CHAPTER 337: CHAPTER 217: SUDDEN UPHEAVAL

The person who came was a casino guard, saying that the Modified Warrior Optimus wanted him to help find out if Lord Jian Lei was nearby.

Then Optimus arrived, and shortly after, Black Panther also came, bringing news from the big boss.

Wei Wushuang had already communicated with the Secret Pavilion, and upon hearing that Qu Jianlei wanted the data, they expressed that it wasn’t a problem to provide some.

It wasn’t out of sympathy for the fugitive, but because the head of the Secret Pavilion said he wanted some improved cultivation method.

The situation was rather strange because, outwardly, he was a fugitive everyone wanted to catch, yet two A-level big shots were secretly cooperating with him.

Qu Jianlei found it somewhat amusing yet exasperating, but he earnestly stated, "It’s impossible to give it for free; buy it with crystals."

The information from the Secret Pavilion was indeed valuable, but it was still far inferior to the cultivation technique he calculated.

Black Panther wasn’t surprised by this; he greatly recognized Qu Jianlei’s calculation ability—his rebirth was achieved through it.

So he just asked, "How should the fee be calculated?"

"As they see fit," Qu Jianlei replied offhandedly, then added, "My worth can’t be calculated the same way as before."

It wasn’t that he wanted to raise the price, but an A-level warrior’s level is undoubtedly much higher than B-level, which is a justified request.

Black Panther slightly frowned but didn’t object, instead asking, "Can’t we follow the previous agreement?"

He had a good relationship with Jamaari, so he could inquire about the previous dealings.

Hearing this, Qu Jianlei smiled, "What do you think?"

Black Panther thought for a moment and couldn’t help but add, "But Jianlei, your identity is sensitive now, about the price..."

That was enough of a hint. A sensitive identity makes the price hard to discuss, as the other side is also taking some risks.

"That’s why I’m leaving it to them," Qu Jianlei answered indifferently. "My calculations for cultivation methods are tiered."

Black Panther immediately understood, "If the price is low, you’ll give them a relatively inferior cultivation method?"

"A penny’s worth for a penny’s price," Qu Jianlei chuckled, as if selling bootlegs—everyone knows how to do it.

Black Panther actually cared about him, "But you’ve already provided the idea; what if they improve it themselves?"

"Then let them improve," Qu Jianlei wasn’t afraid of that, "if they can do it, they should give me less money."

Black Panther considered it for a moment, then asked, "This calculated... tiered model, should I warn them about it?"

Qu Jianlei spread his hands, answering carelessly, "Up to you, Jamaari knows, anyway."

Black Panther realized it made sense and decided not to worry about it.

"Oh, by the way, the big boss also mentioned that today’s incident was a bit too loud and hopes you’ll be more restrained in the future."

Qu Jianlei kept silent, pretending he didn’t hear it... Is there a need to explain?

As they were talking, a commotion came from outside the woods, and a dozen people approached.

It was the people from the casino bringing the Hedley Family members.

Qu Jianlei initially thought it was the casino guards who outnumbered them.

Unexpectedly, the casino only sent a guide who left after bringing the people to the edge of the woods.

The others, about a dozen, were all from the Hedley Clan, including two B-level warriors and four C-level ones.

"Are they crazy?" Qu Jianlei’s expression was a bit strange.

Black Panther’s perception wasn’t bad either, and he had an odd expression too, "I’ll hide first... If it really comes to a fight, let’s end it quickly!"

Qu Jianlei understood that Black Panther didn’t want to be caught, so he nodded slightly, "It’s fine, you might not need to take action."

An attributeless A-level should have no difficulty dealing with these small fry, right?

The Hedley Clan members entered the woods and saw Qu Jianlei, Xiao Moshan, and an exhausted Bentley sleeping soundly.

Bentley even made a slight snore, echoing far in the quiet night.

Slig also arrived, greeting first and then introducing his family members.

Mainly two B-level warriors, one named Kest and the other Wellington.

The latter was born into poverty, became an Ultimate Warrior with the Hedley Family’s support, and later married into the Hedley Clan.

So the main person responsible for the negotiations was Kest.

Qu Jianlei’s gaze was a bit peculiar, "We’re here to talk business, is it appropriate to have so many people involved?"

He was just waiting for them to show hostility so he could decisively act.

Kest glanced at the sleeping Bentley, realizing that he was the protagonist Benjamin of the extermination, likely fell asleep from exhaustion.

So the other side only had two people left, one of whom had to be distracted to protect Benjamin, seemingly... a good opportunity?

Yet almost instantly, he dismissed the idea: these are three slippery fugitives!

Ordinary people wouldn’t make such a mistake; would these people?

Thus, it’s almost certainly a trap. Kest concluded: Ha, do you think I’ll fall for it?

