Logically, the lawyer should have been instantly killed...
But unexpectedly, the lawyer only felt as if he had been bitten by a hound, painful but not lethal.
Even so, the lawyer was still afraid and kept running away.
Suddenly, the lawyer saw everything behind him turn pitch black.
He ran into that darkness and immediately heard laughter from Jiang Yaozu, coming from all directions, as if Jiang Yaozu was everywhere.
Suddenly, a hand covered the lawyer’s mouth.
As expected of a lawyer, he instinctively felt scared, but immediately realized... No, this wasn’t the hand of that freak.
Because it was clean and not drenched by rain.
Yes, this was not Jiang Yaozu’s hand.
But the hand of a Shadow.
In the darkness, the lawyer couldn’t see clearly; he didn’t realize his luck was superb.
Though he encountered a strange incident, he also met the hunter of such incidences - Wen Xishu.
Jiang Yaozu arrived first, but Wen Xishu arrived immediately afterward.
This time, Wen Xishu’s efficiency was even faster than before, leaving the story he created unable to even finish off its first target.
"Jiang Yaozu."
Wen Xishu’s voice appeared in the shadows.
Jiang Yaozu was furious:
"Who are you! Who exactly are you!"
Jiang Yaozu seemingly did not expect Wen Xishu to know his name.
The darkness suddenly dispersed. All the lights in the law office were lit, and the sudden illumination was somewhat glaring.
Jiang Yaozu looked at Wen Xishu’s face, anger mixed with confusion.
As for the lawyer, he was already escorted into the elevator by the Shadow.
This was one of the few times the Shadow felt its master was acting human, after all, Wen Xishu was facing danger directly this time.
Wen Xishu said:
"I am your friend."
Jiang Yaozu coldly laughed:
"Poor bastard! You’re a poor bastard! You’re not worthy to fight me!"
"Miserable pauper, the scum of society, you don’t even count as a degenerate, a bottom feeder!"
Wen Xishu frowned.
It seems the villain he designed truly was nasty enough.
From a young age, buried under enormous feelings of inadequacy, every success he had was compared to someone more successful.
This led him to resent those stronger than him, but sadly he also despised those weaker than him.
Jiang Yaozu said no more, suddenly burst forth, and rushed towards Wen Xishu with an arrow step.
Wen Xishu reacted quickly, sidestepping Jiang Yaozu’s attack and delivering an Ultimate Kick straight to Jiang Yaozu’s head.
But bizarrely, a strange judgment appeared this time.
[Cash insufficient, damage will be scaled down based on cash disparity.]
[Your consumables do not include foreign products, identified as a low-level person, the damage you cause will be drastically reduced, and the damage received will be vastly increased.]
Wen Xishu was speechless.
So, poverty strikes and consumer glory mean this?
No wonder Jiang Yaozu couldn’t instantly kill the lawyer, although the lawyer was somewhat muscular, he should have died when touched by the strange tale.
Wen Xishu found it amusing.
He is from the Bunker, in the Bunker he is rich beyond belief, but here in Jiangcheng, he truly is penniless.
Not to mention any consumables.
People distorted by inferiority always care about what items others use, eager to label their opponent in some way. For instance, categorizing people based on what phone they use with a delusional mindset.
For example, using domestic products doesn’t compare to using foreign goods. These thoughts manifested as a peculiar ability in Jiang Yaozu.
If he were to meet some top tycoon, even though he resents the rich, Jiang Yaozu would likely flatter them due to his inferiority complex.
He might even be unable to inflict any harm due to the financial gap.
"It doesn’t hurt! It doesn’t hurt at all! Hehehehehe! It doesn’t hurt at all! You’re a pauper, a bottom feeder!"
Like a person dissatisfied seeing someone even more dissatisfied, suddenly finding confidence in themselves.
Wen Xishu looked at him like this, really wanting to kill him.
But such act would only herald a meaningless start to a new cycle.
In the mockery, Jiang Yaozu finally found a bit of self-worth, as if in doing so, he isn’t a failure in his parents’ eyes.
He jumped up and down, crawled, attacking Wen Xishu with various bizarre forms.
Wen Xishu kept dodging.
Although there was a financial suppression and suppression through consumables, these were force suppressions, in terms of speed, Wen Xishu, mastering the Ultimate Kick, was too fast for Jiang Yaozu to handle.
"Damn low-level people! Damn societal scum!"
He started getting anxious, attacking while spewing foul language.
But he simply couldn’t touch Wen Xishu.
Wen Xishu wasn’t fazed by the words, instead looking at him with pity, a gaze as if watching an idiot.
This undoubtedly touched Jiang Yaozu’s sensitive and fragile heart, making him increasingly exasperated.
The night deepened, the rain grew heavier.
Midnight arrived.
Soon, Wen Xishu sensed a familiar presence.
It was Tang Rui’s presence.
Just then, Wen Xishu suddenly halted:
"In your lifetime, has no one ever praised that you are truly outstanding?"
"Not because of what phone you use, not because of your wealth, just simply acknowledging your progress, recognizing your efforts, never happened?"
Armor-breaking damage came.
These few sentences didn’t just make Jiang Yaozu exasperated anymore, but directly stunned...
Of course it happened.
But the later negators, those who ridiculed him, were too many, making the memory of that time seem like a beautiful illusion.
So that every time he thought of it... it felt like desecration.
"No, need to achieve great scores, use luxury items! Buy high-end phones! Have money! Only such people deserve love!"
His expression became hideous.
Wen Xishu watched, knowing Jiang Yaozu was lost in his memories.
And Tang Rui, at this moment, had brought over the person from Jiang Yaozu’s memories.
Since imprisonment is impossible, and killing is meaningless, he decided to try... redemption.