Before Shen Qian could figure out what Lao Liu was up to, a notification sound rang in his mind.

"A valuable resource-carrying target has been detected. The system will automatically start the AFK mode."

"Locating target, loading behavioral logic and language patterns..."

"Target identified, system is automatically navigating..."

Shen Qian's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

...

"Shenqian, what's wrong?"

Huo Ling'er, who was standing right next to Shen Qian, noticed something unusual and looked at Shen Qian, who had suddenly lowered his head.

Shen Qian kept his eyes tightly closed, his eyeballs twitching rapidly beneath his eyelids, yet he remained silent.

Wang Shuo, carrying the Silver-Dyed Beast, gave a disdainful smile and turned to walk out of the garbage dump.

He walked slowly, leisurely as if taking a stroll.

Chen Feng's expression was cold, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

Zhao Hanhai hesitated for a moment, then finally just sighed.

Song Ye and the others remained silent. Several young police officers wanted to stand up because they were dissatisfied, but they were stopped by the older police officers.

Zheng Shaoyang and the others clenched their fists, staring at Wang Shuo's retreating figure, their eyes burning with the fire of youth, but ultimately...

There's nothing they can do right now.

At this moment, Shen Qian opened his eyes and stepped forward.

Huo Ling'er instinctively grabbed Shen Qian's sleeve, "What...what are you going to do?"

He paused, turned his head slowly, and his eyes were as bright as stars and as deep as the sea.

Huo Ling'er was stunned.

Shen Qian grasped her soft hand, tightening his grip little by little, then placed her hand back and whispered, "Wait here obediently for me."

Huo Ling'er stared into Chen Qian's deep eyes, her heart pounding faster and faster, her cheeks burning. She nodded dizzily.

Shen Qian smiled brightly. Huo Ling'er had never realized that Shen Qian could smile so beautifully.

Shen Qian rubbed Huo Ling'er's head, then pinched her smooth cheek before turning around and striding forward.

The others also noticed the unusual movement before sinking, and a bold guess arose in their minds: could it be...?

But Shen Qian didn't chase after Wang Shuo. Instead, he walked to a stone pit next to the open space and bent down to look at something.

Seeing this, although everyone knew it was impossible, they couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment.

Zhou Xiaoguang's tense nerves finally relaxed. I knew it! How could he possibly...?

Did I tell you you could leave?

The next second, a sudden chuckle rang out.

call out!

Accompanying the light laughter was a sharp, piercing sound.

A pebble was thrown hard by Shen Qian, who had stood up. It drew a straight line in the air and hit Wang Shuo in the back.

Wang Shuo turned around, his eyes displaying the same mocking expression as before.

He gently raised his hand and caught the flying pebble accurately.

However, before the smile on his lips could spread, his face suddenly froze.

Because it wasn't one pebble that flew in, it was two.

The other pebble was even smaller and was completely hidden behind the first one.

It wasn't until he grasped the first pebble that he saw the second one that followed.

By the time he realized it, it was too late to react.

All he could do was tilt his head slightly.

Snap!

This unusually loud and crisp sound was like a magical note that stood still in time, freezing everyone's movements and expressions.

A red, swollen wound appeared on the right side of Wang Shuo's face, with blood dripping from it.

The only two who saw everything clearly, Chen Feng and Zhao Hanhai, looked astonished and couldn't help but open their mouths slightly.

Others can only see the beginning and the end, but that is already enough to be shocking.

In short...

Shen Qian threw a pebble, which slapped Wang Shuo in the face.

He slapped Wang Shuo in the face!

It's indescribable, unbelievable, and unacceptable.

Tick-tock!

The moment the blood fell to the ground, everyone snapped out of their daze.

"Before he sank, he, he..."

"Holy shit! Holy shit, holy shit..."

Song Ye kept reassuring himself that it was nothing; he had broken through to the initial stage of martial arts two months ago, so what was there to be alarmed about...

Wait, he only broke through to the initial martial artist level two months ago?

Song Ye felt his blood pressure soaring, and for a moment he was unsteady on his feet.

But if we were to say who experienced the greatest emotional fluctuations at the scene, it would actually be Wang Shuo.

He touched his cheek, then stared blankly at his palm, the bright red stain on it so glaring.

Is this a hallucination?

Or is it a test from one's inner demons?

But why did the burning sensation on my cheeks and the overwhelming sense of shame feel so real?

And those two linked stones were nothing short of miraculous...

The strength was average, but the underlying technique of exerting force was the pinnacle that Wang Shuo had ever seen in his life.

He found it hard to believe that this was something a normal person could accomplish by throwing it once with just one hand.

There was no boost from vital energy, nor any fluctuation from mental energy.

Wang Shuo wanted to say it was a coincidence, but when he met those eyes that held a hint of mockery beneath their calm surface, he was unwilling to use that excuse to comfort himself.

Wiping the blood from his face, Wang Shuo took a deep breath and calmed down, then smiled.

"I have to say, you got what you wanted. I really don't want to leave now."

He put down the silver-dyed beast he was carrying and walked step by step toward Shen Qian.

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