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Lu Fei Fan took a look at the item handed to him. It was a crumpled, worn-out notebook, stained with grease. As he flipped to the first page, he discovered a series of martial arts techniques that resembled a military-style combat system—efficient and practical.
However, Lu Fei Fan could tell that most of the content had been deliberately altered. It lacked the brutal simplicity of the complete Military Combat Technique he had seen from the hero. He could easily memorize the original techniques, so he understood that these modifications were likely made by One-armed to deal with Duan Zhang and his associates.
“Take this back to Duan Zhang and ask him to bring me two bottles of good wine next time,” One-armed instructed before curling up with the mouse in the corner of the room and falling asleep.
Lu Fei Fan tucked the shabby notebook away and left the cell without disturbing anyone further.
Could these combat techniques be what Duan Zhang and One-armed had bet on?
It seemed that this old man had some connection to the military; otherwise, he wouldn’t know about such combat techniques.
When Lu Fei Fan was escorted back to his cell, Duan Zhang and his men quickly surrounded him upon seeing that he had returned safely.
“How did it go?” Duan Zhang asked, frowning. He had managed to gather some information through the guards.
“Luck was on my side; I won a few rounds,” Lu Fei Fan replied casually as he pulled out the tattered combat manual from his clothes and handed it to Duan Zhang. As Duan Zhang opened it and glanced through its contents, his eyelids twitched. This manual held little value for Lu Fei Fan, but for Duan Zhang, it was different. Coming from a common background, he had never encountered such advanced martial arts before. Now that he had won this combat manual from One-armed, he planned to sell it online through connections for a good price. Many novice Fusers would likely pay handsomely for it, allowing him to profit significantly.
After obtaining the manual, Duan Zhang immediately threw an arm around Lu Fei Fan’s shoulder and called him brother. He ordered his subordinates to bring out some roasted chicken and liquor that they had been saving for a celebration. Lu Fei Fan didn’t mind; he enjoyed the food and drink. If he hadn’t won, things would have turned out quite differently. A cold smile crept across Lu Fei Fan’s face as he decided not to expose the truth just yet; it was better to keep fooling these gullible fools for now.
“A Qi Brother, why don’t you tell us how you managed to win against that One-armed Old Man? I spent so much money bribing the guards for access just to play chess with him, yet I’ve never beaten him!” Duan Zhang urged as he signaled his subordinates to set up a chessboard.
After eating and drinking his fill, Lu Fei Fan pretended to stretch his neck and shoulders, feigning exhaustion.
Duan Zhang gestured to two of his subordinates standing behind Lu Fei Fan. They immediately sprang into action with eager expressions, quickly massaging Lu Fei Fan’s shoulders and back until he felt completely relaxed.
Not thinking much of it, Lu Fei Fan quickly set up two boards with leftover positions from his games with the old man for Duan Zhang to examine. Then he returned to his bed for some rest. He slept soundly until night fell, waking up to find everyone in the prison, including Duan Zhang, fast asleep.
Unable to fall back asleep, Lu Fei Fan took out his Superbrain Device. The laws of the Free Federation allowed for such conveniences; even in temporary confinement, one could use virtual equipment like the Superbrain Device to access the internet—as long as one had enough money and connections to bribe prison officials. With some effort, one could turn a prison cell into an environment as comfortable as a five-star hotel.
As soon as he logged online, Lu Fei Fan received messages from A Teng and Niu Dali. A Teng informed him that Hua Feifan's father was doing well in the hospital and mentioned that he often went to take care of his brother and mother. He even talked about how their lawyer was trying to delay the National Summoner Examination for three months. If Lu Fei Fan could become a Fuser, the Free Federation would pardon him for the harm and murder charges. If he failed to become a Fuser, he would likely face several years in prison.
Lu Fei Fan was determined not to choose prison. He either had to pass the examination to become a Fuser, or if he failed, he planned to enlist in the military. If he succeeded in passing the military examination, the police would no longer have jurisdiction over him; only the Military Police could apprehend him.
Niu Dali's message was about the game Virtual Battlefield. Ever since Lu Fei Fan defeated that Fellow who had provoked him, several Special Operations Teams wanted to recruit him, even proposing to merge with his own Special Operations Team. However, Niu Dali had not agreed to this. As for the upcoming Special Operations Team competition in a few weeks, it seemed unlikely that Lu Fei Fan would be able to participate, and he would have to forfeit the millions in prize money.
Nevertheless, with a clear goal in mind, Lu Fei Fan felt confident that he could earn enough money to buy the Jinwu Holy Blood Pill. He began reviewing the Military Combat Techniques left to him by his hero, practicing each move repeatedly in the Virtual Network's training room.
Afterward, a sophisticated and elegant Intelligent finally appeared, albeit late as if it had just hacked into someone’s firewall. This time, it took on the virtual form of a slender woman known as Lady Yu.
