Mercenaries in Two Worlds

Jungui Town is an industrially developed town, and naturally, a service industry has also sprung up. Factories are located around the town, while service businesses are openly operating in the town center.

There's a foot massage parlor right around the corner from Zhang Qian's apartment complex. It's incredibly popular; every evening, lonely people from all over the city flock to these places. Because of its location, the foot massage parlor has a very small parking lot, so many customers park their cars in the alley.

Dark alleys and wealthy landlords are very attractive to robbers and thieves. Zhang Qian had heard of such incidents before, but he had never heard of them before.

"Huh." The two thugs exclaimed in unison when they saw someone interrupting them. Turning around and seeing Zhang Qian, one of the thugs, who had a large black mole on his nose, grinned, revealing his yellowish teeth. "What's wrong, kid? You want to stand up for justice... or something like that?"

With an attitude of tireless teaching, Zhang Qian read aloud, "To act bravely for a just cause is not to act bravely for a just cause. Remember that."

He rolled up his sleeves and walked up without any fear.

"Oh my god, you dare to teach your grandpa how to pronounce idioms?" Seeing Zhang Qian's calm expression and his "earnest instruction" on how to pronounce idioms, the two hooligans felt slighted. They exchanged a glance, shouted menacingly, and charged forward.

Sigh, if those two hooligans had read more novels, they would know that someone like Zhang Qian, who remains calm and composed, must be a master. If they had just backed down, they might have been able to find a way out.

You're such a beauty, why did you become a thief? Well, these two hooligans are ugly as pears, so they can't really be considered beauties...

The obese middle-aged man who was being robbed wasn't a coward. Seeing that there were accomplices, he jumped up without hesitation and grabbed one of the thugs around the waist.

"Ouch~~ It hurts." The thug didn't even see how Zhang Qian moved his hand before his wrist was suddenly grabbed and bent at an odd angle.

Seeing his companion subdued, the other thug who had been held by the fat man panicked and raised his knife to stab the fat man. Whether this thug was inherently vicious or unintentional, the knife was aimed at the middle-aged fat man's neck. If he had been stabbed, he would have been dead for sure.

The middle-aged fat man thought to himself, "I'm dead, I'm dead. I never thought I, Huang Dacai, would die here. All my hundreds of millions in assets will go to that bitch."

"Hmph." Zhang Qian snorted coldly, casually tossing the thug he had grabbed flying, crashing to the ground. Zhang Qian glided lightly, miraculously covering four meters, and at the last second, he caught the tip of the knife, simultaneously kicking out with a chilling crack. The thug's shinbone broke with a thud, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his leg and howling in pain.

Huang Dacai, having narrowly escaped death, collapsed weakly to the ground, panting heavily. The escort girl, huddled in the corner, though pale, kept glancing at Zhang Qian. What girl hasn't daydreamed of a hero descending from the sky to save her from dire straits? Zhang Qian wasn't exceptionally handsome, but his refined features and calm demeanor gave him a reassuring air. Of course, this escort girl didn't possess the keen eyes to see the goofy soul hidden beneath that calm exterior.

Judging from the woman's clothes, Zhang Qian knew what her profession was. Although he would never seek out such people even if he was lonely, he also didn't have the habit of mocking prostitutes or the poor. Life was hard, and everyone was down on their luck.

Gently lifting the fat man as if he were a chick, she helped him to his feet. Seeing that his ankle seemed to be injured and he couldn't stand, she secretly channeled a little spiritual energy into him and asked, "Are you all alright?"

Huang Dacai felt a warm current flow through his body, and his painful right foot instantly felt fine. He was also full of strength, and his panicked emotions gradually calmed down. He was shocked and thought to himself, "This young man is not simple. Could this be the legendary Qigong?"

His small eyes darted around, and he warmly grasped Zhang Qian's hand. "It's nothing, it's nothing, little brother, thank you."

Zhang Qian felt a chill run down his spine as Huang Dacai's sweaty hands gripped his hand. He pulled away with a slight movement. "It's good that you're alright. Let's call the police!"

"Okay, okay." Fatty Huang took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dialed a name.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Qian couldn't help but think to himself, "Hey, this fat guy seems to have connections!" He then ignored him, picked up the bag, and went upstairs.

The escort girl was always quite confident in her figure and appearance, and it wasn't just any rich man who could afford to hire her. Seeing that Zhang Qian didn't even glance at her, she realized that in this line of work, even with the best looks and figure, some people would look down on her. "If only I were a clean woman," she thought. But her mother's medical expenses were like a bottomless pit; with only a junior high school education, how could she possibly raise enough money without selling herself?

Fortunately, her mother was discharged from the hospital in another month, and she was able to pick up her dreams again and start anew. Hopefully, she could forget this sordid history.

When Fatty Huang saw Zhang Qian go upstairs, he didn't dare to call out to him. He just sighed inwardly, "He is indeed a master! A true hermit lives in seclusion."

The expert he was talking about was now skipping and hopping upstairs, gesturing wildly. "I'm so cool! So this is what it feels like to be an expert!" he exclaimed, using his phone as a mirror to fix his hair. "How about it? Aren't I handsome?"

I chuckled to myself while looking at my phone, never imagining that one day I would become a chivalrous hero who would speak out against injustice.

"Maybe I can really become a hero someday... hahaha."

Just then, an elderly neighbor was about to go out to throw out the trash. When she opened the door and saw this scene, she was instantly stunned. With a "thud," the trash bag fell to the ground, and leftovers from dinner, fish bones, and vegetable leaves were scattered all over the floor.

The narcissistic Zhang Qian turned around when he heard the noise, only to meet the old woman's wide eyes. An awkward atmosphere slowly spread, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

At this moment, there was complete silence; the air seemed to freeze, creating an extremely awkward silence that spoke volumes.

He is really handsome for only three seconds.

"Haha, haha, good morning." Zhang Qian chuckled awkwardly, shoving his hand, still holding his phone, into his pocket, spouting nonsense. The old woman looked at the dark night sky outside the window at the corner of the stairs, staring blankly at Zhang Qian.

"Haha." Zhang Qian frantically searched for the key, not wanting to stay here a moment longer, only to tragically discover that he couldn't find it...

"Huh? Where are my keys? Where are my keys?" I searched all my pockets, but they weren't there.

Zhang Qian chuckled awkwardly as he covered the keyhole and secretly channeled his spiritual energy inside. With a "click," the door opened, and he quickly slipped inside as if escaping for his life. How embarrassing, so damn embarrassing.

The old woman, carrying the trash, muttered, "How come we never noticed before that this young man was mentally ill? We need to tell Xiaojia to be more careful. Sigh, so young and already mentally ill, it's really pitiful..."

They went down the stairs with a thud.

Unfortunately, Zhang Qian's hearing had become incredibly sharp after his cultivation, and he heard everything clearly. His lips twitched; he was utterly ashamed. Besides, this old woman's granddaughter was the only person in the building who would greet him regularly. How was he supposed to face people after this?

So, when you're trying to show off, you have to be careful and keep it up from start to finish.

Most importantly, Zhang Qian's comedic personality is simply not suited for being pretentious!

Fortunately, Zhang Qian was easygoing. While eating fries and watching the game livestream, he forgot about it in the blink of an eye...