Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 202 - 200: Tactical Intimidation

Chapter 202: Chapter 200: Tactical Intimidation

Feng Ruixing was driving leisurely when he suddenly felt dizzy as he reached a deserted stretch of road.

Drowsiness came over him inexplicably, as if someone was singing a lullaby beside him, giving him a fleeting sensation of floating in ecstasy.

Instinctively, he spent one thousand yuan to regain his ability to think clearly and stopped the car at the roadside to avoid dying in a car accident.

Then, cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"This isn’t normal, have I been drugged, or... targeted by another superpower user?"

"This shouldn’t happen, I’ve always been very careful." If he really was targeted by a superpower user, then his peaceful life would truly be gone forever.

Feng Ruixing gritted his teeth; regardless, he needed to escape the current predicament.

In his mind, there was a string of golden digits, representing his wealth.

And below the golden numbers, there was a string of grey digits.

That represented the amount of money he needed to spend.

Accompanied by the tinkling sound of coins clashing, the digits flickered, and he spent fifty thousand yuan.

After this amount was spent, Feng Ruixing felt as if he broke free from some restraints, waking up from that bizarre drowsiness.

"To gain supernatural power by spending money, truly an interesting ability."

A deep voice came from the backseat of the car, causing Feng Ruixing to break out into another cold sweat.

He turned his head and saw a figure in a strange black robe, the edges of which flickered and twisted like black flames, yet they emitted no heat.

What struck Feng Ruixing the most were those slightly elongated golden eyes, which seemed to contain infinite dignity.

This person was none other than Wen Wen.

"I’m really curious about the limit of your ability."

Feng Ruixing said sharply, "Who are you?"

Wen Wen smiled faintly, his body swirling with black qi, and a doomsday-like aura hit Feng Ruixing in the face.

"I am the nemesis of Calamity..."

Feng Ruixing felt like his heart might stop at any moment. In that instant, many thoughts raced through his mind: who would get his wealth after he died, would anyone miss him, and he now regretted not having met a woman who truly loved him...

"...the Calamity’s nemesis." To maintain his mysterious and powerful image, Wen Wen sometimes drew out his words.

"...You must be sick, talking with such heavy breaths can really scare someone to death."

Of course, Feng Ruixing didn’t dare to say that out loud; no matter what, he was likely no match for this person.

His ability ’Wealth for Disaster Avoidance’ could be applied to combat, which sounded like a bug, as if with money, anything was possible.

This ability, when used on others, could create coincidences or change someone’s thoughts through psychological suggestion.

When used on himself, it could directly enhance his combat capabilities or grant him other supernatural powers for a short period.

However, all of these came with strict limits; once exceeded, the consumption of money would grow exponentially, and even if he were as rich as a nation, he couldn’t sustain it.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been defeated by a low-level female vampire.

"Your ability is quite interesting, so I want to invite you to join us," Wen Wen said with a smile.

Feng Ruixing let out a breath of relief, it seemed Wen Wen didn’t intend to resort to violence, and this gave him a bit more confidence: "Is this how your organization invites new members? It doesn’t seem very sincere."

Wen Wen leaned forward slightly and said in a sinister tone, "My sincerity is not having directly attacked you."

Feng Ruixing shook his head and said, "That might be because you’re not sure you can deal with me."

"Then why don’t you stand up and take a look at your body?" Wen Wen pointed at Feng Ruixing, who was sitting in the driver’s seat.

Feng Ruixing frowned and tried to stand up from the seat, then immediately froze.

It was only after he had made a move that he realized his current body was ethereal, like a ghost.

His original body was still slumped in the seat, unconscious.

That meant the fifty thousand yuan he had just spent hadn’t freed him from his drowsiness at all; it had separated him from his own body.

Swallowing hard, Feng Ruixing sat back down.

The numbers in his mind were spinning wildly.

"Let me return to my body—insufficient funds..."

"Give me the strength to defeat him—insufficient funds..."

Sweat beads on Feng Ruixing’s forehead were close to falling, but he still found no way to escape.

"Save your energy," Wen Wen said. "Your ability is quite amazing, but the gap between us is too big to bridge."

According to Wen Wen’s observation, Feng Ruixing’s ability was actually not as useful as Yan Biqing’s ’Body Digitalization.’ It seemed omnipotent but was very limited in reality.

Even if it were all used in combat, at most, he could take on two Master Yes.

It was only because Feng Ruixing had never encountered another superpower user that he did not have a clear understanding of his own strength.

After some trying, Feng Ruixing calmed down and said, "If you’re going to let me join, you should at least tell me what you do."

"Our organization is called the Catastrophe Containment Facility. Our primary tasks are to find threats, contain threats, control threats, and maintain the balance between the Inner World and the outside. And you are the talent we need."

Feng Ruixing said with a wry smile, "Can I refuse? I really don’t see myself as a talent. I just want to live an ordinary life."

Wen Wen frowned, the dark aura around him growing denser. He said righteously, "Every second, innocent ordinary people are threatened by monsters, and new tragedies are born every day!"

"As a superpower user, can you bear to watch ordinary people, who are powerless to resist, get slaughtered by monsters? Join us, and I’ll introduce you to the world of superpower users."

Perhaps sensing that Wen Wen did not intend to force him, Feng Ruixing said resolutely, "I refuse."

Wen Wen sighed and leaned back in his seat, his tone sinister, "I see. I understand your meaning, which makes you useless to us now."

That tone was just like the one in TV shows when the big boss behind the scenes is about to silence someone.

The aura of killing intent filled the car, and Feng Ruixing felt like if he made a single move, he would be blasted to smithereens.

His mouth twitched as he said to Wen Wen, "What do you mean?"

Wen Wen chuckled coldly and said, "What I mean is, refusing us comes with a price, and you will find out what that price is."

He was actually just trying to scare him. In his current situation, Wen Wen was unable to harm Feng Ruixing, and he couldn’t actually run off to Southern Xiangnan Province to take revenge.

As he spoke, Wen Wen’s figure blurred, about to vanish into the air.

"Wait, let’s talk this over, don’t go yet," Feng Ruixing said, his expression changing rapidly as he reached out his hand to call Wen Wen back.

Wen Wen stopped, surprised, "You’ve agreed?"

Feng Ruixing nodded, resigned. He was eighty percent sure that even if he refused, this man wouldn’t really trouble him; that posture was most likely just to intimidate him.

But even with a twenty percent chance of retaliation, he didn’t want to take the risk.