Chapter 334: Void's Grasp Reaches the Underworld

The real world.

"Achoo!" A youth, around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old and wearing an administrative jacket, sneezed while visiting the Chongyang District College Student Entrepreneurship Incubation Base to guide their work.

Seeing this, the entourage hastily stepped forward to express their concern. The youth waved his hand, signaling the person in charge of the base to continue the introduction.

After the meeting ended, he took the hot water handed by his secretary and told the secretary to prepare the contents of the speech he would give at the workers' assembly later. Once the secretary withdrew, he was the only one left in the entire conference room.

Previously, he had been "sick" for more than a month. First, there were some matters he didn't want to get involved in, so he used illness as an excuse to avoid them. The new provincial governor didn't say anything about this either; after all, since the youth took the position of Chongyang District Mayor, the economy had grown at a visible rate. This was a God of Wealth that needed to be worshipped.

Second, the youth had some private matters to handle, and they were very urgent.

Ding!

The youth lit a cigarette. His thoughts gradually drifted far away, and he couldn't help but recall a conversation in a certain coffee shop a month ago.

…

The youth's voice was extraordinarily majestic, and an aura of a person in power erupted from him.

The person opposite him looked up and down at this dragon among men. Although it was their first time meeting, people in business were very familiar with the information of the person in front of him. It could only be said that his future was limitless.

The person opposite him frowned. The two of them had no previous interactions. To suddenly invite him out today and say such things truly left him somewhat shocked, and even alarmed.

The youth had been observing the changes in the expression of the person opposite him all along. Suddenly, he noticed that the other party's eyes had changed, becoming cold.

He saw the other party glance at his Watch, and then say flatly, "In one more minute, you will fall into a coma and sleep for three days. Remember to ask for sick leave in advance."

Hearing this, the youth's expression didn't change. He merely looked down at his own coffee cup, and then slowly closed his eyes. Images began surfacing in his mind, presenting or predicting one by one the entire process from the waiter making the coffee to serving it, as well as the possible moments the person opposite him could have drugged it. All of this surfaced in his mind.

If the players in Hell learned of these scenes in his mind, their jaws would definitely drop, because...

This was the embryonic form of Distance-Free Technique!

For someone from the Living World who hadn't acquired Hell's Mental Cultivation Method to actually grope out the embryonic form of Distance-Free Technique, he was simply a monster.

After about ten seconds, the youth slowly opened his eyes: "Theoretically speaking, you didn't have an opportunity to drug me."

"Oh, is that so?" The person opposite him took a sip of coffee and said flatly, "Then why did you pick up your phone?"

The youth's mouth said that the other party had no opportunity to drug him, but his body was very honest. He had taken out his phone and seemed to be drafting a text message.

The youth's face didn't turn red, and his heart didn't skip a beat. Hearing this, he didn't even look up: "Theory is theory. I won't rule out the possibility of you drugging me just because of theory."

"At this age, to have this kind of cognition and Mental State is truly terrifying, but..."

"It's too late!"

As the words of the person opposite him fell, the youth's consciousness began to dissipate, and his eyelids became increasingly heavy. Right before falling into a coma, he looked coldly at the person opposite him, like a venomous snake memorizing the appearance of its prey.

The youth slumped onto the table and fell into a deep sleep. His phone dropped to the ground, displaying an unfinished text message that he hadn't had time to send out.

【Idiot, immediately terminate the with...】

Little did he know, this unsent text message would torture him constantly for the next month, filling him with regret every moment.

Three days later.

The youth woke up on a hospital bed. Just as his consciousness returned, he suddenly heard terrible news. His expression fluctuated between dark and clear, and ultimately...

He spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the pure white hospital bed red, and fainted once again.

Two days later.

The youth returned to that coffee shop again.

This time, he brought the police. Not only did they retrieve the surveillance footage, but they also "invited" the store manager and the waiters to the police station for a chat.

However, whether it was the surveillance or the testimonies, the person opposite him had no opportunity to drug him, and the person opposite him had not made any suspicious movements from beginning to end.

According to sampling and testing, there was no drug residue on the chair the person opposite him sat on either.

In other words, the drug that caused the youth to fall into a coma appeared in his cup out of thin air.

Naturally, no one believed this conclusion.

But the facts were right there.

In the police station conference room, after the chief finished reporting and sat down, everyone looked at the youth sitting in the main seat, ready to face his wrath.

What kind of international joke was this? A district mayor of a district, even if a deputy, being drugged in broad daylight; the nature of this incident was extremely severe.

It was conceivable that for a very long time to come, the public security of Chongyang District would be used as a typical negative example and subjected to various criticisms. Their subsequent work would also turn into sweeping out the underworld, fighting evil, cracking down on contraband drugs, and the like.

"Thank you for your hard work."

The youth didn't lose his temper. He looked at Chief Liu and said, "Compile the statistics for the national crime rate over the past five days. Email it to me before ten o'clock tonight."

Everyone felt apprehensive, and a certain unlucky chief's phone blew up with 【consolation】 calls from various levels, but that's another story.

When the youth returned home, it was already around nine in the evening, and his wife and child had long since gone to sleep.

He sat on the sofa and pulled out a cigarette from his Cigarette Case. It was a thin cigarette. Then he remembered that a certain idiot extremely hated people who smoked thin cigarettes, so he went downstairs and bought a pack of Ziyun.

Usually always preferring to maintain a proper posture, he was now half-lying on the sofa, smoking dejectedly.

Not long after, his phone rang. Looking at the statistics of the national crime rate over the past five days sent by Chief Liu, the youth was first taken aback: the crime rate trended towards the average. Immediately after, he closed his eyes, pondering the logic behind this.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shone through the window. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

The youth's eyes were bright. His entire person was like an unsheathed treasured sword.

He picked up the phone, asked for a month of sick leave, hung up the phone, and murmured to himself: "I cannot go against my faith, and I cannot betray the trust of the Party and the people. This is an issue, and it's also a bottom line I absolutely cannot cross."

There is a kind of person in this world who has had smooth sailing since childhood. They've never lost and simply don't know the taste of defeat. Therefore, for this kind of person, problems simply don't exist, because they use the conviction of inevitable victory as the core to support the operation of their entire logical system.

…

The sound of the door opening pulled the youth's thoughts back to reality. The secretary at the door reminded him that the workers' assembly was about to begin.

The youth stood up, straightened his clothes, adjusted the national emblem pin on his collar, took out his Chest Plate from his pocket, and pinned it to his chest. The afternoon sun was exceptionally glaring. Shining on the Chest Plate, five characters could be seen on it:

【Deputy District Mayor: Chen Yang】