Xiao Jiu was right, he still wouldn't kill anyone, and he really didn't dare, unless it was a matter of life and death, An Chen would probably find it difficult to convince himself to end another person's life.
“Uh… you guys…”
Wang Zhaoyang, who had been lying on the ground, finally cleared his head and staggered to his feet.
“Who are you… Ah!”
His foot slipped, and he fell to the ground again, almost knocking himself out.
An Chen walked up to him, took out the small piece of paper he had written earlier, opened it, and showed it to Wang Zhaoyang.
“They tried to harm you, but you easily resolved it alone.”
Wang Zhaoyang sat on the ground, instinctively reaching out to take it, but An Chen swatted his hand away and moved the paper closer.
Wang Zhaoyang saw the words clearly and nodded repeatedly, though it was unclear if he fully understood.
An Chen retrieved the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, he reached into Wang Zhaoyang's pants pocket, took out his phone, dialed 110 on the emergency call screen, and then tossed the phone into Wang Zhaoyang's lap.
An Chen immediately turned and left.
“My savior, don’t leave, I…”
Just as Wang Zhaoyang was about to get up and chase him, An Chen suddenly turned back, his eyes fierce, and pointed a finger at Wang Zhaoyang.
An Chen gestured downwards with his finger, and Wang Zhaoyang immediately understood, squatting down.
An Chen then pointed at the two unconscious people next to him, and Wang Zhaoyang nodded vigorously.
“I’ll keep an eye on them!”
Only then did An Chen turn and leave again. He took Xiao Jiu with him, carrying the packaged fried noodles, and quickly walked out of the alley. After walking a short distance in the opposite direction from his home, he turned into a new alley.
An Chen was very familiar with his home area. Fortunately, this was a rural-urban fringe area, with low surveillance coverage and many dark, narrow alleys, making it easy to escape.
This was probably also why those two bandits chose to operate in this area.
Nancheng is highly developed, and its public security ranks among the top in the country; only places like this have slightly worse public security.
Still walking in the alley, An Chen heard the wailing of police sirens outside.
“Will that person do as you say?”
“I don’t know.”
An Chen shook his head.
“It’s best if he can help me keep it a secret; if not, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t do anything bad, so the police have no reason to target me.”
If it were people from Kunpeng, they might be more sensitive to him, but people from Kunpeng wouldn't necessarily have the time to handle all cases related to Cultivator, would they?
Probably, right?
An Chen deduced that this matter would most likely still be handled by the police.
As the two walked home, An Chen kept his head down in thought, recalling the entire operation just now, wondering if he had left any loopholes.
He had changed clothes beforehand and worn a mask. He used cash when buying the fried noodles, and the writing on the paper he showed Wang Zhaoyang wouldn't match his handwriting.
As for the combat process…
Wang Zhaoyang was face down the entire time; it would be strange if he saw anything. He did see him at the end, but he probably wouldn't recognize who he was.
The two bandits, needless to say, couldn't have clearly seen his figure from his appearance to the end of the fight. Most of the time, he was moving in their blind spots and peripheral vision.
The testimonies of the three might not match, but that wouldn't directly expose his existence.
If this Wang Zhaoyang was a bit simple-minded, like what was written on the paper, and took all the credit himself, that would be even better.
The two returned home, finished eating the packaged fried noodles, and just as they finished, a delivery driver rang the doorbell.
An Chen knew that the fried noodles weren't enough for Xiao Jiu, nor for himself, so he had ordered takeout in advance on the way.
Hmm… from now on, the cost of eating will be much higher.
Engel's coefficient is maxed out.
“Who is that?”
“He’s here to deliver food to us.”
“Deliver food? Do you have such good people here? Delivering meals to others?”
An Chen covered his forehead.
He hadn't yet explained the concept of food delivery to Xiao Jiu.
“This is a profession. They are responsible for delivering food from restaurants to diners, allowing people to eat without leaving their homes, and they receive payment for this.”
An Chen thought for a moment and then gave an analogy:
“You can think of it as escorting goods, except other escort agencies transport financial goods, while they transport food. Of course, usually no one tries to rob them.”
“Oh~ I understand!”
Xiao Jiu nodded as if enlightened, a smile appearing on her face.
“Your world is really fun.”
“Hmm, if you can’t Transmigrate back later, you can use your abilities to stay in this world and deliver food. It should be quite profitable.”
Xiao Jiu was already at Cultivation Level 11 of Qi Refining, and in three more minor Realms, she would reach Spirit Nurturing. Her physical condition was already very strong; she ran faster than an electric bike.
An Chen tried to imagine Xiao Jiu with a large insulated box on her back, running wildly on the sidewalk, faster than a car.
Hmm, it didn't seem unreasonable.
“Really? Can I try it?”
“No.”
An Chen shook his head, refusing.
“I was just joking; did you take it seriously?”
“You always look so serious; who can tell if you’re joking or not!”
Xiao Jiu pouted, a bit exasperated.
An Chen froze, then pinched his face and smiled.
“Maybe, I’m too serious.”
The doorbell suddenly rang again.
“Someone else is delivering food to us?”
Xiao Jiu’s eyes lit up.
“This much still isn't enough for you to eat?”
An Chen glanced at her, then walked to the door himself. He first looked out through the peephole and, finding it was a delivery driver, felt relieved.
His electric wheelchair had arrived.
“This is similar to the food delivery person just now, but they deliver goods, not food.”
After signing for it, An Chen dragged the large box into the house.
“What’s this?”
Xiao Jiu stopped eating and ran over to look at the large cardboard box.
“The electric wheelchair you’ve been thinking about.”
An Chen smiled as he opened the box and pulled out the wheelchair.
“Oh, right!” Xiao Jiu slapped her thigh, “I almost forgot!”
An Chen's mouth twitched.
Xiao Jiu really had the memory of a fish.
But he couldn't blame her. After all, for ordinary people, only two days had passed, but for Transcendents, it had been four days, and during this time, she also had to switch between the memories of two worlds, so forgetting was normal.
Watching An Chen assemble the electric wheelchair, Xiao Jiu eagerly sat down.
“Woohoo, let’s go!”
That day, when An Chen taught Zhang Youcai how to operate the electric wheelchair, Xiao Jiu listened very carefully, so she naturally learned it.
“Wait, not inside the house!”
“Bang!”
An Chen covered his forehead, looking at Xiao Jiu who had crashed into the wall, and the wheelchair that had overturned, its wheels still spinning.
Was this fellow really that impatient?