Chapter Fifty-Eight: Impressive Abilities

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Quite Capable, But My Waist Still Hurts

About half an hour later, an Audi A8 pulled up in front of Qin Jing’s shop. Wan Anxian, clad in a wool overcoat, stepped out. He was around fifty, looking spirited and energetic. As he got out, he glanced around in confusion—was this really the location the Shadow Association had chosen for their branch?

Wan Anxian knew a thing or two about the extraordinary world. As the former richest man in Lenghai, his ability to keep up with new trends far surpassed that of ordinary people. In fact, several months ago, he had already established contacts with the Shadow Association, even leveraging their power to close a few lucrative deals. It was from that moment that Wan Anxian realized: no matter how much wealth one possessed, it was worthless in the face of the abilities he’d only ever read about in novels or seen in films. And so, in his fifties, he changed his life’s ambition—from amassing more fortune, to becoming an extraordinary himself.

“Old Wan, did you bring the money?”

Tang Peng had appeared beside the car at some point.

“Yes, five million, packed full in the trunk.”

Wan Anxian spoke as he popped open the trunk of the A8, revealing stacks of red bills inside.

A flash of joy crossed Tang Peng’s eyes. With this money, he should be able to escape tonight’s nightmare!

“Leave the car here. You can go now.”

Seeing Wan Anxian hesitate, Tang Peng explained, “This money isn’t mine. I need to deliver it later. I’ll return your car afterwards. Also, you’ve contributed to establishing the branch. Once this is done, I promise you—when the branch is founded, I’ll help you choose the most suitable cultivation method for you.”

Hearing this promise, Wan Anxian finally relaxed. He nodded eagerly and left without another word.

Tang Peng, delighted with the cash, didn’t bother checking if Wan Anxian had left. He went straight to the shop door and said carefully, “Mr. Qin, I’ve brought the money.”

The small door opened, and Qin Jing sat just inside, one leg crossed over the other, giving orders lazily, “Move the money inside the shop, then you can take your things and leave.”

“Alright, alright.” Tang Peng responded quickly and busied himself.

Lu Man was about to help when Qin Jing stopped her. He picked a stack from the pile of fresh bills Tang Peng had moved in and said, “These won’t do—they’re new bills from 2018.”

“What?” Lu Man was stunned. Neither of them had taken Qin Jing’s “condition” seriously—it was all money, wasn’t it? Weren’t new bills better than old bills? Besides, these weren’t withdrawn from the bank; much of it was visibly used cash. It wouldn’t have been hard to gloss things over.

Qin Jing snorted coldly at her reaction, displeased. “Lu Man, haven’t I already been lenient enough with you two?”

“Of course, of course. We’re very grateful you’re willing to let us go,” Lu Man replied, shivering as she remembered—they were still at his mercy.

“Mr. Qin, don’t worry. I’ll take out the new bills and replace them with old ones for you,” she promised.

Qin Jing’s expression softened—if they had to replace the new bills with old ones, it meant they’d have to pay out of their own pockets.

Tang Peng, after all, was an extraordinary. Carrying five million in cash took him little time. Following Lu Man’s instructions, the two picked out nearly one million in new bills from the pile.

“Mr. Qin, how about you keep this money for now? We’ll bring the old bills tomorrow,” Lu Man suggested carefully.

Qin Jing didn’t truly care about the new bills. True, they couldn’t be exchanged directly for g-points, but the g-points generated in the transaction wouldn’t be any less. When he’d bought the Raptor F650, he’d paid entirely in old bills. What really mattered to him was teaching the two a lesson they wouldn’t forget.

He glanced at Lu Man with a half-smile and nodded. “Very well, I won’t make things difficult. Tang Peng stays to help me count the money; you may leave. But you must bring the remaining million in old bills by noon tomorrow—or face the consequences.”

With that, Qin Jing departed. It was already three in the morning, and he needed his rest. As for Tang Peng, with two alchemical puppets watching him, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Lu Man managed a wry smile, nodded at Tang Peng, and tried to soothe him. “Don’t worry, Peng. I still have over a million in my account. I’ll exchange it for old bills tomorrow and come get you out.”

Tang Peng was left in the shop, utterly miserable. As Lu Man left, one of the alchemical puppets waved its hand, the shop door closed, and Tang Peng was left alone, facing a mountain of cash and two emotionless, lifeless puppets…

Returning to his warm bed next door, Qin Jing found Susan already fast asleep. Yet—

This woman was no less restless in her sleep. Her flawless, long legs stretched right out from under the covers, with only the bare minimum modestly concealed. How utterly maddening!

Qin Jing pinched his nose. Sometimes, clothes were more seductive than none at all.

Even so, he didn’t disturb Susan further. He nestled beside her, mindlessly circulating the Six Strategies cultivation method, and before he knew it, slipped into dreamland.

He awoke the next morning at eight. Susan was already up, fully dressed, and setting a tray on the table. She gave him a bright smile. “Good morning, Jing.”

The name instantly brought back memories of last night’s wildness, and the blanket immediately rose into a conspicuous peak.

Such incidents had been common when Qin Jing lived with Chen Hua, so he wasn’t the least embarrassed. Instead, he climbed out from under the covers, pulled on his clothes, and came up behind Susan, giving her a playful smack. “Life’s good with a woman to take care of me. What did you buy?”

“Millet porridge and soy milk from the alley, with a few small dishes and buns.”

It was all simple, homely fare, but Qin Jing ate with great pleasure—especially with Susan beside him, serving tea and tending to him so attentively. The feeling was blissful.

“No need to go back to work anymore. From now on, just stay here with me. Tell Hathaway if she asks—say it’s my decision.”

After breakfast, Qin Jing gave these instructions to Susan.

Her eyes lit up. “Can I tell Hathaway about us?”

Faced with the eager anticipation in this career woman’s eyes, Qin Jing nodded casually, “Sure, just tell her you’re my kept woman.”

“Oh, stop it! Who’s your kept woman? I’m very capable, you know.” Susan gave him a playful slap.

“You are, indeed,” Qin Jing replied with deep conviction. “Last night, you squeezed my waist so hard it still aches.”

Susan’s clean, beautiful face instantly flushed bright red.