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Zhong Kui's Diary
Fatty paused for a moment, cheered, and quickly ran back from the living room with the keys. He crouched down, inserted the key, and with a twist of his wrist, the key turned around.
Silently, the entire wall of the bathroom that had a mirror began to sink slowly. No wonder we couldn't find the Portal; it turned out this whole wall was a large iron door that could rise and fall.
Behind the wall was a luxurious living room, with a set of European-style sofas placed in the center. The sofas were high-end, inlaid with gold and silver, and the Coffee Table was filled with various fruits.
The sofa was a ++1 combination, with two handsome men sitting on the three-seater. One of them was Gu Quan from the video, while the other man, who was trimming his nails, I didn't recognize. I guessed he might be either Autumn Red Flag or Easily Water Cold.
Gu Quan did not stand up but smiled and nodded at us, indicating for us to sit down.
Fatty initially wanted to rush over and take action, but I held him back. Looking at Fatty's confused expression, I cursed inwardly. Damn it, one Wang Chuan is enough trouble for us; if these two have abilities like Wang Chuan, we are no match for them. Our guns have been taken away; why would you rush in? Are you looking to get yourself killed?
I couldn't say that out loud, so I could only smile and say, “Fatty, we need to be polite!”
Fatty shot me a disdainful glance but said nothing and sat down on the sofa beside me. He rummaged through the items on the Coffee Table for a while before grabbing an apple and taking a bite.
“Let me introduce you; this is Autumn Red Flag, one of our f4 group!” Gu Quan pointed to the handsome man beside him.
Autumn Red Flag casually nodded at us while lowering his head to carefully file his nails with a nail clipper. From time to time, he raised his hand to examine it closely as if we were far less important than his nails in his eyes.
Gu Quan picked up a remote control from beside him and pressed a button pointing towards where we had just come out. The wall silently rose again, closing off the Portal.
“Although you managed to leave the secret room, you took quite some time on the last challenge!” Gu Quan shook his head with a smile, seemingly regretful.
Damn it! Standing there talking nonsense; if I told you to go eat shit, would you obediently go to the bathroom? Crazy! I sighed bitterly and remained silent, waiting for Gu Quan to continue.
“If you had come out earlier, it would have been fine; seven... tsk tsk, too long!” Gu Quan leaned forward, lightly tapping his fingers on the Coffee Table, as if struggling with something. After a moment of tapping, he turned to ask Autumn Red Flag. “Red Flag, what do you think?”
“If Wang Chuan is correct, then this person's physique must be extraordinary. Although their IQ is somewhat low, it's not ridiculously so. At least they were quite quick in finding clues at first; they just lacked a bit of insight in the final challenge!” Autumn Red Flag blew on his nails but kept his gaze fixed on me.
Insight my ass! How dare he say my IQ is low! I could hear Fatty snickering beside me.
"My point is, let's test your physical abilities. If your fitness level is significantly higher than others, it wouldn't be a bad thing." After finishing this sentence, Autumn Red Flag continued to focus on filing her nails, appearing completely uninterested.
Gu Quan pondered for a moment, nodded, turned around, and said to me, "Zhong Zhengnan, right? Come with me for a physical test."
"Why should I?" My temper finally flared up as I shot a sideways glance at Gu Quan, my body leaning slightly forward, ready to explode if he said anything out of line.
"Why? Tsk tsk, to be honest, if I were to fight you, I would actually be a bit worried." Gu Quan's words comforted me somewhat; he seemed to recognize my strength.
However, Gu Quan quickly changed his tone: "I'm worried that I might break your toy. My plans can't continue then!"
"Come on, let's see if you can break me!" I sprang up suddenly and charged forward in one swift motion, raising my fist high to punch Gu Quan in the face.
Unexpectedly, my body came to an abrupt halt—not due to any irresistible force stopping me, but because Gu Quan had pulled out a gun from somewhere and was pointing it directly at my head. My forehead nearly collided with the barrel.
Seeing that I had stopped, Gu Quan smiled and reversed the gun's grip, handing it to me. "This is yours!"