“Tsk tsk tsk, our flower has finally started practicing seriously,” it remarked.
“You... this...” Lu Fei Fan's impression of his hero was still stuck on that clumsy, chubby robot. The sudden appearance of Lady Yu made his heart race.
“Oh dear, don’t stare at me like that! If you can beat me, I might consider transforming into your favorite celebrity so we can have some fun together...” The hero's voice dripped with an irritating sweetness that almost made Lu Fei Fan gag. The Lady Yu persona even flirtatiously tossed her hair at him.
“Amitabha, do not look at what is improper; do not approach what is improper...” Lu Fei Fan pretended not to see her antics, too lazy to engage with this increasingly perverse Intelligent.
It seemed that the hero was not willing to let things go easily. Somehow it had learned to enjoy itself and transformed the virtual scene into a beach. Lu Fei Fan was so focused on his practice that he didn’t notice until a muscular man wearing sunglasses interrupted him.
It was obvious that this muscular figure was another manifestation created by the Intelligent; Lu Fei Fan had grown accustomed to such surprises. After pointing out some of Lu Fei Fan’s mistakes in technique, the hero leisurely lay back on the beach while summoning a group of beautiful women around him. As Lu Fei Fan practiced diligently and began sweating profusely, those women occasionally threw flirtatious glances and kisses his way. Caught off guard, he found himself responding in kind.
Seizing the opportunity, the hero used standard combat techniques to give Lu Fei Fan a thorough beating. Of course, while doing so, it adjusted the virtual pain level to about seventy percent of real pain—though still less than actual pain, it was enough for Lu Fei Fan to feel it.
After this incident, Lu Fei Fan focused intently on his training and ignored the hero’s deliberate temptations. This perverse being even had bikini-clad women running around him on the beach and some were even preparing to strip off their clothes and dash into the sea...
There was no way he could continue training under these circumstances...
Lu Fei Fan was at a loss, and in the end, he decided it was best to log off. If he continued practicing like this, he would eventually end up bleeding to death at the hands of the hero. Who knew what twisted scheme that pervert would come up with next to lure him in?
A few days later, as expected, Duan Zhang came again, requesting Lu Fei Fan to continue playing chess with the old man. However, this time Duan Zhang wanted to go with Lu Fei Fan personally.
Under the guidance of the prison guard, they quickly arrived at One-armed's cell.
One-armed glanced at Duan Zhang and simply waved his hand lightly at the two.
"Come in."
Duan Zhang and Lu Fei Fan entered. Lu Fei Fan noticed that Duan Zhang was sitting across from the chessboard, seemingly having waited for a long time, still holding that mouse in his arms, while his mechanical hand occasionally stroked it.
"The game is still unfinished, just like last time," One-armed said, addressing Duan Zhang.
Duan Zhang looked at the unfinished game on the board; victory had yet to be determined. He nodded and sat down beside it, saying to Lu Fei Fan, "You go ahead."
"Since we're here, let's bet a bit more this time," One-armed said to Duan Zhang.
Duan Zhang thought for a moment, then pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and tossed it onto the chessboard. Lu Fei Fan glanced over and couldn't help but be surprised; it was a check from the Free Federation that could be cashed at any branch in the special district, amounting to two hundred thousand!
One-armed didn't even look at the check; he fixed his gaze on Duan Zhang instead. "What do you want to bet this time?"
"Fu Mai Xi Shu!" Duan Zhang said firmly, looking straight at One-armed Old Man, clearly prepared for this moment.
Fu Mai Xi Shu!?
Lu Fei Fan was slightly taken aback; it was his first time hearing this term. He didn't know exactly what it referred to, but judging by Duan Zhang's tone, it must be something of great value. Could it be a special Pulse Breathing Technique related to cultivation?
He turned back to consult the rogue known as Hero in the Virtual Network, realizing that his knowledge about Fusers was still quite limited.
"Alright." One-armed didn't hesitate at all. He took the check from the chessboard and quietly put it away, then looked up at Lu Fei Fan. "Let's begin."
But Lu Fei Fan did not move.
"I can help you with this game, but I have an additional condition," Lu Fei Fan said calmly and composedly.
Duan Zhang glanced at One-armed with a somewhat gloomy expression, feeling that these two might be colluding to deceive him. Moreover, One-armed seemed indifferent to his plight, merely listening with a tacit understanding, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Duan Zhang probably guessed Lu Fei Fan's intention and frowned in contemplation. As long as he could win against One-armed today and obtain the cultivation formula for Fu Mai Xi Shu, there were people outside willing to pay a high price of five million for it. With no turning back now, he had to invest heavily at this moment...
"Fine." He gritted his teeth and asked Lu Fei Fan, "What do you want?"
However, Lu Fei Fan's response took Duan Zhang by surprise. Even One-armed, who was calm and patient across from him, couldn't help but blink at the answer, which was simply two words.
"Take bail."
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