World’s Best Martial Artist

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Unit 201.

In the living room.

Panic washed over Fang Ping at the sight of a tied-up Huang Bin. He berated himself for doing so, for acting a little too impulsive.

He had expected that this guy was a martial artist, but he did not expect that they were that strong.

Sun City was only a stepping stone in Fang Ping’s eyes.

Even Wang Jinyang was highly respected, even in his current status as a martial arts university student. After all, martial artists were rare.

That was why Fang Ping had concluded that the man upstairs would not be that strong, even if he was a martial artist.

How strong could low-ranked martial artists be, when they had just barely grown out of mediocrity?

A drug administered ten times the recommended dose would easily immobilize the other party, he had thought.

The results he got were severely unexpected.

Fang Ping felt that he had lucked out when he chose not to stay and opted to leave and wait outside instead.

Or else he would have ended up worse because Huang Bin would have had more energy reserves left when he had first ingested the drug.

Fang Ping sat on the floor, deep in thought about such issues. He started to look around the room, searching for anything he might need.

He was not sure if he could find proof of his criminal actions, because the other had just moved in, but he had to look for a way to disassociate himself from this.

He considered fabricating a story to incriminate the man with in the case where he failed to discover anything.

Modern society was different from the past. In the past, no one would care if he murdered someone and thrown the dead body into a valley full of carcasses.

Now, an investigation was mandatory in the case of murder.

As for how he would go about escaping charges… Fang Ping was considering crying some crocodile tears.

No one would believe that he would defeat a martial artist easily. They would be even more skeptical to believe that he, a high school student, would scheme against a martial artist like he had nothing better to do.

Fang Ping put those thoughts aside and started his search.

…

Ten minutes later, Fang Ping walked into the living room with a big package in hand.

Huang Bin had brought practically no possessions with him when he had moved in. There was only an extra set of clothes beside his toiletries.

At last, Fang Ping had managed to find this package near the balcony.

It looked like it was the entirety of Huang Bin’s earthly possessions.

After staring at it for a while, deep in thought, Fang Ping finally opened the package.

Fang Ping’s pupils dilated when he saw the contents of the package.

A military-issued triangular bayonet, nearly 40cm long, was the first thing he saw.

“Is he from the military?”

Fang Ping swallowed, but then he shook his head immediately after, dismissing his own thoughts. Although the triangular bayonet was technically a military-assigned weapon, lots of people outside started to sell it as the military was becoming obsolete.

People who equipped this weapon were rarely from the Army.

Exhaling in relief, Fang Ping took the weapon into his hands and scrutinized it meticulously.

He noted that there were bloodstains that had not dried. At that, he could not help turning his gaze towards the burrito-wrapped Huang Bin.

This man might have committed murder before!

This weapon had blood in it even otherwise.

He put the weapon somewhere else very far from Huang Bin, as he dared not let Huang Bin have any chance of touching it.

After that, Fang Ping saw those red notes in the bag’s depths.

Piles and piles of paper notes. Some were stuffed hastily into the bag by the looks of them. Some were loose and unbound.

Fang Ping took the notes out and counted them. There were 20 stacks of them, adding up to ⅕ million in total.

Those miscellaneous notes Fang Ping did not count in detail. They added up to an amount of less than ten thousand yuan.

People who lugged so much cash around on a daily basis were rare.

They rarely brought large amounts of cash when they went out. The tenant Huang Bin, for example.

Fang Ping had completely dismissed the possibility that the other was from the military, or from the government.

No governmental officer would bring so much cash while doing surveillance.

“Is he a solo traveler? An escaped convict?”

Those were Fang Ping’s first guesses.

He deduced those from Huang Bin’s large amounts of cash, plus his daily suspicious actions.

Fang Ping felt that he could finally relax because he knew that Huang Bin was not necessarily an innocent person.

…

A few minutes later, everything in the package was arranged in front of Fang Ping.

A military-issued triangular bayonet.

About 210000 yuan in cash.

A set of clothes.

Some bottles and jars, six in total.

There were three that had a company’s logo on it. They did not look that much different from normal medicine, with its name on the label.

Two bottles were Blood and Qi-replenishing Pills while one was filled with Vitality Pills.

The bottles were labeled with its manufacturing date, the company overseeing the production, and the location of production. It looked like everything was legitimate medicine.

Fang Ping counted the Blood and Qi-replenishing Pills. There were 18 pills in total when the two bottles were combined.

The pills were sold in 10-pill bottles. The number of pills currently indicated that Huang Bin had eaten two.

There were 8 Vitality Pills left in the bottle, which meant that Huang Bin had eaten 2 of them too.

Fang Ping felt his breath stop. He had heard of the names of both pills from Wu Zhihao.

Legitimate pharmacies sold the pills at thirty thousand and a hundred thousand yuan each respectively.

To Wu Zhihao and the others, their biggest boost was the single Vitality Pill they would purchase before the Gaokao.

A hundred thousand yuan was no small sum. Even Wu Zhihao’s family would not find it that affordable.

Now?

There were 18 Blood and Qi-replenishing Pills and 8 Vitality Pills in front of him!

All of them, coupled with the cash, added up to a total of 1.5 million!

And that had not factored in the three bottles Fang Ping did not recognize.

