Chapter 353: Grand Gift

353. Chapter 353: Grand Gift

Afternoon.

Jiang Cheng was refining alchemy, when a knock sounded at the door.

There was also a familiar voice.

"Brother, it's me—open the door, I have something important to tell you."

"Brother Yang?"

Hearing Yang Chun's somewhat urgent voice, Jiang Cheng didn't dare to delay and went to open the door.

Outside, besides Yang Chun, the Ten-level Force Warrior who escorted him this morning was also there.

"Brother, stop refining that pill for now; the supervisor asked me to bring you with me to meet someone," Yang Chun reached out to grab Jiang Cheng's arm.

"Meet someone? Who?"

Jiang Cheng didn't dodge, but also didn't move.

Yang Chun paused, "It's the director of the City North Enforcement Bureau, Wang Tong."

"Wang Tong?"

Jiang Cheng wore a puzzled expression.

"I know you don't know him."

Yang Chun gave a wry smile, "But he's Xie Tian's backer; otherwise, would you think Xie Tian alone could openly do something like this?"

"I see."

Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up.

"So he knows that incident was done by me, and he's come to settle the score?"

"He may know, but it's probably not to settle the score with you."

Yang Chun said, "This time he came with a bodyguard—we know that guy, he's somewhat powerful, but trying to take you away here would be looking down on us. Even if he brings a few more people, we won't let him succeed."

"Then what does he want?"

A strange expression appeared on Yang Chun's face, "He wants to get to know you, and says he has a gift he wants to give you."

"Huh?"

At that point, Jiang Cheng was completely at a loss.

He had killed his henchman, which was like slapping him hard in the face, yet he not only wasn't angry, but now wants to come to his door to give him a gift?

He should know that Jiang Cheng had already put him on the Death List, and the only reason he hadn't acted was that his strength wasn't enough.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in meeting him."

After a brief daze, Jiang Cheng outright refused.

"Brother, the supervisor said the same, but Wang Tong is insistent, even saying that if you don't see him, he won't leave."

"Anyway, he's the director of the City North Enforcement Bureau; this time he came with a very low posture. The supervisor is junior, so it's hard to save face by refusing him. Hope you can go over; if you refuse, that's also fine."

Yang Chun helplessly, "But I guess he'll come straight over soon. Brother, you should go? Building good relations with these people will be beneficial for you in the future."

Jiang Cheng looked at him, thinking that today, one way or another, he would have to meet the other side.

Since that's the case, he'll go over; after all, he doesn't know what they look like.

The three hurried toward the villa where Gu Zhangkong was.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Cheng felt several gazes focusing on him.

Inside, besides Gu Zhangkong, there were three other people.

One of them, also from the Black Market, stood behind Gu Zhangkong.

The other two were unfamiliar, one sitting, one standing.

"So this must be little brother Jiang Cheng, right?"

The middle‑aged man seated on the sofa suddenly stood, walked toward Jiang Cheng, and extended his hand with a smiling face, saying:

"I've long heard of your great name."

Jiang Cheng frowned, "And you are?"

Wang Tong's smile tightened. "Brother Jiang, this is Director Wang of the City North Enforcement Bureau; he's here specifically to see you and has prepared a gift for you," Gu Zhangkong hurriedly added.

"Oh."

Jiang Cheng gave a noncommittal reply.

"No need for the gift. I'm not familiar with him, and I've already met you, so if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

"Little brother Jiang Cheng, don't be in a hurry."

Wang Tong silently withdrew his hand, his face still full of smiles, without any awkwardness.

"Jingshan, bring out that gift and let little brother Jiang Cheng see it."

Liu Jingshan took out a palm‑sized box from his body; when opened, it revealed a small white sword that looked very sharp.

"This is an S-level Psychic Weapon, the Electric Light Flying Blade."

Wang Tong said cheerfully, "I heard little brother Jiang Cheng has been busy refining alchemy and doesn't have a Psychic Weapon, so I picked one out. It's not very expensive; I hope you, Jiang Cheng, will accept it."

Upon hearing this, the others in the room showed varying degrees of shock in their eyes.

An S-level Psychic Weapon called 'not expensive'? This can harm a Grandmaster; even the most ordinary S-level costs over ten million.

If it's top‑tier, it's tens of millions, even up to a hundred million! Even Jiang Cheng felt a bit tempted.

A few days ago he went to settle a score with Xie Tian; the reason he didn't bring a weapon wasn't that he didn't want to, but that the weapon's grade was too low to break the opponent's defense, so fists were better.

As for Psychic Weapons.

He has never owned any.

Now, someone voluntarily brings one to his door—a S-level Psychic Weapon—and he won't need to replace it until his Spiritual Power reaches Grandmaster standards.

But it's only a slight stirring of the heart.

At his current rate of making money, not to mention a Psychic Weapon worth tens of millions, he could even afford ones costing hundreds of millions.

Why take someone else's thing, especially when that someone is Wang Tong.

"I accept Chief Wang's goodwill, but as for this item, please take it back."

Jiang Cheng said expressionlessly.

At the same time, he was also prepared to activate the Tianluo Umbrella at any moment.

Wang Tong's smile froze completely on his face.

"Brother Jiang."

Gu Zhangkong hurried forward, "This is also Chief Wang's goodwill. I think you should accept it; this Psychic Weapon will be enough for you to use for quite a long time."

As he spoke, he kept giving Jiang Cheng subtle signals.

To be honest, he hadn't anticipated Wang Tong's purpose in coming this time, but after a brief thought, he understood.

As the saying goes, enemies should be untied rather than bound, let alone the other party coming forward voluntarily and bringing a gift; if Jiang Cheng accepts, that would be ideal.

Everyone has a youthful time, unwilling to have their edges worn down, but once they truly are smoothed, there's actually nothing wrong with that.

"No need."

Jiang Cheng refused again.

If he accepted, wouldn't all his previous actions become a joke?

Question Wang Tong, understand Wang Tong, and finally become Wang Tong? Breaking the bottom line, there are only zero times and countless times.

Having said that, he strode outwards.

"Little brother! Little brother!"

Yang Chun hurriedly caught up, his face anxious.

In his view, Jiang Cheng's behavior was truly irrational.

As the proverb says, one does not strike a smiling person, and moreover, today's smiling person has an extraordinary status.

"Jiang Cheng, little brother, are you really not going to reconsider?"

At that moment, Wang Tong's voice rang out, his tone no longer friendly, but tinged with a chill. (End of chapter)