"What's he doing?" Li Chen couldn't quite understand Xu Mo's actions.
Wasn't he supposed to go in and negotiate with the robber?
What was he doing now?
Playing with gold bars? Toying with the robber??
To be honest, Xu Mo's method of using gold bars to attract the robber's attention was good.
And judging by the robber's reaction, he was definitely interested in the gold bar in Xu Mo's hand.
If Xu Mo continued along this path,
He could use the gold bar as an excuse to get closer to the robber, then subdue him quickly when he wasn't paying attention.
But now, no one could understand what Xu Mo was doing.
The robber was clearly interested in the gold bar, so he should keep deceiving him in this situation!
What was the point of just tossing the gold bar around?
Wouldn't this behavior risk angering the robber?
What if the robber felt Xu Mo was playing him and hurt someone in a moment of agitation?
However, what they couldn't have anticipated was yet to come.
"You should be able to distinguish the sound of gold from iron. So, do you believe now that what I'm holding is a real gold bar?" Xu Mo said to the robber, "If you want the gold bar, put down the knife, release the hostage, and walk outside. You'll see for yourself, the ground is covered with gold bars. Just pick up a few, and it'll be enough for you to spend for a long time!"
The police officers: "??"
For a moment, they couldn't tell if they had gone mad or if Xu Mo had.
What kind of negotiation was this?
Wasn't this just treating the man like a complete idiot?
Put down the knife, release the hostage, and you'll get gold bars? Could the robber possibly believe such nonsense?
At this point, even Han Fei began to feel that letting Xu Mo go in to negotiate with the robber was a complete mistake!
Negotiation? What negotiation!
Xu Mo's approach could easily provoke the robber's dissatisfaction.
If things went wrong, the robber might harm someone again!
Just as everyone was on edge, worried that the robber might be provoked by Xu Mo and hurt someone again, something completely unexpected happened.
The robber's eyes lit up as he stared at the ground outside the bank.
He kept muttering, "Gold bars... gold bars... Hahaha, I'm rich!"
With a "clang," the robber dropped the knife in his hand.
He released the hostage and walked straight towards the exit.
During this time, the robber's eyes were fixed on the ground outside the bank, as if he had seen a mountain of gold.
At this moment, the police officers were dumbfounded.
What the hell was going on?
Had the robber... gone mad??
What was he thinking, dropping the knife and releasing the hostage to run outside?
Didn't he know there were police officers everywhere outside? Wasn't he afraid of being caught?
The robber ran outside the bank and knelt on the ground.
He cupped a handful of air with both hands, laughing hysterically like a madman.
He even grabbed a fistful of air, bit into it, and then examined that part of the air.
"Hahahahaha, gold... it really is gold!"
The police officers: "??"
They couldn't understand what the robber was doing, but they were shocked.
How could someone who seemed normal just moments ago suddenly go mad?
And what gold... where was the gold?
"What are you looking at? Cuff him!" Han Fei slapped Wang Dachuan on the head.
"Yes, sir!" The latter immediately grabbed the handcuffs and scurried over.
He cuffed the robber who was still going crazy over thin air.
After being handcuffed, the robber became even more frantic.
"Don't touch me! My gold... don't any of you try to steal it from me!"
"Heh, there's no gold, but you do have a limited edition pair of 'silver' handcuffs," Wang Dachuan sneered as he pushed the robber towards the police car.
At that moment, Xu Mo shouted from inside the bank.
"The negotiation expert isn't dead yet, he's still breathing!"
He then took out his phone and called for an ambulance.
Hearing this, Han Fei immediately ran into the bank.
He placed his hand on the negotiation expert's nose and found that he was indeed still breathing, albeit very weakly. It seemed he had passed out due to excessive blood loss.
Fearing the man might not last until the ambulance arrived, Han Fei performed some basic first aid to help stop the bleeding.
After doing all this, Han Fei looked at Xu Mo with a puzzled expression.
"What happened just now? How did the robber suddenly go mad?"
Han Fei believed that the robber's sudden madness couldn't be a coincidence; it must have had something to do with Xu Mo.
But how Xu Mo had made the robber go mad, Han Fei didn't know.
"He's not mad," Xu Mo shook his head. "He was just hypnotized. Psychological suggestion. He'll be fine in a bit."
"Hypnosis? So when you were playing with the gold bar earlier, it was to hypnotize the robber? You know hypnosis?"
"Mm, a little bit."
"That can't be easy to learn, who taught you?"
"Uh... I read it in a book, learned a bit from there."
Han Fei: "??"
Again with the 'read it in a book'. How come everything was from books? Was Xu Mo's knowledge really that broad?
Suddenly, Han Fei remembered something.
"Back in Jiangcheng City, did you use the same method to make that criminal confess?"
Xu Mo gave a vague answer.
"More or less, same idea."
At this time, the Lobby Manager walked over to Xu Mo and Han Fei.
He kept thanking Xu Mo profusely.
"Thank you, thank you so much. If you hadn't saved me, I... Never mind, I won't say anything more. To repay you for saving my life, if there's anything I can help with in the future, just let me know. As long as I can help, I won't hesitate!"
Xu Mo looked at the gold bar in his hand, then at the Lobby Manager.
"Does your bank accept gold bars? The bank's investment gold bars."
The Lobby Manager also looked at the gold bar in Xu Mo's hand, then nodded.
"Yes, we do! Do you have a certificate?"
"Well..." Xu Mo scratched his head. "I didn't grab the certificate at the time, I was too busy grabbing the gold bars."
Then he turned to Han Fei.
"Captain Han, I want to sell this batch of gold bars. As you know, every gold bar I have was legitimately robbed from a bank. Their source is absolutely clean. Can you help me prove this, maybe give me some kind of official police stamp?"
Han Fei: "..."
Lobby Manager: "??"
Legitimately... robbed from a bank?
And the source is absolutely clean??
Are you sure there's nothing wrong with what you just said?
How come it sounds more like something a bandit would say, not a police officer!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
