Ma Xingbang didn't refute, but casually took out his phone, randomly found a group chat, and started sending red envelopes.
He didn't try to hide it; instead, he openly started handing out red envelopes in front of everyone.
Everyone was stunned by his actions. They were discussing evidence, and he was sending red envelopes to the group chat?
A notification quickly appeared in the group chat.
"Thank you for the red envelope, sir!"
"Thanks +1"
"Damn it, only one cent?"
"Damn +1"
Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, Ma Xingbang grabbed his own red envelope, which showed an amount of 199.1.
The number of red envelopes is 10.
Yang Ming was stunned when he saw this: "Holy crap, your luck is incredible!"
Ma Xingbang smiled without saying a word and continued to send five more red envelopes. Each time, he grabbed more than 190 yuan, while the others received either a few cents or a dollar.
Gradually, the expressions on everyone's faces became increasingly uncertain and skeptical.
Yang Ming blurted out, "Is your ability also due to luck?! How is that possible?"
Ma Xingbang shook his head: "This isn't luck, it's good fortune."
Then, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Everyone was instantly startled. When he reappeared, he was already at the other end of the room. The whole process took only a fraction of a second.
This time, Bai Qi was surprised.
"This is...extreme speed!?"
Ma Xingbang shook his head again: "This is not rapid, but swift, like the swiftness of a gale."
"Now you understand, right?"
Bai Qi looked somewhat shocked, clearly realizing something.
Yang Ming was shocked: "You actually have dual abilities!?"
Ma Xingbang's smile suddenly froze. He turned his head away and ignored Yang Ming, instead saying to Fang Xiu and the others, "My ability before the third tier was copying. I could copy other people's abilities through contact."
"What! Copying other people's abilities?" Everyone was instantly shocked.
In an instant, they made a lot of connections. No wonder Ma Xingbang was so polite at the beginning, shaking hands with everyone he met. It turned out he was replicating abilities.
The ability to replicate! That's terrifying! Doesn't that mean Ma Xingbang is equivalent to a combination of countless Spirit Masters?
Fang Xiu suddenly understood everything. No wonder Ma Xingbang said he had discovered his secret. He had copied his ability when he shook hands with Ma Xingbang, but he found that it was not about predicting the future, but about suffering.
Wait, no, if he really copied his own ability, then he should know that the ability after the second-tier enhancement is to absorb pain, not to make others feel pain.
It seems that there are certain limitations to the ability to copy; the copied ability will be one level lower than the original owner's.
Moreover, there are definitely quantity limitations, and even time limitations, so there is no way to replicate it at will.
The greater the ability, the greater the limitations and the more stringent the conditions.
"My abilities were originally a secret at headquarters, but since you, Fang Xiu, refuse to admit it, I have no choice but to reveal them."
Before reaching Tier 3, my ability was copying; after reaching Tier 3, my copying ability awakened into plagiarism.
"Um... what's the difference between copying and plagiarism?" Yang Ming asked, somewhat speechless.
Ma Xingbang smiled proudly: "Copying is exactly the same, but plagiarism is adding your own innovation on the original. Can we generalize about them?"
Everyone was speechless. No wonder he called luck "good fortune" and speed "rapid speed"—he just changed the names and claimed them as his own.
While everyone was making fun of him, Fang Xiu discovered the terrifying aspect of his plagiarism ability. Although it sounded somewhat ridiculous, this ability was truly abnormal.
As Ma Xingbang said, copying is just copying; at best, it's exactly the same as the original. But plagiarism is different; it allows for innovation on the original basis, or it can be called enhancement. If the plagiarism is done well, it might even be more powerful than the original.
I copied your work, but I did it better than you. That's the scary thing about plagiarism.
"So now do you understand why I said Fang Xiu's ability to foresee the future is fake? Because the ability I copied is not foreseeing the future at all, but rather hurting others and making them feel pain!"
However, this ability isn't as useless as I imagined. At least it allows me to transmit my own pain to others, making them empathize with me. Given the suffering I've endured, I can maximize the effectiveness of this ability.
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiu instantly understood that Ma Xingbang had simply copied his abilities, not his suffering.
In other words, Ma Xingbang's ability to exert pain can only transmit the pain he has suffered in the past.
“Fang Xiu, now that things have come to this, what excuses do you have? You clearly don’t have the ability to foresee the future, yet you lie and claim that you can. So how did you manage to get out of Qingshan Mental Hospital alive?” Ma Xingbang stared coldly at Fang Xiu, his face filled with the confidence of having the victory in his grasp.
"If any of you question my abilities, feel free to call headquarters to verify. Headquarters has my file."
Fang Xiu, all your miraculous feats, including your meritorious service, are based on your ability to foresee the future. But if your foresight is false, then everything you have done is false!
I have a better explanation for your miraculous performance: the reason you were able to escape Qingshan Mental Hospital alive is because you're a member of the Poker Organization! Qingshan Mental Hospital is inextricably linked to you.
You did this to attract the attention of the Investigation Bureau and get yourself a job there. I heard you even called ahead to have Yang Ming rescue Bai Qi from the Ace of Spades. Hah, that didn't even require foresight, since the assassination was all your doing.
As for the Nightmare incident, it's even more so. The Nightmare is in cahoots with you, so you naturally know all its abilities, including various information in the Ghost Realm, thus demonstrating your foresight!
If I'm not mistaken, your purpose in doing this is to attract the attention of headquarters, thereby infiltrating headquarters, becoming a spy, and carrying out some kind of nefarious secret!
Fang Xiu, am I right or not?
Upon hearing this conclusion, everyone's gaze towards Fang Xiu became filled with astonishment and uncertainty, because they could never have imagined that Fang Xiu's ability to foresee the future was actually fake; it was simply a fantasy.
Fang Xiu looked at everyone calmly and said slowly, "Pain is indeed my ability."
Upon hearing Fang Xiu's admission, Yang Ming and the others immediately became serious, while Ma Xingbang curled up a cold smile.
But Fang Xiu's next sentence made Ma Xingbang's smile pause slightly.
"one."
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