Beginning with the Ubume Bird Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 11 Mantis? Cicada? Sparrow?

Beyond that, Li Yan's haul from the night was not insignificant.

Two heritages, along with some odds and ends obtained from a Chongming Bird woman, among which “Wind Lian's Hair” was highly valuable.

A gun with hardly any bullets, a pack of old-brand cigarettes that could enhance one's jumping ability, and a personal stereo that could erase suppressive effects.

At the same time, Li Yan also lost three pieces of Pan Gold and two Sweet Dew Talismans.

At five-thirty in the afternoon, Li Yan had a good sleep and, upon waking up, finished off the last of the “Little Golden Mouse Cigarettes.” This kind of consumable that changes one's physical constitution was often subtle at the start, with the effects not very noticeable.

In the middle, he went to the supermarket to buy two stick-of-gum-shaped batteries and put them in the personal stereo, to no avail. Li Yan guessed that one would have to find the matching batteries in the world after midnight.

He found a restaurant, and with less than a hundred dollars on him, ordered three meat dishes and two bottles of beer. After letting Qin know, he went from one bar to the next, as he had inquired earlier.

Ye Mingfei Ballroom.

There were nearly a hundred people bouncing around on the dance floor, with rolling disco balls, twisting collarbones, swinging hair, and flailing hands. In the pulsating sound system, alcohol and hormones intertwined into an intoxicating vortex.

Li Yan was sitting at a table in the corner, with a girl with shoulder-length hair next to him.

Don't misunderstand, she was a professional.

A drink attendant.

This girl probably hadn't seen a sucker like Li Yan before. Even before she could showcase her usual tricks, he had ordered seven or eight bottles of foreign liquor by himself.

Counting one English-labelled bottle after another, she was almost giddy with joy.

“So, you mean there was trouble here this morning?” Li Yan asked, narrowing his eyes.

The girl made a hushing gesture.

“You shouldn't ask, that guy was fierce. A guy named Da Jun, used to be an enforcer in this area, infamous as a 'three-colored fist'. He laid out a dozen people in one go, and in the end, it was the boss who respectfully invited him to the back. I don't know what happened after that. Why are you asking about this, big brother?”

The girl, resting her chin in her palm and sitting close to Li Yan, spoke freely since he was spending generously and keeping to himself, the type of customer they liked.

“Where is this guy now?”

“In the private room at the back.”

She whispered, lowering her voice.

“I figure, from now on, he'll be the one looking after this place.”

“Where is that private room? Point it out to me.”

“That one there.”

The girl leaned over to point it out to Li Yan, the scent of her mint shampoo wafting to his nose.

“Move to the side for a moment, let me have a look.”

The girl obediently shifted aside, and Li Yan picked up a bottle from the table and threw it at the glass of the private room.

With the strength Li Yan had now, the glass broke so evenly that you couldn't even find a piece as big as a fingernail.

The whole dance floor suddenly went quiet, and the girl next to Li Yan was dumbfounded. Shortly after, the door of the private room was kicked open. A man with a crew cut, wearing an open white shirt revealing six-pack abs and with lipstick marks on his neck, swept his sharp, cold eyes across the room.

“Who the fuck threw that?”

Li Yan in the corner signaled with a wave of his hand.

“Look this way.”

The man with the crew cut fixed his gaze on Li Yan, like a cheetah spotting its prey.

You have identified a Predator (being hunted)!

A Fleeting Glimpse has obtained the following information:

Name: Li Yan

Rating: Ten Cities

Heritage: Gu Huo Bird

Status: Hook Star (increases explosive force and speed of action)

Fierce (all spirits retreat)

Witch Language (skill bar sealed)

Specialization: Ancient Martial Arts?? (superior to your close-combat specialization)

Firearms: 38%, Military Skill: 50%.

“Ten Cities?”

The crew-cut man was bewildered for a few seconds.

“Finally caught one …” Li Yan muttered with a grimace, whispering ominously, “I was wondering why there were so many cunning old foxes. Suddenly, with the power to break free from order, your former world might not even hold you down, and with the Yan Fu Fruit, wouldn't you seek some thrills?”

Without a second thought, the crew-cut man raised his palm to knock over a coffee table in Li Yan's direction.

