High Martial Arts: Invincible Starts from Basic Archery
Chapter 146 - 145 I Promise to Let You Go (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 146: Chapter 145 I Promise to Let You Go (Please Subscribe)

Chen Fan’s hand reached into the other person’s pocket, pulling out the contents piece by piece and placing them on the nearby table.

There were cigarettes, a lighter, a residence permit, car keys, perfume, and other items.

Seeing this, Guan Dexi let out a sigh of relief.

It seems the guy in front of him knows that he has spatial items, but doesn’t know which one exactly.

Thinking this, he secretly admired his older brother’s wisdom.

Indeed, even among Awakeners, there are all sorts of deceit and treachery, with both sides fighting desperately, this is especially evident between cities.

If one Awakener isn’t a match for the other and gets killed, their spatial items become the spoils of war for the killer, helping them grow. The frustration felt by the dead one can be imagined.

Therefore, many Awakeners who own spatial items often get them personally customized, designing them to resemble common objects before purchasing.

In this way, even if they die, unless their opponent finds an Awakener of the Space Element, they’ll have to rely on luck.

Of course, particularly powerful or nonchalant Awakeners aren’t so cautious and use spatial rings, wearing them on their fingers for convenience.

After his entire body was thoroughly searched, Guan Dexi spoke: "Friend, where do you see any spatial items on me? Where did you get your information?"

"Is that so?"

Chen Fan picked up the cigarette box from the pile of miscellaneous items on the table, staring into the other man’s eyes, "Then tell me, what is this?"

Guan Dexi’s face turned pale.

However, he still didn’t want to admit it, and laughed dryly twice, "Isn’t it just a box of cigarettes? If you want it, take it."

Chen Fan opened the cigarette box to find a few cigarettes inside.

"Is that so."

Guan Dexi smiled.

"As long as you let me go, not just this pack, even a hundred or ten thousand packs, I can give them to you."

"I only want this pack."

As he spoke, Chen Fan put the cigarettes into his pocket.

He’d taken just one pack off him.

Even if he found two or three packs, he wouldn’t worry; he would take them all.

Guan Dexi’s face immediately darkened.

If he didn’t understand by now that the guy in front of him came prepared, he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

But how did this person know he had it?

Only five people knew about it.

Father, older brother, wife, and the man Wu Bin.

Could it be!

"Was it Wu Bin who told you?"

"Wu Bin? Who’s Wu Bin?" questioned Chen Fan, puzzled.

Guan Dexi was taken aback.

Not Wu Bin?

Then who?

"Looks like I hit the mark. This inconspicuous cigarette box is actually a disguised spatial item," continued Chen Fan.

Guan Dexi took a deep breath and stopped dwelling on it. After all, figuring it out wouldn’t change much.

"Friend, I admit, you’ve won, but this item is useless to you because only I can use it."

"How about this: I give you everything inside, and you return the item to me and let me go, what do you say?"

Chen Fan frowned impatiently:

"I’ve said, I just want this. Tell me how to open it."

"I told you, only I can open this item, it’s useless to you," Guan Dexi growled, like a lion on the verge of anger.

The value inside compared to the spatial item is negligible. It took him years of pleading with his brother to get it, he wouldn’t just give it away!

Chen Fan grabbed a cloth from the table with his left hand, stuffing it into Guan Dexi’s mouth. With a bewildered look from him, Chen Fan’s right foot snapped forward like lightning.

"Crack!"

The bone in Guan Dexi’s right lower leg shattered instantly, causing him to kneel on one knee, his eyes bloodshot, with veins pulsing on his forehead as if they might burst.

One could imagine, if it weren’t for the cloth in his mouth, he would have let out a scream that would shake the entire building.

Chen Fan looked at him,

"I came here solely for the spatial item, I don’t want to kill you, but if you force me, I won’t hesitate to kill you and run to another place. No matter how powerful your Guan Family is, can they control other places?"

Intense fear filled Guan Dexi’s eyes.

This guy was a madman!

"Nod if you understand."

Guan Dexi nodded repeatedly.

"Good, I’ll take the cloth out of your mouth in a moment. If you want to scream, go ahead."

Chen Fan then tiredly put away the knife, as holding it up was tiring, knowing if Guan Dexi dared to scream, he would instantly stab him in the heart and leave.

Spatial items could be studied later.

Removing this person was the key goal this time.

As the cloth was removed, Guan Dexi didn’t make a sound, burying his resentment deep, pleading, "Friend, can we change the condition? This item is extremely important to me, if lost, my brother won’t let me go, and you’ll be continuously tracked as well, why bother?"

Compared to before, his attitude improved significantly.

"I’ll say it one last time, I just want this item."