He smiled and cupped his hands, "Greetings, Lord Jian Lei, bringing so many people as the matters are quite distant."

Who remembers events from seventy years ago? Most of the people who knew the details are dead.

In such a big family, you’d expect records of events, but the problem is... such things are done but not spoken of.

The most secretive records of the clan may mention a sentence or two, such as adding some new industry.

The response time Qu Jianlei required was quite short, and now it was the middle of the night, so Kest couldn’t immediately figure out the situation.

Therefore, he brought over everyone who might know and those who manage the family history.

"I see," Qu Jianlei was speechless, "Then you all discuss and recall among yourselves first."

After speaking, he walked to the side, raised his hand, and pulled out a table and a few chairs, along with some drinks.

This would reveal he had a space artifact, which could easily draw others’ covetousness.

But Qu Jianlei no longer cared. When he had emptied the backup warehouse and research institute, could the process in between remain unnoticed?

Based on the summary of various intelligence, he had received relatively accurate information.

Outsiders unanimously speculated that he had a storage talisman, which, while having space functions, was much less valuable than a storage ring.

Since that’s the case, Qu Jianlei didn’t mind showing: I do have treasure that can store things.

He and Xiao Moshan leisurely sat there drinking, while the Hedley family was busy compiling past events.

"That house doesn’t seem to belong to him," someone objected to a claim.

"I remember there was a security officer living there, and he had lived there for almost twenty years."

"That’s my house being rented out," a voice suddenly spoke out, it was Bentley who had woken up at some point.

In fact, he hadn’t slept for five days and nights, and although guarding the tomb seemed easy, it took a toll on one’s mind and emotions.

Adding the fatigue from exerting full force just now, he fell asleep as a result of his body’s self-protection mechanism.

But he still had a sense of warning, knowing this wasn’t a place to sleep, he woke up slightly after gaining some strength back.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and murmured, "Who can remember my family’s properties better than me?"

Just with that sentence, it was enough, he was the last aggrieved party, though a solitary testimony, he had no reason to lie.

If the lie were exposed, the loss would definitely be greater than the current gain—Jian Lei might not even continue supporting him.

After speaking, he leaned back against the tree again, "Don’t mind me, continue calculating."

Oh wow, there’s a living history book here? The people who were arguing vehemently just now immediately fell silent.

A short while later, he let out soft snores again.

A trick, another trick! Kest pursed his lips in frustration: If I believe you’re asleep, then I’m a fool!

No one noticed the hint of greed in Wellington’s eyes.

Just as everyone was busy calculating, Wellington walked over to Qu Jianlei, smiling, "Jian Lei sir..."

Qu Jianlei didn’t guard against him at all, merely responding indifferently, "I’m no sir, I’m just like you."

As he replied, Wellington raised his hand, and a dense array of golden radiance appeared in his palm, slamming down on Qu Jianlei.

"No!~" Kest screamed in a heart-wrenching voice, "Are you fucking insane?"

"Can’t kill an A-level?" Wellington’s face was visibly distorted, appearing extremely ferocious.

His voice was piercing, "He has a bounty, and a storage talisman, it’s worth a gamble... What the hell?"

This palm was quite significant, merging techniques and spells.

At C-level, it was the Golden Sand Palm, with poor long-range power but excellent close combat effects.

By B-level, it became the Golden Needle Palm, with still not great long-range effects, but in close combat... it was invincible.

The golden attribute’s offensive measures were unmatched, firmly ranking first among the five major attributes.

Wellington was confident in this palm of his.

Never mind how powerful Jian Lei usually was, he admitted he was formidable, but could he survive this palm strike?

Yet, the next moment, he was stunned, this palm... failed to strike down.

"Is the Rock Armor Technique really that powerful?"

Being able to block the Golden Needle Palm at close range was, of course, not an ordinary technique, generally speaking, Rock Armor wouldn’t suffice.

Switching to Golden Armor Technique might work, but Wellington was very confident in his Golden Needle Palm.

He felt that even A-level Golden Armor might not withstand his Golden Needle Palm, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so impulsive.

But this palm failed to achieve anything, and he was suddenly filled with great alarm.

"What are you doing?" Qu Jianlei glanced sideways at him, furrowed his brow, and cast a Wind Binding Technique.

Then a Vine Technique followed, binding the man securely in place.

"Jian Lei sir, this is a misunderstanding," Kest was shocked, unable to help but shout, "Have mercy!"

With a flip of his wrist, Qu Jianlei already had a long blade in his hand.

The flash of the blade, and Wellington’s head flew off.

He then turned his head, glanced at Kest, bared his teeth in a grin, his white teeth gleaming brightly in the dark night.

"A misunderstanding? This misunderstanding is rather significant!"

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