Chapter 93: Threat

Chapter 93: Threat

Several employees who had been about to enter the room immediately retreated in fear upon hearing the commotion, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.

Huang’s face turned deathly pale.

A Martial Artist was no ordinary person. The more one knew about them, the more terrifying they became.

Their official positions might not be high, and their personal authority might not be vast, but their status was exalted, enjoying preferential treatment from the state. No one would offend a Martial Artist without good reason. Even in cases of criminal acts committed by some Martial Artists, as long as the offenses weren’t too egregious, authorities often turned a blind eye and didn’t investigate thoroughly.

Huang forced a smile uglier than a grimace and stammered, "Little brother, this is all a misunderstanding! My eyes must be blind—I failed to recognize a true master!"

"What about the money?"

"It’ll be paid immediately, absolutely!" Huang’s forehead dripped with cold sweat as he spoke with conviction. Who would dare embezzle a Martial Artist’s money? That would be like courting death.

"Then let’s go to your office?"

"Yes, yes, of course!"

Chen Shouyi grabbed Huang by the collar and dragged him out of the living room. His cold gaze swept across the employees, who all averted their eyes, pretending to be engrossed in their work while trembling in fear.

With a disdainful snort, Chen Shouyi strode into the general manager’s office and unceremoniously tossed Huang aside.

Jiang Fen followed silently behind, her expression unreadable, and entered the office as well.

Huang scrambled up from the floor in disarray and took his seat. His hands shook as he pulled up the financial records on his computer, forcing another smile. "The total amount is 3.83 million yuan. Sister Jiang, could you confirm if this is correct?"

Jiang Fen quickly calculated in her head and nodded. "That’s the amount."

"Good, good! I’ll transfer it to you right away."

"Wait!" Chen Shouyi interrupted. "What about the interest?"

"Ah, right! How could I forget—the interest!" Huang let out an awkward laugh, wiping the sweat from his brow before hastily punching numbers into a calculator. "It comes to 4.113 million. Let’s round it up—I’ll transfer 4.2 million. Does that sound right?"

Chen Shouyi didn’t bother questioning why 4.113 million had been rounded up to 4.2 million.

...

The transfer wouldn’t be processed immediately, so Chen Shouyi remained in the office to keep watch.

Huang sat rigidly in his chair, too nervous to even breathe loudly. The entire company was eerily silent.

Only after an hour, when a bank inquiry confirmed the funds had arrived, did Chen Shouyi finally stand up and leave the company with Jiang Fen.

...

On the way back, Jiang Fen sighed. "You never truly know a person’s heart. Who would’ve thought he’d be so shameless? He clearly had the money but refused to pay. We almost lost it for good."

"Good thing I saw through him," Chen Shouyi said smugly.

"Good thing? More like reckless! I’m starting to realize you’re getting more and more violent. Couldn’t you have just talked it out properly instead of acting like you were about to kill someone?" Jiang Fen glared at him. The loud crash earlier had scared her half to death, and even now, her heart was still pounding at the memory.

Her son used to be so well-behaved, but lately, he’d become more and more troublesome.

...

Afterward, the two of them visited a real estate agency to list their old house for sale.

Currently, housing prices in Dongning City have plummeted to rock bottom. What used to cost eight or nine thousand, even ten thousand per square meter, has now dropped to just three or four thousand—and the decline continues.

Chen Shouyi’s family home is in a prime location, a street-facing commercial property with a floor area of 230 square meters and a small courtyard of 50 to 60 square meters. In the past, it could easily fetch four million, with buyers scrambling for it. But now, to sell it quickly, they’ve listed it at a mere 1.2 million.

On the way back, Jiang Fen kept sighing repeatedly. Perhaps it wasn’t just the financial loss that pained her, but also the emotional attachment she couldn’t let go of.

…

That evening, while eating at a small restaurant outside, Chen Dawei suddenly suggested, "Why don’t we invite Big Brother and his wife out for a meal tomorrow?"

He was referring to Chen Shouyi’s uncle’s family.

"No, let’s wait until Dongning stabilizes. Besides, Yuting is attending university in Hedong—it’ll be easier to contact her then," Jiang Fen said cautiously.

Chen Dawei sighed but ultimately said nothing more.

…

Memory Space.

Chen Shouyi immersed his Mind Spirit into Director Fang, carefully observing every movement within his body.

His heartbeat was powerful, his muscles brimming with explosive strength.

What an incredible physique!

His muscles worked in perfect harmony, like a precise and agile machine—no wasted energy, no delay. Every command was flawlessly executed, every motion exuding a sense of streamlined coordination.

This was the strongest human Chen Shouyi had ever seen.

He estimated that Director Fang’s Strength was about 1.5 to 1.6 times his own, nearly 500 to 600 kilograms—roughly equivalent to an attribute value of 14.5.

Unfortunately, without memories of the man in combat, it was hard to gauge his reaction speed.

After all, this was just a memory. His Mind Spirit couldn’t control this body.

But even this terrifying Strength alone was enough to crush any Martial Artist.

Is this what a Great Martial Artist is like?

Facing such an existence, Chen Shouyi felt he might not even withstand a single move.

…

He withdrew from the Memory Space and had just opened his eyes when a tiny figure leaped through the air in front of him. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed it.

A sharp scream followed instantly.

"Let me go, you damned Giant! You’re hurting me!"

Chen Shouyi looked closely and was startled to realize it was Shell Woman. He quickly released her and checked carefully—thankfully, she wasn’t crushed.

"What were you jumping around for?" he snapped.

If he had exerted even a little more force, Shell Woman would’ve been squashed instantly.

Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain. "I just wanted to see if I could fly!"

"And can you?"

"No!" Shell Woman shook her head dejectedly. The squeeze seemed to have made her unusually sentimental, her voice trembling. "I’ve forgotten how to fly."

"You definitely still can—just not here," Chen Shouyi reassured her.

"I want to go back to my old place! This place is terrible!" Shell Woman wailed, tears now streaming down her face.

Unable to watch TV and cooped up in the briefcase every day, she was clearly suffering.

"In the past, there was no Bei Qi. Don’t you want to see the Bei Qi?" Chen Shouyi tempted.

"You won’t show me!" Shell Woman’s expression shifted, and she quickly wiped her tears, her small face brightening. "If you show me now, I won’t go back."

"Wait a few more days!"

"One sunrise and sunset, or one sunrise and sunset?"

"At most six days!" Chen Shouyi said after some thought.

In six days, there would be a small Martial Artist meeting hosted by the provincial government. Whether his family’s house sold by then or not, he had to rush to Hedong.

Shell Woman counted on her fingers, then shook her head frantically. "No! No! No!"

"Too many..." Suddenly, she turned her head away. "But if you give me another large gem, I’ll agree. Otherwise, I’m going back."

She gestured with her hands to emphasize how big it had to be.

Damn, is this a threat?