Chen Fan sneered, "Don’t think I believe your nonsense about only you being able to use it. This item just has a space lock, anyone who knows how can open it."

Guan Dexi remained silent.

This wasn’t really a secret.

The real secret was which item was the spatial one.

Clearly, the person in front of him figured it out.

Instinctively, Guan Dexi felt it had to be a problem with Wu Bin, because he trusted the other people, but the reaction when Wu Bin was mentioned didn’t seem fake.

"I’ll count three, if you still don’t speak, I’ll break your other leg, then both arms, and I will follow through."

"Three."

Guan Dexi was unmoved.

"Two."

Still unmoved.

Chen Fan couldn’t be bothered to wait and raised his leg.

"Wait, wait!"

Guan Dexi quickly said, "I’ll talk, I’ll talk."

"Should’ve said so sooner."

Chen Fan frowned.

"If I tell you, will you really let me go?" Guan Dexi asked, staring fixedly at Chen Fan’s eyes.

"I said, I only want this item, if you keep babbling, I’ll kill you with one stab!"

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk."

He looked at the cigarette box, "It needs my fingerprint to open, hand it to me, I’ll unlock it, and you can take it."

"You’re still playing tricks at this point," Chen Fan sneered, "Tell me, where’s the fingerprint scanner? Once more, my patience is limited."

"On, on the words ’smoking is harmful to health’, above the third and fourth character, 1 centimeter away."

Unwillingly and helplessly he said.

Chen Fan heard and placed his fingers over, instantly a blank interface appeared like a phone screen.

[Fingerprint mismatch, please try again]

Chen Fan dared not try again, fearing it might be like a phone unlock mechanism and freeze after several failed attempts.

Seeing this, a glimmer of disappointment flashed in Guan Dexi’s eyes. This item would lock permanently after three failed attempts, unless opened using his fingerprint.

"Which finger?"

"Let, let me do it." he smiled.

Chen Fan stuffed the cloth into his mouth, drew his knife, and five blood-soaked fingers fell to the ground.

"Mmm! Mmm!"

Guan Dexi sweated profusely from the pain.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart!

Chen Fan felt no guilt, knowing this guy indirectly or directly caused many innocent deaths. Even punishment by slicing wouldn’t wash away his sins.

Picking up the thumb, Chen Fan placed it, unlocking it instantly.

A one-cubic-meter space appeared before him. Simultaneously, a unique feeling arose, as if his Spiritual Power connected with this space.

The first thing he saw was a sniper rifle lying diagonally.

Chen Fan instantly understood.

No wonder this guy insisted he open it himself, intending to retrieve the gun first and shoot him.

Even with his 500 Constitution Points, a point-blank shot could seriously injure or kill him.

Indeed, in any situation, can’t drop one’s guard.

Next to the sniper rifle were dozens of cigarette packs, bottles of liquor.

A scattered pile of money, seemingly several thousand.

Some spare clothes, daily necessities.

And five or six small bottles, similar to the ones gotten from Zhao Da.

Chen Fan’s eyes brightened, attempting to take it out. Spiritual Power caused a slight fluctuation; the next moment, a small bottle was in his hand.

"?"

Chen Fan was taken aback; it reacted quickly?

He opened the lid, smelling it, a joyful expression appeared.

The smell identified it as middle-grade Qi Blood Pills.

About five bottles remained, likely all middle-grade Qi Blood Pills.

Calculating ten pills per bottle meant 100,000 Potential Points.

Enough to break through to Dark Power Martial Artist, maybe Transforming Force too.

Eyes continued searching.

"No Secret Manual?"

The storage space was cluttered; flipping it out piece by piece was unrealistic at this moment. Would check later.

"Can I change the fingerprint?"

Chen Fan wondered, couldn’t always take out half a finger each time opening.

Instinctively, he felt it should be possible, after all, initial fingerprint must have been set somehow.

Finding the setting alteration, truly allowing fingerprint and unlock position change.

Watching this, Guan Dexi turned pale, knowing from this moment, the spatial item and contents no longer belonged to him.

Chen Fan contentedly pocketed the cigarette box.

"Mmm, mmm."

Guan Dexi tried to speak.

Chen Fan removed the cloth from his mouth.

"Friend."

Guan Dexi spoke through pain:

"You took the item, will you honor the agreement and let me go?"

As long as he could leave today, he would pursue and exact tenfold retribution for today’s deeds!

A hundredfold return!!!

"Not so fast, I have one more question, answer and you can leave."

Seeing Guan Dexi’s distrust, Chen Fan added.

"I promise."

"???"

Guan Dexi’s eyes showed intense venom, "Are you playing me?"