Alexander was practically losing his mind.
Couldn’t he just die in peace?
Who asked for your bloody sympathy?
Survive a great ordeal, gain great fortune?
All he knew was that if he got out alive, life would be worse than death.
Feeling Alexander’s struggles, Jiangnan sneered.
So calm about dying despite such injuries?
Definitely not an ordinary person.
Recalling what he’d seen earlier.
This guy’s identity was becoming clear.
Want to die? Not on my watch.
“Let me die. I’m begging you,” Alexander was nearly in tears.
Jiangnan, “No way. Life is precious.”
“Let me die, I’ll give you money.”
“How much?”
Alexander: …
Didn’t you just say life was priceless, beyond money?
Now you’re asking for a price?
[Resentment Points from Alexander Joyekovsky +666.]
“It’s in my pocket…”
Jiangnan tossed him to the ground, rummaging through his clothes.
“Oi. Easy.”
“Ah. Don’t touch my arm.”
“Ow. That hurts.”
“It’s in my left trouser pocket.”
Jiangnan pulled out a handgun, three passports, a phone, and two hundred fifty yuan.
He smirked, “Your life’s pretty cheap, eh? Just 250?”
“Phone password? Got money in WeChat? Alipay?”
“This belt looks nice.”
Alexander’s eyes widened, “You bloody…”
Jiangnan slapped him, knocking out half his teeth.
Alexander: ???
“I’m saving your life, and you’re swearing at me?”
[Resentment Points from Alexander +1000.]
Jiangnan grinned, grabbed his belt, and teleported out, dropping him on the ground.
Seeing Jiangnan drag out a bloodied foreign man, everyone froze.
Jiangnan called to the guard, “This guy’s Alexander something-or-other-ski. The one you’re after, yeah?”
The guard’s eyes widened. That’s the guy from the wanted list.
A group rushed forward, guns pressed to Alexander’s head.
Alexander, like a rabid dog, shouted, “Shoot. Bloody shoot.”
Jiangnan crouched, slapped him again, knocking him out cold.
The sudden crack startled the crowd.
Bloody hell?
That fierce?
Everyone stared at Jiangnan.
He grinned, “This guy’s hell-bent on dying. Don’t kill him. Probably has some important intel.”
The guard gave a wry smile, “Your slap nearly did him in.”
“Russian, Gold-level spiritual warrior. He’s done some nasty stuff. Thanks to you, mate. Well done.”
Jiangnan shot up, guilt flashing across his face.
Bloody hell?
Gold-level?
Good thing he was crippled, or just now…
Jiangnan swallowed hard, recalling the scene.
A Gold-level warrior beaten to a pulp? How fierce was that woman who jumped from the sixth floor?
The guards hauled Alexander into the vehicle.
Jiangnan stood, and the rescued crowd came to thank him. A little girl even gave him flowers.
Jiangnan scratched his head, a bit shy, feeling embarrassed.
Firefighters in the distance gave him thumbs-ups, and the crowd burst into enthusiastic applause.
Turning around, Hu Shuo and his camera crew swarmed him.
In his excitement, Hu Shuo nearly shoved the mic in Jiangnan’s mouth.
Jiangnan: …
Hu Shuo, apologetic, “Sorry. Sorry.”
“You rushed in fearlessly to save people. What were you thinking? Were you scared at all?”
Jiangnan blinked, “Live broadcast?”
Hu Shuo smiled, “Live.”
“Everyone can see?”
“Yep. News channel, real-time.”
Jiangnan wiped his face.
Cleared his throat.
And said solemnly, “Jiangnan Night Market, socks, shorts, hair ties, clips, dirt cheap. Ten yuan for two.”
“And Farmer’s Three Springs…”
Hu Shuo’s mind blanked.
What? No heartfelt speech?
This is an interview.
Why’s he suddenly advertising?
So dedicated?
Too down-to-earth, mate.
“Cut. Cut to the studio.”
[Resentment Points from Hu Shuo +888.]
[Resentment Points from Xia Yao +666.]
[Resentment Points from Zhong Yingxue +333.]
…
The resentment points list went wild.
Jiangnan was thrilled.
Advertised and earned resentment points.
Fame and fortune, baby.
The crowd roared with laughter.
At home, watching the interview, Tang Qianya spat her soda all over her brother.
Hu Shuo, wryly, “Name. You can give your name, right?”
Jiangnan, “I’m Jiang Goodguy.”
Hu Shuo: ???
That’s a bit half-arsed, no?
Before she could ask more, Jiangnan teleported away.
In the crowd, Xia Yao pounced, hugging Jiangnan, beaming.
“You were so cool. And you saved Little Fish. Amazing. Big reward for you later.”
Jiangnan, serious, “I just want to be your accessory.”
Xia Yao pinched his face, “Dream on.”
Zhong Yingxue poked and prodded him, tickling him.
“Let me check. You hurt? I was so worried.”
Seeing her concern, Jiangnan felt warmed.
Grinning, “Heh, I’m fine.”
Seeing him bouncing around, even advertising, Zhong Yingxue relaxed.
Nearby, the soot-covered Yu Qingqing, with her bun hairstyle, approached, excited, “Thanks for saving me.”
Jiangnan, “Oi, this black lass speaks cracking Chinese.”
Yu Qingqing: ???
She regretted not washing her face.
[Resentment Points from Yu Qingqing +333.]
Xia Yao laughed till tears fell, wiping Yu Qingqing’s face, “She’s Little Fish. Our classmate.”
Jiangnan straightened, “Miss, fancy adding me on WeChat?”
Yu Qingqing blushed.
That direct, eh?
“Sure.”
No way Jiangnan would miss a chance to expand his contacts.
“By the way, Xuexue, any idea who those black-jacket folks were?”
Zhong Yingxue said, “Probably China’s Dark Night Army, spiritual combat unit.”
Jiangnan blinked, “Dark Night Army?”
First he’d heard of it.
Xia Yao, like an expert, said, “China’s got the Dark Night Army and the Dragon Abyss Army. Different roles, but they work together.”
“Made up of spiritual warriors. Dark Night protects the homeland. Dragon Abyss projects our nation’s might.”
“It’s classified, so keep it quiet, yeah?”
Jiangnan smirked, “If it’s a secret, how do you know?”
Zhong Yingxue giggled, “Don’t listen to Xia Yao’s nonsense. They’re ‘secret’ units, but practically everyone knows.”
