Mary Taylor
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Huang Bin wanted to run away, he refused to believe that there was something even better on him. To Fang Ping, Huang Bin would have surely denied it. However, it did not matter to Fang Ping. He tapped the floor a few times with his triangular bayonet and asked, “Looks like you’ve committed quite some crimes in the past. You killed a lot of people, didn’t you?” Huang Bin did not answer. Had he failed to answer the question properly, then trouble would follow. Seeing that he would not…
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Fang Ping knew of a fact: villains always died because they talked too much. Huang Bin wanted to speak. He did not want him to, but he had a very limited understanding of how certain things worked, and his current status meant limited or no access to some really useful information. So he prepared to let Huang Bin speak a few sentences with him despite his initial reluctance. He did not fear that he would start screaming immediately. This man was obviously not innocent. He would not start…
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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…
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A floor down. Fang Ping did not go home. He exited the building and hid somewhere outside. He worried that the man would eventually figure out that Fang Ping tried to drug him before the effect took hold and would thus, go downstairs and attack him. Fang Ping stayed vigilant against martial artists. Although it would be fortunate if the man was still alive, given his misstep in which he had accidentally spilled the entire contents of three bottles’ worth inside his kettle. Martial artists…
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April 11, Friday. Fang Ping told his class teacher that he was taking the morning off via his father’s antique mobile phone. Liu Anguo appeared concerned. He reminded Fang Ping to rest well and take care of his body. The Fang Ping now was not the Fang Ping in the past. This was a Fang Ping who had a chance at being admitted into a martial arts university. The exams were near. If he had really fallen sick now, Liu Anguo would probably cry. Liu Anguo had only relented when Fang Ping told…
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Although Fang Ping had wanted to rely solely on himself, he felt that tact was crucial at this state. He decided to call the police after a while. If that did not work, he could think of some other way. When night came, Fang Ping left under some excuse and called the police with a public phone. The result was just as Fang Ping had predicted. He had told the other person that he suspected his upstairs tenant to be fishy while refusing to divulge his own identity. The female operator had nothing…
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One should remain vigilant even in peaceful times. Fang Ping knew it was okay to overthink. After all, one’s life was in their own hands. Even if they worried too much and spooked themselves, it was better than losing their life. An idiot that disregarded all the signs would not know death even if it stared him in the eye. The best scenario would be if the person had no malicious intent. If that person did, at least he would be ready. It was obviously better to have something than…
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The next day. April 10th, Thursday. Upon waking up, Fang Ping felt the soreness in his muscles. The sensation was milder than expected, though. A person who exercised after a long period of inactivity would need to expect soreness. This unsavory sensation was muted due to his high Vitality. At this moment, Fang Ping finally understood the reason why a high Vitality was a compulsory criterion that a martial artist needed to fulfill. As one’s Vitality increased, all diseases and ailments…
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The White Mountains. While these mountains were not particularly famous or anything, they traversed two provinces. The range within Sun City could only be considered as an offshoot of the main backbone and they were not particularly steep. Wang Jinyang was currently in the mountains. He still had his backpack. By contrast, the obstacle-clearing knife in his hands was a new addition. Wang Jinyang’s brow furrowed while he hacked aside the weeds blocking his path with broad strikes. He said…
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Lakeview Gardens. Just as Fang Ping entered his house, he heard the sound of someone closing the anti-theft gate upstairs. He closed the door casually before turning to his mother, currently busy in the backyard. “Mum, did Aunt Chen and her family from upstairs move back in?” “No. Taotao has bought a huge house in Sky Residences, and his child’s recently born. Your Aunt Chen is busy looking after her grandchild. How could she find the time to come back here?” Li Yuying said while she…
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