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Ji Laizhi remained silent, for what he had just input was the most shameless, disgusting, and brainwashing Conceptual Skill in the Spy War World!
Moments later, a golden text appeared in the first special entry box. The Conceptual Skill stated that as long as the host uttered the phrase "I bet your gun is unloaded," all weapons aimed at the host would jam. If the user still attempted to fire, it would surely result in a catastrophic explosion.
"Hahaha! This is incredible! Truly worthy of being the flashy skill of the top-tier Anti-Japanese War Drama! Awesome! Tong Dad, you’re amazing!"
Due to the excessive energy consumed in crafting this skill, the other nine entries would be temporarily sealed until the Observers decided when to unlock them.
"System Uncle, thanks! You can take a break now!"
"Indeed, all human males are just big oafs, using people for their own gain. One moment they’re calling you 'father,' and the next they’re addressing you as 'brother.' Heh, goodbye!"
As the interface before him faded away, Ji Laizhi stood up and stretched. His already strong body cracked and popped with the movement. The noticeable change in his physical strength even enhanced his breathing ability. He took a deep breath, and the surrounding air whistled around him. After inhaling for a moment, he exhaled forcefully, sending waves rippling across the lake before him.
Refreshing!
Initially perplexed by his inexplicable journey to the Republican Era and early World War II, he now felt emboldened—who was afraid of whom?
Just as Ji Laizhi was reveling in his excitement, beams from several flashlights suddenly illuminated him.
"Ze Anzhi, raise your hands!"
Having lived in a time of prolonged peace, he instinctively raised his hands at the sound of such an authoritative command. However, halfway through the motion, he snapped back to reality.
"I’ve crossed over! I have powers now! Why should I raise my hands? What am I doing?"
Realizing this, Ji Laizhi dropped his hands and vanished from sight with a swift motion.
The areas illuminated by the flashlights were suddenly empty!
In an instant, a voice filled with fear rang out: "Shoot! Shoot!"
The sound of gunfire erupted like thunder.
Then came a chorus of screams that echoed through the darkness before fading away; the gunfire quickly ceased, and flashlights clattered to the ground.
Ji Laizhi's voice emerged like a devil's whisper in the shadows: "Why do you want to kill me?"
"You... you faked your death!"
"Faked my death? Nonsense! I just overate and took a nap!"
The next day, after the misunderstanding was resolved, Ze Anzhi, dressed in a new outfit, sat in the office of the director of the Training Base. Don't ask where the clothes came from; several people had been stripped last night.
Director Mao Renping wore a forced smile, continuously trying to comfort Ze Anzhi. "Xiao Ze, you have a generous heart. Look, the instructors at the base were nearly beaten to a pulp by you. How about we let this matter go? I can take charge and arrange for your compensation from Dayang. What do you think?"
Dayang, commonly known as Yuan Daitou, had a strong currency value. After Britain abandoned the gold standard, the pound's exchange rate plummeted, while China's silver exchange rate rose relatively. During that time, the exchange rate between silver and the pound was unstable but generally showed some appreciation of silver against the pound.
Before the United States abandoned the gold standard and implemented a devaluation policy, the exchange relationship between the U.S. dollar and silver was relatively stable, maintaining a conventional level during that period. In other words, money in this era still held value and was far from the chaos that ensued after the Kuomintang issued fiat currency, leading to prices fluctuating wildly.
This knowledge was something Ji Laizhi had come across while arguing online with those who glorified the Republican Era as a golden age.
Upon hearing about the compensation, a smile appeared on Ze Anzhi's face. To be honest, with his fierce-looking face, even when he smiled, he still looked intimidating. "Since you're being so polite, I won't hold back."
With that, he spread his hands on the table, signaling for the money.
Seeing that Tie Hannan, notorious for being tight-fisted in this base, was so lacking in common sense, Mao Renping could only awkwardly say, "I need to get approval from above first before I can have finance release it to you."
The table in front of Mao Renping collapsed under pressure.
"Don't talk nonsense if there's no money! Are you kidding me? I won't fall for that!" Ever since he learned last night that he had taken a bullet without injury—only his clothes were torn—Ze Anzhi had lost all reservations.
"Go ahead and try to kill me!"
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