The group chatted idly, paid their bill, and left. The shop owners, a middle-aged couple, approached Chu Ge's table with smiles: "What would you two like to eat?"
Chu Ge was still half-open, watching the fat man's chubby backside disappear outside the door. He really wanted to chat with this reader who had punched him across the internet, but after racking his brains for a while, he couldn't figure out how to start a conversation.
"I am Chu Ge?"
That would be too awkward.
Or maybe your punch across the internet wasn't enough? I'm standing right here, come and hit me!
In that moment of hesitation, the other person was already gone. Chasing after them would be even more awkward, so he could only watch them leave, forgetting even to respond to the shop owner's words.
Meanwhile, Qiu Wuji, who had once stood like a wooden figure watching Chu Ge speak during his public appearances, was now a mature, paper-thin character, able to order food himself…
"Two bowls of beef noodles, both with eggs."
The shop owner left with a smile.
At the same time, Qiu Wuji transmitted her voice secretly: "These people are discussing something here. I'll follow them with my divine sense and see what else they have to say." Qiu Wuji rarely used magic, especially her divine sense, now that she wanted to prolong her stay, which showed that this group of ability users had greatly piqued her interest.
And what's more, it's quite a coincidence... to think that these were actually Chu Ge's readers, and that they liked reading Qiu Wuji's work, she found it truly fascinating.
Chu Ge snapped out of his daze and lowered his voice, saying, "That fat guy was able to hit me through the internet today. I think that ability is pretty overpowered... Although his strength is weak, the effect of tracking information through the network is something even top-tier hackers can't achieve. I don't know if he can only use his fists or carry a weapon. A mere fist illusion is fine, but if he could carry a knife, then he could truly kill without leaving a trace..." Qiu Wuji nodded slightly, "I said their abilities are interesting. That young man who said he wanted to see Qiu Wuji, he has a mind-controlling technique that can work on me, but unfortunately, its flaws are obvious, so its practical value is hard to assess..."
"A mind-controlling technique can work on you!" Chu Ge understood the weight of those words better than anyone.
This wasn't some pretty girl with a ponytail, but the divided soul of a cultivator undergoing tribulation... What kind of concept is it that a mortal's special ability can work on such a being?
Moreover, as the female protagonist of a web novel, Qiu Wuji's avoidance of such ridiculous situations is top-notch. No evil cultivator could possibly use any tricks on her; this is a rule-based protection that transcends all established settings.
"Oh right, the world's different now, the rules are different..." Chu Ge tapped his forehead, still finding it unbelievable. Compared to that, the blue pill's ability to "slap the idiot on the other side of the internet" seemed quite ordinary...
Qiu Wuji smiled and said, "Since you're a reader, what bad intentions could you possibly have?"
"Uh, this relationship is certainly closer than ordinary people's, but if our stances are truly different, this relationship is useless."
"What stance could someone like you, living a peaceful life, possibly have to be involved in?"
The shopkeeper brought over the noodles, and the two stopped talking for a moment, lowering their heads to eat.
"They went to a nearby nightclub. The way they spoke made it seem like they timed it perfectly—a midnight showing," Qiu Wuji transmitted telepathically.
Chu Ge nodded, glancing at the time; it was almost midnight.
The two exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away. Midnight shows, huh? They'd seen them all before.
Qiu Wuji gritted her teeth, "Are you thinking of going again?"
Chu Ge quickly pledged his loyalty, "What's so interesting about that? You're much more attractive... uh..."
Qiu Wuji's eyebrows shot up. What do you want to see in me?
Chu Ge tried to salvage the situation, "You're more attractive even without taking your clothes off... uh..."
Qiu Wuji nearly shoved her face into his.
Just as she was about to explode, she suddenly raised an eyebrow: "The fun is here. Stick your head out."
Chu Ge pulled his seat back.
Qiu Wuji snapped, "I'm not hitting you, I'm sharing what I see with you."
Chu Ge cautiously stuck his head out. Qiu Wuji glanced quickly at the shopkeeper, then pretended to get a tissue to wipe Chu Ge's sweat, reaching out to wipe his forehead.
