Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 35 Crisis! The Mysterious Man's Identity!

"..."

Zhu Que's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

His identity was suddenly exposed, leaving him terrified and his mind in utter chaos.

But after a brief moment of distraction, he forced himself to suppress the surging emotions within him.

He reached out and slowly closed the door, the sound of the lock clicking shut being particularly clear in the cultivation room.

Back in the cultivation room, Zhu Que slowed his breathing and his gaze returned to calm.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Zhu Que's voice showed no emotional fluctuation.

Never admit it lightly.

Because the other party might be bluffing him, admitting it rashly would be tantamount to handing over the initiative.

A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone, as if the other person had anticipated his reaction.

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to trick you."

The mysterious man said hoarsely, "The day you were the last to leave the testing and evaluation center, I was already basically certain that you were the second born demon seed."

"The accuracy is approximately...99%?"

"Of course, if it really is that 1%, you can hang up on me. Just consider it a false police report."

"..."

The air fell silent.

Zhu Que's heart sank to the bottom. Since the other party had already said that, it meant that they were not bluffing him.

That day, he was indeed the last person to leave the testing and evaluation center.

The other party saw this and concluded that he was the second born demon, which was perfectly reasonable.

If he hangs up now and the other party actually calls the police, the situation will be extremely disadvantageous for him.

Zhu Que remained silent for a few seconds, neither denying nor admitting, but simply throwing the topic back to the other party.

"What do you want to do?"

The fact that the other party did not directly report him to the police but chose to communicate with him indicates that the other party must have some demands.

Therefore, there is still some room for negotiation.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't kill you."

The mysterious man let out a low chuckle and said in a hoarse voice, "I see you seem to have made quite a bit of money lately? Heh, I'm a little short on cash right now, so I specifically came to you hoping to get some money to spend."

"?"

Zhu Que was slightly taken aback.

This person sought him out to...seek money?

At that moment, his hands, which had been trembling slightly, suddenly became completely steady, and his eyes became even calmer.

If the other party only wants money, it means that their level is not that high, and this matter does not seem difficult to resolve.

Zhu Que asked calmly, "How much money do you want?"

Let's talk in person.

The mysterious man said in a hoarse voice, "Meet me in fifteen minutes at the abandoned Delong Chemical Plant on the western outskirts of Jinfeng Town."

"About half an hour, I..."

Zhu Que was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Zhu Que, don't even think about playing tricks."

The mysterious man's tone suddenly turned cold.

"Taking a taxi from the entrance of the Hope Self-Cultivation Center will take exactly fifteen minutes to get to Delong Chemical Plant. If you're even a minute late, you can expect to end up in jail."

"...Alright." Zhu Que paused for a moment and then said, "I'll be right there."

"Don't hang up," the mysterious man said calmly. "I need to be able to hear what's going on on your end at any time."

"no problem."

Since the other party had already planned everything, Zhu Que had no other choice but to go to Delong Chemical Plant to negotiate.

For him, negotiating with the other party still offered a glimmer of hope.

But if he falls into the hands of the police, he will suffer the same tragic fate as Zheng Yuanbo.

Zhu Que shifted his gaze to the artifact control gauntlet he had just completed replicating, a sinister killing intent flashing in his eyes.

These petty thieves who are only after money are probably not very capable...

Then.

Zhu Que finished preparing everything, slung a black backpack over his shoulder, and left the Hope Self-Cultivation Center.

The night was dark, the streetlights cast a dim yellow light, and there were few pedestrians on the street.

Zhu Que flagged down a car and headed to Delong Chemical Plant.

Just after the vehicle started, a black car parked in the shadows not far away slowly turned on its headlights.

In the back seat, a man leaned back, his face hidden in the shadows, and said to the driver:

"Driver, follow that car in front."

"Buzz—"

The two vehicles drove one after the other toward the Delong Chemical Plant.

……

Fifteen minutes later.

Western suburbs of Jinfeng Town.

The night wind, carrying heat and humidity, swept across the desolate land overgrown with weeds, and the air was filled with a heavy, putrid stench.

In the distance, you can see several old, mottled brick chimneys standing tall in the night.

Zhu Que carried the black bag and walked towards the Delong Chemical Plant, pushing aside a patch of weeds that reached above his chest to enter the factory building.

The cement floor was cracked, and abandoned pipes and rusted parts were scattered everywhere. The air smelled of years of accumulated dust.

"I am coming."

Zhu Que spoke while holding his phone.

After a brief silence, a sinister, hoarse laugh rang out from not far away.

"Very good, you're a smart person, you didn't try anything funny."

Zhu Que looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure emerge from behind the broken steel frame in the shadows of a corner of the factory.

He was a man with a stubble beard.

His hair was messy and greasy, and his cheeks were covered with dark blue stubble, making his whole face look gloomy and fierce.

Zhu Que felt a slight unease.

He was quite certain he didn't know this person.

On the way, he made many deductions about the identity of the mysterious person.

One possible face after another flashed through his mind; he had repeatedly suspected almost everyone he knew.

But to his surprise, he didn't recognize this person at all.

"Are you threatening me just for money?" Zhu Que asked.

"Is that so strange? Isn't it human nature to want money?"

The bearded man grinned, revealing his uneven teeth, and didn't seem to see anything wrong with making money.

Zhu Que's heart skipped a beat. This person did not refute the "you" I mentioned, so it seemed that it was not a one-on-one extortion.

This bearded man had other accomplices.

Zhu Que probed, "After all, I was born with a demonic seed. I thought you were going to coerce me into doing something."

"You're just a nobody in the Qi Refining stage. No matter how much you're coerced, you can't accomplish anything significant, and besides..."

The bearded man's eyes were bloodshot, filled with a greedy look.

"Your identity doesn't matter. Whether you're a born demon or an earth-born demon, as long as I can blackmail you for money, that's enough."

"Understood."

Zhu Que nodded slightly, his opinion of the man dropping even lower—a greedy, stupid thief.

He continued probing:

"I quickly blended into the crowd when I left the testing and evaluation center. How did you spot me?"

"Stop pretending to test me. Brother Hu wasn't there at the time; I just happened to see you."

Just then.

A mocking voice suddenly rang out behind Zhu Que.

Zhu Que immediately turned around and saw a figure walking slowly towards him at the factory gate.

This moment.

Zhu Que's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't recognize the bearded man, but he recognized the figure that stepped into the factory!

"It's you?!"