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Chapter 248 - 248 248 Professional Meets Professional

248: Chapter 248 Professional Meets Professional 248: Chapter 248 Professional Meets Professional Upon seeing the document, Elder Ye nodded, “I’ve seen this document before.

We’ve discussed it, and there’s probably no connection.”

Elder Meng also said, “Indeed, I think so too, after all, that person has never used any means beyond what is ordinary.

Even in the report, there’s no mention of anything like that.”

“Although that person’s actions were very exaggerated, it might just be the locals exaggerating it.

If we were to be a bit more modest, there are indeed people in our military who can do such things.”

Elder Meng was still very confident in his subordinates, the big-headed soldiers.

These professionally trained young men were certainly much more formidable than the soldiers from their time.

“If some special weapons and equipment were used, it wouldn’t be impossible to deal with those backward warlords.

As the losers, it’s not unimaginable for them to deliberately exaggerate the capabilities of the other side,” he added.

Everyone nodded in agreement, knowing that this sort of bad quality had never been eradicated among the people of those small countries in the south.

“Let’s continue discussing the archeology issue.

Even if we tilt resources, we mustn’t waste them.

Also, we need to plan out the specific directions for development,” Elder Ye proposed.

A group began discussing the archeological issues, leaving the only person who truly had a connection to it out of the conversation.

After all, the person was merely a warlord from a small country, not the kind who could affect the political situation.

They didn’t see him as worthy of attention.

A warlord qualified to replace the government was not something Habog could live up to.

Meanwhile, Zhao Guang was on his way home.

Since his place was comparatively remote, some taxi drivers didn’t want to go there.

With no choice, Zhao Guang had to get off and ride a shared bicycle in the direction of his home.

“Look, everyone, come take a look!

With just one touch, this wound can be healed,” shouted a not-young man surrounded by a crowd.

However, the way he spoke didn’t match that immortal-like appearance at all.

Next to him, apparently his assistant, was a person with a wound.

It looked bloody and was hard to bear looking at.

Zhao Guang frowned, “These people really live up to being professionals, they show up so quickly.”

Zhao Guang immediately recognized the scam because the wound was fake.

With his eyesight and perceptual ability, he could tell at a glance whether someone was injured or not.

Moreover, even though the wound looked terrifying, it was just stuck on.

Just then, the old man’s hand suddenly emitted a white glow.

It really looked similar to using the Healing Technique, so much so that even Zhao Guang couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.

If he were just an ordinary person, he truly wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

“These people really go to great lengths to scam others,” he thought.

After a brief reflection, Zhao Guang understood their method.

They must have hidden a flashlight inside the sleeve.

The light came from something reflective on the hand.

He wondered what specifically it was, but decided it couldn’t be a mirror, since at such a close distance, with so many people, it wouldn’t completely go unnoticed.

Taking advantage of the crowd’s diverted attention, the young person pretending to be in pain quickly ripped off a piece of skin, revealing the unharmed skin underneath.

“Oh my, the Master is indeed amazing.

The pain disappeared in an instant,” exclaimed the young person.

“Could you act a bit more convincingly?

That acting is way too exaggerated,” Zhao Guang almost cursed out loud.

The acting skills of the younger generation were getting worse by the day.

Who could they possibly fool?

“Master, Master, my old man has been bedridden for two years.

Can you please come and have a look?” a person pleaded.

“Master, my stomach has been uncomfortable for several days, can you treat it?” another asked.

Zhao Guang widened his eyes in disbelief.

He hadn’t expected that there would actually be people who believed the act, and there were quite a few believers at that.

The immortal-like old man stood with his head held high, saying nothing, while a disciple stepped forward and said, “Everyone, please be quiet, don’t be disorderly.

My master can only heal a limited number of times each day, and he also needs nourishing substances, so not everyone can be accommodated.”

“Don’t talk so much, just tell us how much money you need,” interjected another.

Exactly, nourishing substances could be bought if you had the money; that wouldn’t be an issue.

A few people secretly exchanged looks and then smiled: “Our Master is saving lives and can’t ask for more from you all.

Let’s settle for the cost price then, fifty thousand for each person.”

Fifty thousand, that much?

Quite a few people backed off.

But many others lit up at the offer, because their illnesses could not be cured with merely fifty thousand.

“Master, let me go first.

I’ll transfer the money to you now,” said a young person, pulling out a phone ready to make a transfer, when suddenly a middle-aged man squeezed through the crowd, grabbing the young person’s hand.

“What are you doing?

Don’t rush, get in line.”

“You’re the one who should get in line, come with me,” said the middle-aged man, fastening handcuffs directly onto the young person’s wrist.

The old man frowned slightly: “What are you people doing, wasting taxpayers’ money all day long?

Wouldn’t it be better to spend this time catching thieves instead of hindering good deeds and looking to take a cut from it?”

As some in the crowd, unaware of what was happening, started to rush over, a few plainclothes police officers stepped forward.

It wasn’t just one person being arrested at that moment, but rather a group of five or six.

“Enough of that.

We’ve been tracking your gang for several days.

If you really had such abilities, you would have just taken them with you.

I suppose we wouldn’t be able to stop you, since the Master isn’t afraid of bullets, right?” said an officer.

“Hmph, of course, I need to uphold the order in our country, why would I ever attack police officers.”

The police officer didn’t care, knowing full well that scammers like them would never admit guilt unless they saw the coffin up close.

He stepped forward and handcuffed him.

“Let’s not waste words then, come with us.

Judging by the amount of money you’ve scammed the past few days, it’s enough to keep you in jail for a long time.

Oh, and don’t even think about trying to transfer funds.

Your accounts have been frozen by the bank a long time ago.”

As the situation blew up, plans had already been made to anticipate the possibility of scammers taking advantage of the chaos.

So at the first sign of trouble, the highest-level emergency plans were initiated.

Any accounts suspected to be involved in scams were controlled immediately to prevent substantial funds from flowing overseas and to ensure the recovery of illicit money.

At this point, the elderly men and women in the crowd seemed to realize something was amiss.

If the Master was really that powerful, would he allow himself to be arrested without showing what he could do?

Hadn’t he just performed the miracle right in front of their eyes?