Free Web NovelChapter 101: Chapter 101: Break an Arm, Be More Polite
Xiong Jie drove past with a roar, not bothering to stop.
"They must have been stopped and schemed against for that artifact. We don’t need to stick around for that kind of excitement," he said.
"What if they clarify, won’t we be exposed?" Jiang Che asked doubtfully.
"They won’t clarify. Even if they suspect the item is with you, they might try to curry favor with you to gain a favor. Besides, these people are too audacious, aren’t they? This squad is not just any squad; it includes the daughter of the Flying Tiger Organization’s leader. How can they be so disrespectful?" Xiong Jie snorted.
"Uncle Xiong really is a sly old fox. No wonder my parents told me to learn from you." Jiang Che nodded thoughtfully.
He had only been with Xiong Jie for a short while today, but he had learned a lot.
Both his parents and Ning had told him that Xiong Jie was incredibly shrewd, and advised Jiang Che to follow and learn from him.
The term "wily old fox" seemed to be a compliment, right?
His family were evil spirits, and Uncle Xiong was a shrewd human.
The spirit among the evils, and the essence among humans.
The cartoons they watched in the asylum mostly featured fairies.
Perhaps only a clever human could better associate with evil spirits.
Jiang Che clenched his fists secretly, accepting with equanimity that his family were evil spirits.
He didn’t see any problem with it; after all, Uncle Xiong never suggested it was an issue.
He himself would also become a capable, shrewd human!
The shrewd human...
Seeing Jiang Che’s look of approval, Xiong Jie’s mouth twitched. Although it was praise, Jiang Che had no other intentions, but why did it sound so awkward?
"In the future, if you want to praise someone, don’t be so direct," Xiong Jie sighed.
"It sounds a bit odd like this."
"Let’s call it having measured actions with wisdom, knowing how to appoint the right people," Xiong Jie said, raising an eyebrow. He was now sure that Jiang Che had no common sense.
Right now, he really seemed like a naïve little rabbit.
"Che, as humans, we don’t distinguish between good or evil," Xiong Jie said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Jiang Che. He realized that in Jiang Che’s future development, if anyone could influence his perception, it would be himself.
He had no malicious intent; he just wanted to survive.
And Jiang Che was the only one he knew who, like him, walked the line between two factions.
He couldn’t change fate with his abilities, so he could only place his hopes on Jiang Che.
Only if Jiang Che became a towering force could he find refuge under Jiang Che’s protection.
Evil spirits are seen as evil, humans as good.
This was a viewpoint Jiang Che would encounter for a long time. What he needed to tell him now was that the two of them didn’t differentiate between right and wrong.
Jiang Che listened attentively, focusing intently.
"We don’t distinguish between right and wrong, both righteous and evil."
"But we do not harm, only seek self-preservation."
"Above the baseline, we talk and laugh; below it, we act decisively, without mercy."
Xiong Jie unreservedly imparted his thoughts.
Jiang Che listened intently, thinking as he absorbed the words.
As the conversation became animated, Xiong Jie couldn’t help but chuckle, "If only this world allowed humans and evil spirits to coexist naturally, we wouldn’t have to struggle so much."
He and Jiang Che belonged to the same side, so he could only share these thoughts with Jiang Che.
"Uncle, don’t worry, I will definitely create such a world."
"Really, kid talk," Xiong Jie shook his head.
It’s simply impossible. This world is destined for life-and-death struggles.
Jiang Che and Xiong Jie drove along the main road, while Flying Tiger took a deep breath, not expecting a call from Xiong Jie and Jiang Che inquiring about the supernatural intruding into reality, but attracting the entanglement of a group of people.
Initially, Flying Tiger had wanted to catch up to Jiang Che’s car but was stopped by this group of people.
"Is this how the Flying Tiger Organization works? Bullying with power!" The noisy chatter beside her continued, and Flying Tiger had already understood their purpose.
Apparently, it was because the artifacts left at the asylum had disappeared, taken by someone unknown.
Since they hadn’t searched Jiang Che and the others, perhaps they had searched but found nothing, so they came after them instead.
"Haven’t you considered there might be others?" Flying Tiger was about to burst from anger.
"Who else but you?"
"No wonder you boasted so fiercely on the phone, claiming the capable would claim it, but now that we confronted you, you don’t dare admit it?"
"Did you think we wouldn’t come looking?"
...
Hearing the words surrounding her, Flying Tiger was about to explode.
Before they arrived at the asylum, it had been a Land of No Master; no one was surprised by anyone showing up.
Someone taking advantage of their interview with Jiang Che to stealthily cart off the artifacts was also not a surprise.
But this group clung to them, demanding the artifacts.
Whoosh——
Flying Tiger exhaled heavily, they certainly emphasized people-oriented principles.
Prioritizing the Survivor.
But that wasn’t a reason for this unreasonable disturbance; they couldn’t come here causing trouble under the guise of the Flying Tiger Organization’s Survivor-focused ideals.
"Teach them a lesson, break an arm, and be polite about it," Flying Tiger said as she turned towards the car.
"Yes, Miss!" Fanben took a deep breath; he was the strongest among them.
He had been tolerating this group of idiots for too long.
No wonder they couldn’t find the artifacts; no wonder life kept screwing them over, were idiots considered such because they’re forced to be?
Now, he only hoped to perform well and regain his position as squad leader upon return.
The position of a squad leader in the Flying Tiger Organization was quite desirable, offering more resources and everything.
"Ladies and gentlemen, break your own arm. It will hurt less if I do it," Fanben said, standing in front of them, while the other members of the Flying Tiger Squad had already gotten into the car.
"You Flying Tiger people bully others too much!" The leader of the group was already panicking; they had only intended to get an explanation, not anticipating this outcome.
"Idiots." Fanben showed no restraint.
"Knowing full well the stronger can bully you, yet you dared to come causing trouble?" he sneered.
If it were him, being bullied by someone stronger, being able to swallow that loss and stay alive would already be satisfactory. Who would dare come demanding explanations?
"Don’t even say we didn’t take it; even if we did..." Flying Tiger hesitated for a moment, "what’s wrong with not giving it to you?"
"Coming for an explanation and not bringing a stronger representative?"
"Those artifacts, once someone’s dead, they become unclaimed."
"You claim it’s your family’s, so it’s yours?"
"I could just take two photos, forge some certificates, and say it’s mine."
Fanben coldly eyed the group, seeing them hesitate, he swiftly darted forward to the front of their leader.
A crisp crack rang out, and the leader’s arm was severed at the root.
"I told you, do it yourself; it’s more painful if I do it."
