It is light.
However, they didn't get a proper rest in the tent for long.
Jiang Chuan was quickly awakened by something. At first, he thought it was just a habitual awakening and didn't pay much attention to it. He turned over and tried to go back to sleep, but he felt like something was calling to him from the inside.
My already sparse sleepiness vanished completely.
Jiang Chuan stepped out of the tent and drew back the curtains.
The sleepless traveler looked out the window at the dimly lit city lights. He was used to going to bed early, but now he was dreaming and waking up, feeling a psychological time difference with the city.
The location is subject to time zone differences.
Jiang Chuan had a headache.
It's 12:32 AM now. Who's calling him? It doesn't feel like some kind of emotional flutter coming from the real world.
So he was just about to wake the count.
I turned my head and saw this cat happily surfing the internet.
Jiang Chuan was speechless for a moment. Why did he have such a noble and elegant appearance, but his inner self was completely different?
A perfectly healthy cat...
The Earl also noticed Jiang Chuan getting up at night, which was the first time this had happened since they had been living together for so long, so something must have happened.
He sat up straight, casually turned off the tablet, and asked in a professional tone, "What's wrong, Chuanzi?"
Jiang Chuan didn't correct the guy's address. He just touched the slightly glowing lines on his palm, which were a bit blurry. He asked in confusion, "I feel something calling to me?"
"Calling you?" The count pondered for a moment, then looked Jiang Chuan up and scrutinized him again.
Finally, He came to a conclusion that He could not believe.
So... even someone with Jiang Chuan's innate top-tier abilities can evolve?!
When did the magic side become so outrageous?
The count stole a glance at Jiang Chuan and saw that in those dark pupils, the outline of the words had finally begun to peel away from the pattern of the magic circle.
It resembles the Small Seal script, a very ancient script.
The count was unfamiliar with ancient scripts, but he made a mental note of it and planned to look it up when he got back.
However, He didn't explain this to Jiang Chuan in detail, as He felt it might cause unforeseen complications. This human was far more thoughtful than He.
This doesn't count as lying; He simply selectively told only a portion of the truth.
"If someone is calling you, it means they desperately need help. They desperately, desperately need it."
"You're already up, let's go do a good deed." The count tossed aside his tablet, looking refreshed.
I haven't even received my salary yet... How am I going to pay for Xiao Wei's tuition, my wife's medicine, and the rent? I can't rely on my wife alone for everything.
The man weakly took off his helmet and put it aside, finally able to bury his head in the small safe space formed by his knees.
He was very tired.
Who can help him?
Perhaps my low mood triggered some physical reactions.
The man started coughing violently not long after he was buried, his face turning red, coughing so hard he felt dizzy.
He and his coworkers had planned to go and demand their back wages tonight, but the other party used a series of tactics to delay the process.
In the end, they even resorted to a strategy of differentiation.
The man, being less educated, didn't know this was called differentiation. He only knew that the person who owed them money for the project had repaid a portion of them, while the rest were still waiting for who knows how long.
He couldn't bring himself to ask his coworkers for money.
Everyone is broke; the hard-earned money is all for helping their families in times of emergency.
What can we do then?
We still have to wait, but what else can we do? The other party is just dragging their feet and refusing to pay us.
The man had considered seeking help from the law and the police, but he was always stopped and turned away by people who were probably the boss's men.
Intimidation: If you go, you'll be going to court, and courts cost money. If you lose, you won't get your salary. Besides, do you even have the money to hire a lawyer?
Deception: We'll pay you back as soon as we have the money, but right now we really don't have enough liquid funds. You know that if we go bankrupt, you really won't get a single penny back.
Oppression: If you don't go to this construction site, where else can you go? We all know the construction sites around here, we're all friends, so just stay here.
With all three approaches combined, most of the workers chose to swallow their losses and continue using the safest way they could think of to get their money back.
But the other party was completely unresponsive.
Even if a lawsuit does eventually go to court, it will undoubtedly be a long and difficult process.
If only someone could help him right now, if only someone could help him right now, if only...
The man was sitting by the alley, pleading helplessly.
Around this time, the construction site boss came out of the restaurant. He must have had some alcohol, because his speech was somewhat slurred.
Men are the last ones to try and struggle.
He waited until everyone around the boss had left and the boss was waiting for his designated driver before he dared to go up.
"Boss Wei, I really need this salary urgently, I'm short of money at home," the man said tentatively.
Boss Wei turned his head and vaguely saw that it was a familiar face. They were talking about project payments and so on. He was already annoyed, so he just breathed a mouthful of alcohol on them.
The smell of alcohol wafted from his face, and his resistance was very obvious.
The man became somewhat emotionally unstable, his knees trembling slightly as he was about to do something.
A sack fell from the sky and quickly covered Boss Wei from head to toe.
man:?
...or was it a pink burlap sack?
He retreated several steps in a panic, running a distance of about 1.5 meters.
The person who came was Jiang Chuan. He observed for a while and roughly checked the thoughts of both sides. He was very decisive and, without any preparation or strategy, directly put the person in a sack.
