The woman placed her hand on the man’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, “If only you could become a professor, then we wouldn’t have to be so discreet, and you could do whatever you wanted…”
The man smiled confidently and said, “It will take some time.”
The woman’s pupils contracted slightly, and she gazed deeply at the man before her.
He said it would take time, but he hadn’t said it was impossible, which meant he was confident in his ability to become a ‘Professor’!
Every ‘Professor’ in the Academy stood at the apex below the Cataclysmic level, each possessing the strength of the Cataclysmic True Sequence realm!
The man glanced at the woman, a flicker of disdain flashing through his eyes.
This woman, despite her long lifespan, had always possessed such narrow vision. He had no desire to be merely the apex below the Cataclysmic level.
Qiao Kun had already run outside the museum. This time, no one should be able to stop Wen Wen from obtaining the information. It was always more convenient to act oneself than to rely on a puppet.
After a brief pursuit, Wen Wen found Qiao Kun.
Outside the museum, Qiao Kun’s physical condition was not much different from that of an ordinary human. He found a motorcycle and mounted it. He placed a finger on the motorcycle and muttered a few words, and the motorcycle roared to life.
As an apprentice, Qiao Kun didn’t need complex procedures to steal a motorcycle.
However, as soon as the motorcycle started, before it had traveled ten meters, Qiao Kun found himself unable to move forward. A glance behind him nearly made his breath seize.
Behind him stood a man in a long red robe. His face was indistinct, but he was holding the rear of the motorcycle with one hand, lifting it and preventing it from moving!
“Alaka…”
Before Qiao Kun could finish his words, Wen Wen slapped him across the mouth, cutting off his incantation.
Then, Wen Wen grabbed Qiao Kun by the collar, lifted the motorcycle with one hand, stalled it, and placed it back where it was.
“Before I bought my first car, I had a motorcycle. Later, while I was on a case, someone stole my motorcycle, which is why I hate thieves.”
As Wen Wen spoke, he hung Qiao Kun upside down on a lamppost. Every time Qiao Kun tried to speak, Wen Wen would interrupt him.
“Later, I found that thief, got my bike back, broke his legs, dug up all his dirt, and handed him over to the police.”
He fiddled with the rope for a moment until Qiao Kun’s head was level with his own. Then, he stopped and patted Qiao Kun’s cheek, saying, “I didn’t kill the person who stole my bike, so if you answer my questions properly, I’ll let you go.”
“What do you want… to ask,” Qiao Kun mumbled, his cheek already swollen from Wen Wen’s slap.
Wen Wen’s lips curved upwards. “I want all the information you have about Wen Rui!”
Qiao Kun, his face contorted, said to Wen Wen, “I can’t!”
Wen Wen tilted his head and extended a finger. His fingernail grew long and sharp before Qiao Kun’s eyes, imbued with a terrifying crimson hue. Then, this finger pressed against Qiao Kun’s chest.
The skin near his chest instantly became covered in red veins. The unbearable pain made Qiao Kun writhe like a salted fish out of water.
“This is a very potent toxin. If I increase the dosage, you will suffer ten times more than you are now. If I increase it further… you will die a slow, agonizing death, and it will be incurable!”
The poison Wen Wen used on Qiao Kun was the blood poison of a vampire. After sending out the Cataclysmic level monsters, two slots on Wen Wen’s right hand were left vacant.
“I… won’t say it, I’ll die before I say it!”
Qiao Kun glared at Wen Wen, his voice bordering on hysterical.
Wen Wen frowned. He might not be able to get anything out of him this way. Should he try to destroy his sanity completely with madness?
Suddenly, Wen Wen’s hair stood on end. A sense of crisis filled his mind. He rapidly retreated a dozen meters and looked at the spot where he had been standing.
There, in the place where he had been, a middle-aged man in a long robe, holding a scroll, had appeared unnoticed.
As the man lowered Qiao Kun, he smiled at Wen Wen and said, “If you want information about Wen Rui, you can just ask me. No one knows better than I do…”
Wen Wen’s pupils dilated slightly. Upon seeing him, many things became self-evident.
Because he was Wen Rui!