Before Chu Ge could react, his mind exploded. Images of the two streets away appeared clearly, and he could even hear the sounds.
The four of them, including the fat man and the young man writing, swaggered to the entrance of a nightclub. The nightclub appeared closed, but burly security guards stood at the door, making it seem less completely closed.
Seeing the group trying to enter, one of the burly men stepped forward to stop them: "We're closed. Please come back tomorrow."
Chu Ge watched as the young man turned around and wrote two words on his face with a pen: "Dad."
When he turned back to the burly man, his expression changed: "Uh, Dad, what are you doing here? Wait, why did you write that on your face?"
The young man said, "Can't I bring a few friends to have some fun?"
"Uh, no, it's not really appropriate here..."
"Alright, it's just that kind of thing, I understand! Don't make me lose face in front of my friends." The young man patted the burly man's shoulder and led the group inside. The burly man wanted to stop them but couldn't, his expression incredibly awkward.
Chu Ge was astonished.
What kind of bizarre superpower is this?
"This is the forced acceptance of the words written on his face... but the reaction varies depending on the opponent's ability. He might make me feel handsome, but it's impossible for me to like him, let alone recognize him as my father. There are still differences in degree; it needs training, but the potential is limitless." Qiu Wuji's telepathic message came at the right time: "In any case, I really can't figure out how the mechanism works. The only thing I can confirm is that the words must be visible to the other party; small writing won't work." Chu Ge twitched his cheek, somewhat wanting this ability but also feeling like an idiot, both useful and useless. After hesitating for a few seconds, he continued watching the show.
The four people over there found an empty table and sat down. The waiter assumed that those who came in at this time must be VIP members and enthusiastically let them order.
As soon as they finished ordering, the pole dancing started inside, officially beginning at midnight. The fat man secretly took out his phone and secretly filmed a few seconds of video, quickly transmitting it. Chu Ge couldn't tell who it was transmitted to, presumably the police?
Yes, he sent it directly to the computer screen of the 110 duty officer, along with the address. He didn't know how he did it. There were several police officers on duty; this was blatant filming, there was no way to hide it.
Nothing happened for the moment. Qiu Wuji's fingers temporarily left Chu Ge's forehead. The two exchanged a glance and asked in unison, "Should we go check it out?"
Then they both laughed, losing all appetite for their noodles, quickly finishing their bill and leaving.
The owners, a husband and wife, were also exchanging glances at the cashier. Seeing Chu Ge ride away on his bicycle, the owner muttered, "That young couple is acting strangely..."
The wife said, "Why do you care so much about them! That guy surnamed Zhong shortchanged us by three cents; we'll get it back tomorrow!"
Chu Ge, riding his bicycle with Qiu Wuji, had just arrived at the nightclub entrance when the police arrived.
To Chu Ge's surprise, not only the police but also Lin Wuyang were there.
Without a word, the police broke down the door, and chaos erupted inside, accompanied by screams from a woman.
Chu Ge frowned slightly… Lin Wuyang was from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, not the District Bureau or a police station, and his department should be quite special. A routine raid on prostitution shouldn't require him to be involved… Could there be a major case like an underground boxing match here?
Qiu Wuji whispered, "They said the person who hired them was Boss Zhang."
Chu Ge said, "Could it be Zhang Qiren's place again? Is his brother setting him up? Or vice versa, is he setting his brother up?"
Qiu Wuji nodded. Generally, that was the likely conclusion. Zhang Qiren was obviously in the middle of a power struggle at home, either being targeted or setting someone up.
This time, Lin Wuyang's operation went more smoothly than the last time at the Miracle Nightclub, because last time the midnight prostitution scene had already ended, but this time they caught them red-handed. This gave him ample reason to conduct a more thorough search. Before they even found the underground boxing match, they found customers using drugs.
Lin Wuyang's expression turned extremely ugly. He sneered at a young master who came out to greet him, "Wang Zhenkun, even if you bring ten more fathers and a hundred more people to pressure me this time, you'll still be stuck in jail. Go to hell!"
Wang?
Isn't it the Zhang family vying for the throne?