Then he got a beating.
For a paper tiger, a direct punch is better than any roundabout strategy.
The movements were swift and sharp, and the strikes were very skillful, avoiding internal organ damage and resulting only in superficial injuries, some of which were compounded during the fight...
Sigh, Jiang Chuan hasn't been able to control his magic power lately, and he might have accidentally added some other elemental power to it.
This isn't some underhanded tactic; Jiang Chuan isn't that kind of person.
He... he's just not very good at self-control.
Boss Wei felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and then fists rained down on him like a storm of fire, making him tremble.
He wanted to shout for help and call the police.
But Jiang Chuan definitely wouldn't give him that chance, so he had already sealed his mouth beforehand, and as for the phone, he pulled it away the moment the sack was put over it.
He gave them a good beating.
Boss Wei was like a delicate flower in a storm, only able to protect his vital parts by instinct.
The man remained standing there, bewildered, staring blankly, without making any other move to hinder Jiang Chuan.
I guess they wanted to wait until the fight had gone down enough before coming in to break it up.
Jiang Chuan questioned him while he was fighting.
He was facing away from the man, and there were some special barriers in place.
There are three people and one cat here, but only Boss Wei can hear Jiang Chuan's question.
Boss Wei was in excruciating pain and had no time to pay attention to what the person beating him was asking. The last thing he remembered was to take off the sack and see what the criminal looked like!
Jiang Chuan wouldn't give him a chance, and he was very patient, asking again and again.
"Should I pay you back?"
"Should I pay you back?"
"Should I pay you back?"
His tone and breathing remained unchanged, as if he wasn't hitting anyone at all, but calmly repeating what he ate today.
His voice has a cool tone and is low, but it is particularly captivating and hard to ignore.
Mr. Wei's head was spinning from the blows. He finally realized he was in deep trouble and hurriedly shouted, "Give me back my money! Give me back my money right away!"
In fact, he had no idea that he owed anyone money.
He was only shouting like that to save his life.
Jiang Chuan pretended not to hear, threw a dozen more punches, then kicked twice, ending this one-sided execution of justice. He didn't forget to leave a caveat, just in case the other party went back on their word.
From Boss Wei's perspective, it was like he had finally endured the beating, and his whole body was still burning with pain.
Suddenly, a demon whispered in my ear.
"Then, you must pay off your debt by tomorrow, or else?" The man's wicked voice paused slightly, "Or else we'll continue tomorrow."
They were quite polite in using the word "please".
After Jiang Chuan finished speaking, he didn't even look back at the man. He simply pulled out the sack and flew away.
I never thought about hiding my whereabouts from beginning to end.
The reason is simple: before rushing up, he asked the count if there were any employee uniforms that could be seen by real people and automatically justified.
The count recommended a camouflage suit to him.
Of course, there was something else the count didn't dare say... If it weren't noticed by ordinary humans, this garment would automatically mimic the surrounding environment.
However, if someone notices it, they will take what they imagine in their mind as what they see—or you could say that the clothes mimic what the person wants to see.
The count didn't lie at all; this was exactly the "automatic rationalization" that Jiang Chuan wanted!
Recalling the man's shocked and incoherent expression, the count felt that the man might have seen some extremely peculiar outfits.
He would never tell Jiang Chuan about this in his lifetime.
Otherwise, conservatively speaking, it wouldn't have been Boss Wei who got beaten up, but Him. Even though Jiang Chuan doesn't seem like the kind of evil person who abuses cats...
On the other hand, this was the first time the Earl had seen Jiang Chuan punish these vicious criminals so directly.
It was incredibly satisfying to beat them up.
He usually handles his side hustles in a roundabout way, using the least noticeable, least error-prone, safest, and most potentially fatal methods.
The fact that Jiang Chuan used the word "most" four times in a row is enough to show his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The Earl wasn't exaggerating at all; is this what morning grumpiness is like for humans?
Jiang Chuan usually appears very gentle and refined, speaks softly and slowly, and uses polite language frequently.
Who knew they'd fight so fiercely?
The person opposite him was the construction site boss, who looked much stronger than Jiang Chuan, and Jiang Chuan couldn't even get a chance to fight back.
Hmm... So this human's combat strength is also so high. Fortunately, I haven't done anything outrageous since I met him.
The count, whose brain was in a self-protective state, automatically forgot what he hadn't dared to tell Jiang Chuan.
The man, who had watched others beat up his boss and stood calmly to the side, finally snapped out of his daze after watching the whole performance.
He recalled the clothes worn by the person who had just appeared.
Although her face was not visible, her entire body was wrapped up.
But—but! But this must be the Ultraman that my son was talking about, right?
So Ultraman is just a documentary? Ultraman actually exists in this world???
Does this world really have light?
The man looked blank and at a loss.
I just don't understand why Ultraman uses a pink burlap sack?
A new catalog of unscrupulous bosses is here!
P.S.: This is purely a male's imagination, based on his own assumptions, since he only knows Ultraman.
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