Fang Ping opened them to take a look. Their contents were roundish, shaped like a pill. Obviously, they were pills for martial artists too. Something worth mentioning was that all three bottles had no name.

Fang Ping could not guess what kinds of pills they were.

No matter what it was, it would not be cheap.

The pills martial artists needed were expensive.

This claim could be proved by the selling price of the Vitality Pill. These pills were crucial to their final tests as a student. The man sprawled in front of him was an actual martial artist, so he must be taking pills of higher quality and value.

Due to his lack of knowledge and experience, Fang Ping was not able to gauge the value of those items.

Aside from those items stated, the remaining items in the bag were some food and bottles of mineral water.

Six bottles of pills, more than two hundred thousand yuan in cash, a military-issued triangular bayonet…

Those were all Fang Ping had found.

Fang Ping could not resist a glance towards Huang Bin the next moment.

He had forgotten to conduct a full-body check before he had tied him up. From the contents of his bag, in which food and water were included, there was a high possibility that he was getting ready to make a run for it.

People like him would not normally put his most prized possessions into his bag.

Losing their bags was always possible, and that was why one should store their prized possessions on their person if it was not big in size.

Fang Ping suspected that the man hid something on his body.

The man was wrapped in several layers, though, and Fang Ping dared not release him just to search his body.

He turned his gaze back onto the items laid in front of him. Fang Ping’s brow furrowed. He had the cash in his hand, but his Wealth did not increase according.

According to normal reasoning, pills should be of value too, but his Wealth did not increase either.

This meant that those items did not belong to Fang Ping yet, according to the system’s evaluation.

Fang Ping concluded after some thought that they still belonged to Huang Bin.

Huang Bin was not dead yet, and he had not verbally agreed to give his possessions to Fang Ping, so naturally, they still belonged to him. Fang Ping’s Wealth would not increase even though he had gotten his hands on them.

Some thoughts appeared in Fang Ping’s head. Huang Bin was in his control. If he had eaten the pills, then they would be considered as his.

The system had not increased his Wealth, though. This meant that money did not always equate Wealth.

Or could it be that the system did not support such underhanded actions?

Fang Ping found it difficult to make an inference. He shook his head and pushed those issues aside for the time being.

The main concern was not about Wealth. It was about Huang Bin.

He had only found those possessions. Although the weapon and the money should be substantial proof that Huang Bin was up to no good, there was no direct proof of his criminality.

Also, how should he deal with those possessions, valued at over a million?

Should he hand them in along with their owner when the police arrived?

Fang Ping was a little reluctant to do so, to the extent of considering taking some for himself. He had risked his life in this endeavor, after all.

Despite that claim, nothing had happened to him aside from the slight injury on the area between his thumb and forefinger.

…

A few minutes later, Fang Ping stuffed the items into the bag and turned his gaze on Huang Bin.

After staring at him for a while, Fang Ping said, all of a sudden, “Martial artists are truly formidable! Even though you’ve taken such a huge dose and were beaten until this state, you’ve still managed to regain consciousness in such a short time!”

Huang Bin did not move.

Fang Ping sneered. He said, “You think I’m what, three? When you had passed out, your breathing was arrhythmic and your body was twitching.

“Now you’re not moving at all, as if you’re a dead man.

“You’re either truly dead or had woken up.

“Do you know what the idiom “stealing a bell with clogged ears” means?

“I wouldn’t have noticed if you haven’t regulated your breathing. Your breathing was so loud just now, but it’s all quiet now. Do you think that my ears don’t work?”

The two of them were the only people in the small living room.

Huang Bin’s breathing was loud in the otherwise silent room, especially when his mouth was taped shut.

The sound was gone all of a sudden. Fang Ping sensed the sudden absence, naturally; he was not deaf.

Huang Bin had regulated his breathing, probably due to an ignorance of how he seemed to an outsider during his unconscious state, but it turned out to be his biggest flaw.

After Fang Ping’s words, Huang Bin, whose eyes were shut, opened his eyes.

He scanned the area visible to him. Fang Ping was the only one there, which relieved him.

It was way better than what he had expected!

He had assumed that he would wake up in the Department of Investigation Services and that the person in front of him would be that obese guy from the Department.

Fang Ping was the only other person present. This was the best outcome he had predicted.

If he had been brought to the Department, he would not be able to escape even in his fresh state.

Now it was possible.

His head still throbbed a lot, and he was wrapped up in countless layers that even he could not break out from.

Solution upon solution turned around in his head. Huang Bin glanced towards Fang Ping, his eyes moving fast.

He could not open his mouth and speak in his current state.

Fang Ping was suspicious. He took out the knife from the bag and asked, a distance away from Huang Bin, “You wanna talk?”

“…”

“I don’t want to give you a chance. Dangerous criminals like you should be handled by the police, I think.”

“Gurgle…”

Huang Bin struggled in his layers. His head moved, and he pointed his chin towards the bag in front of Fang Ping.

He had assumed that it was not opened, seeing that it looked untouched.

Inside it was a considerable amount of cash and some pills that would be of use to the kid. Huang Bin felt that a common kid like Fang Ping would definitely be swayed by them.

He was confident that he could escape, if only he had the chance to speak.

Although the bastard in front of him was crafty, he was merely a kid. Huang Bin had only fallen for his tricks because he did not suspect him. Now that his defenses were up, he did not think that an unknowledgeable kid could really stand against his advances.