Li Yan's right foot kicked up a coffee table in front of him, colliding with another mid-way, the expensive bottles of liquor crashing and spilling onto the floor.

The scene turned chaotic in an instant, and the buzz-cut man shouldered his way through the crowd and bolted for the door.

Several inconspicuous Sudu birds flew out from Li Yan's sleeve.

Li Yan stood up and walked out, and the bar security, who had seen what the buzz-cut man was capable of, didn't dare to stop him.

“You haven't paid yet.”

The girl regretted her words as soon as she said them, not expecting that Li Yan, who was about to leave, would respond.

“I'll pay when I come back, if this guy has any money on him.”

Half an hour later.

Li Yan emerged from a dark alley, his hands bloody.

“Unfortunately, you did not receive its heritage.”

An empty plastic bottle was tossed aside, and Li Yan shook off the water droplets on his hands, his expression gloomy.

“Yan Fu…”

He muttered to himself.

“Taishuai is a Renegade, who can interfere with your operations, so how can I achieve that, at the very least, to prevent others from disturbing my Yan Fu affairs?”

Thieves are driven by hunger, and lust comes with contentment.

The Li Yan of today was no longer that boxer “Yama” on the Nine Dragons fighting arena, fighting for his sickness.

With a gun and a sword, in these two and a half incidents of the Yan Fu affairs, except for “Mo,” “Taishuai,” those seasoned fighters with strength like deep-sea icebergs, Li Yan had almost never encountered an opponent who could truly suppress him.

“Shou Hu” was a name well deserved.

But that didn't mean Li Yan was complacent.

Some things being out of sight did not mean Li Yan couldn't see them.

Li Yan was almost certain that the suppressive forces in the upcoming designated duels would be extremely hostile toward him.

This Yan Fu event, someone must have set him up.

The staggeringly high casualty rate, and the seemingly “random” selection of suppressive forces for the duel.

“Become a Proxy Traveler. High-ranking ones have the privilege to choose, even to devise the content of Yan Fu events.”

“Increase the Awakening Degree of the Five Immortals Category heritage, and gain some operation privileges of Yan Fu.”

The voice in his ear startled Li Yan.

“Yan Fu?”

“I am one of eight million Earth Endurances of the Yan Fu fruit tree, responsible for this Esteemed Walker's current event iris text information contact, other walkers' conversations, identity preparation before the descent of the walker, and the wrap-up work after disengagement.”

Li Yan recalled the deep, hoarse male voice and the pleasant female voice from the previous two Yan Fu events.

Eight million Earth Endurances.

“Your privileges as an Esteemed Walker are already at the Ten Cities level, in principle, within the scope of your permissions, we will provide you the necessary information.”

“According to what you're saying, if I don't want to replace my heritage with one from the Five Immortals Category, before becoming a Proxy Traveler, I don't have much chance of getting in touch with the operation permissions of Yan Fu, do I?”

“Completing the first peak breakthrough of the heritage, you can have a second Yan Fu heritage.”

In the end, it's still about increasing the Awakening Degree.

Li Yan clenched his fists; he glanced at the alley, and with his hands in his pockets, he silently walked away.

Yan Capital, Yangchao District Police Station

Interrogation room.

Confession shall be met with leniency, resistance with strictness.

“I'm here to take your statement. What's your name?”

The man pushed open the door, not looking carefully inside first, hung up his hat first, and with his back to the man cuffed in the chair,

“I mean, you're such a big guy, why not do something decent? You steal a bike, and what's this, the smell of alcohol,”

He turned around.

“You're taking it easy, aren't you? If this had been during the crackdown, you'd have been in deep trouble, you know… ”

His voice suddenly stopped, and on the table lay a pair of pale yellow handcuffs twisted like pretzels.

The man across from him was expressionless.

“Don't be nervous, comrade.”

He lifted his face.

“I just want to ask if there have been any vicious crimes committed by unfamiliar faces during the day today.”

The man pulled out a bottle of cheap sorghum liquor from somewhere, sipping it as he spoke.

“Something like an unregistered outsider being murdered and dumped… Tell me, let's cooperate with the police, shall we?”

Chapter end