the first level of Qi Refining. If anyone following him had a slightly higher cultivation level, he would have a hard time detecting them.
"What's your name, sir?"
Zhu Que looked at the unshaven man.
He could tell that the person who was truly in control of the situation was not Peng Yong, but the man he called "Brother Hu".
My name is Jiang Hu.
The bearded man chuckled, "You can call me whatever you want; we'll definitely be dealing with each other quite a bit in the future."
Peng Yong stood beside Jiang Hu.
"Let's get down to business. How much money do you want?" Zhu Que asked.
"How do you make money?" Jiang Hu didn't answer, but asked in return.
"I can't tell you this. If I do, it'll be no different from me falling into the hands of the police," Zhu Que said firmly.
"Then let's change the question: how much do you earn each month?"
"Fifty thousand a day." Zhu Que casually made up a fake number.
"How come it's only 50,000...?"
Jiang Hu frowned slightly, but immediately realized something, her eyes widening: "You mean 50,000 'per day'?!"
"That's right."
"hiss!"
Jiang Hu and Peng Yong both gasped in shock.
The two turned to look at each other, their eyes gleaming with undisguised greed and ecstasy.
At 50,000 a day, that's about 1.5 million a month. This kid is a real fat sheep!
"How about this? I won't take all of yours..."
Jiang Hu forcibly suppressed the surging excitement in his heart and said, "Just give us 45,000 every day!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Que immediately looked troubled.
"That's way too much..."
"There's no room for negotiation!"
Jiang Hu coldly interrupted him: "Leaving you five thousand is already more than enough; we haven't completely blocked your path."
Peng Yong chimed in, "Five thousand spirit coins a day is enough for you to spend every night in the intermediate cultivation room, and you can even save up quite a bit."
Zhu Que said helplessly, "But sometimes I might not be able to earn 50,000."
Jiang Hu said in a deep voice, "I don't care about that, that's your problem to solve!"
"Zhu Que! Don't be ungrateful. We've at least left you a way out. If the police catch you..."
Peng Yong's eyes were sinister, and his tone was blatantly threatening: "Think carefully about what happened to Zheng Yuanbai!"
Zhu Que frowned, feigning annoyance, and said, "Even a cornered dog will jump over the wall; don't push me too far!"
"Are you pushing me too far?"
Jiang Hu took a step forward and said in a chilling tone:
"You've been spending all your time in the cultivation room, what level have you reached now? First level of Qi Refining? Second level? Or third level? Believe me, you don't even need to call the police, I can grind you to dust all by myself!"
"..."
Zhu Que fell silent immediately.
His face was gloomy, and his eyes were lowered, as if he was really suffocating from those words.
Inside the factory, the sound of wind whistling through the metal sheets filled the air.
"……All right!"
Zhu Que slowly raised his head, as if he had made an extremely difficult decision, revealing an expression of pain as if he had been cut off.
"I can give you the money, but we need to make this clear first: you absolutely cannot abandon me after using me!"
"Don't worry about that. We won't abandon you after we've served our purpose. How will we make money if we do?"
"Alright, let's start tomorrow..."
"No, it has to start today!" Jiang Hu pressed on, "Let me see your sincerity."
"...Sigh, fine."
Zhu Que's expression froze slightly, then he gave a wry smile and took down the black bag he was carrying.
"I didn't bring much money with me."
He unzipped his jacket as he walked toward Jiang Hu and Peng Yong.
The two exchanged a glance and rubbed their hands together excitedly, showing no wariness whatsoever.
In their view, although Zhu Que was born with a demonic seed, he was just a minor character in the early stage of Qi Refining.
They could easily crush someone with the slightest movement of their fingers.
The dog jumps the wall in a hurry?
It has to be a dog.
Zhu Que is now just a stinking rat in the gutter; even if he bares his teeth, he'll only become a laughingstock.
Therefore, when Zhu Que opened the black bag and approached, Jiang Hu and Peng Yongzhen thought he was giving them money.
however.
When Zhu Que approached, he reached into his black bag, took something out, and handed it to the two of them.
"I didn't bring enough money, can I use this as payment?"
"What is it?"
Jiang Hu and Peng Yong looked puzzled.
next moment.
Zhu Que opened his palm.
The thing had a metal shell, rough texture, and a hard outline, and gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light.
It was a magical grenade!
"That is..."
Jiang Hu and Peng Yong's expressions suddenly changed.
Before they could react—
"Crack!"
Zhu Que flicked his thumb, pulled the ring, and threw it at them without any hesitation.
"You motherfucker!"
Peng Yong gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.
Instead of retreating, he charged towards the grenade, his palms outstretched, ready to catch it.
The reason is very simple—
These types of grenade-like devices typically take five seconds to detonate after the pull ring is pulled.
Zhu Que pulled the ring and threw it without any delay, giving him plenty of time.
If the grenade is thrown away within five seconds, it poses no threat at all.
however.
This is just Peng Yong's assessment of "genuine hand grenades".
Zhu Que threw a complete counterfeit!
Zhu Que not only learned about firearms and magical artifacts from Boss Meng, but also about some rather special magical artifacts.
For example, this grenade.
The side effects of the hand grenade artifact he imitated were also quite simple—
Because the fuse is unstable, the explosion delay is forcibly compressed from five seconds to two seconds.
Therefore, Peng Yong's hand had just touched the metal casing.
The next moment—
"Bang!!"
A deafening explosion rang out, and flames and shockwaves suddenly expanded.
Peng Yong didn't even have time to react before he was thrown into the air and crashed miserably into the metal frame.
As for Zhu Que, knowing the side effects beforehand, he decisively retreated the moment the grenade left his hand.
Jiang Hu stood a little further away, and he instinctively raised his arm.
A surge of spiritual energy appeared around him, forming a pale yellow barrier that blocked the explosive flames of the grenade.
However, although the flames were blocked, the shockwave was still very strong.
Jiang Hu groaned, slid several meters across the ground from the shock, and finally managed to regain his balance.
In a short time.
Smoke and dust billowed, and heat waves rippled, obscuring most of the view.
"You bastard!!"
A hysterical roar.
Jiang Hu walked through the billowing dust, his expression ferocious, staring intently at Zhu Que with a dark and murderous look on his face.
"I'm going to crush every bone in your body!"
"..."
Zhu Que remained silent, his eyes extremely calm.
Instead of retreating, he put on his control gauntlets, took a step forward, and went to meet Jiang Hu.
Normally, people with low cultivation levels, unless they have extraordinary talent, cannot cross boundaries to kill others.
However, this is the old logic of spiritual practice.
In the modern cultivation world where magical artifacts reign supreme, anyone with a powerful enough magical artifact can kill across borders!