I was taken aback for a moment before accepting the gun, unsure of what to do next.
Gu Quan rubbed his right hand over his left wrist, and I noticed that there was also a red cord tied around his wrist with three ping-pong ball-sized golden beads on it.
"Your gun is out of bullets. Why don't you load it and try shooting at me?" Gu Quan said with a smile.
Without hesitation, I pulled a magazine from my pocket and loaded it. Then I aimed at Gu Quan's chest and pulled the trigger. Motherfucker! Since you insist so strongly, it would be rude not to oblige!
Bang bang bang!
The bullets hit Gu Quan's body with several metallic clangs, sounding as if they were striking an iron plate. Gu Quan visibly swayed a few times and smiled at me. "Not bad!"
Damn it! I emptied the remaining bullets in one breath this time aiming for his head.
Bang bang bang bang!
Gu Quan's face emitted a series of metallic sounds. Upon closer inspection, I noticed several bullet holes on his face, with faint golden light flickering from within them. Could it be that he had cultivated the legendary Golden Face Iron Skin, making his skin so thick that it was outrageous?
Gu Quan smiled and said, "What did you rely on just now? Now I’ll answer you, just based on this!"
"Alright, what physical ability are we going to test?" I casually tossed the gun onto the Coffee Table. Since the handgun had no effect on him, what was the point of holding onto it?
Who exactly were these people? Bullets couldn't penetrate them; were they Iron Men? Right, during the moment Wang Chuan ambushed me, I fired several shots backward, thinking I had hit the Iron Plate wall. Now that I think about it, I must have hit Wang Chuan instead.
This means that the four-room two-hall space that imprisoned us and the Model Room Wang Chuan took me to might not be the same place. At the very least, there was a door leading into the Model Room. Also, since Wang Chuan wasn't afraid of bullets, why did he turn and leave when I pulled out my gun at the Foreign Trade Hotel? Did he not want to appear extraordinary in front of others?
In a fog of confusion, Gu Quan led us into another room, but Autumn Red Flag did not follow.
This room was quite spacious, roughly the size of half a basketball court, filled with various strange devices. These devices exuded an aesthetic design and looked very advanced and high-tech, resembling products from American sci-fi movies. There were square ones, round ones, long ones, and flat ones, all shimmering with dazzling cold light.
I looked around and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have any windows in this house in Moon Bay District? How do you sell such a house?"
Gu Quan was taken aback and asked in return, "Do you really think we're still in Moon Bay?"
Indeed, my guess was correct; how could a district wrap its rooms in iron sheets? After I fainted, Wang Chuan must have moved me to another location. Realizing this, I immediately fell silent.
"Come on, punch this!" Gu Quan walked to the center and pointed at a Ball.
This Ball was about the size of a soccer ball, floating directly in mid-air at chest height. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror and gleamed with cold light. My first impression was that it was a stainless steel ball. But how could a stainless steel ball float in mid-air? Moreover, punching a stainless steel ball would hurt.
Seeing that I didn't move, Gu Quan smiled slightly and punched the Ball. With a loud clang, the Ball shot away with a whoosh for about seven or eight meters before returning. An electronic synthesized voice emanated from inside the Ball: "Force: six hundred sixty-five! Level: six."
Gu Quan smiled lightly: "The unit is kilograms!"
My goodness, six hundred sixty-five kilograms! Based on his punch's force and using Fatty as an example—considering the law of conservation of mass, universal speed limit theory, Darwin's theory of evolution for monkeys, friction laws involving massage sticks and inertia laws related to Mistress—I roughly calculated that he could send Fatty flying... quite far.
Yes, I was somewhat incoherent. Anyone hearing this number would be at a loss for words. This guy's strength was so overwhelming that bullets couldn't penetrate him; could it be that he really was Iron Man?
I couldn't help but take a closer look at Gu Quan. His demeanor was very calm; he neither boasted nor deliberately downplayed himself, as if it were just a fact. When he noticed me looking at him, he smiled and nodded his chin towards the Ball, signaling me to start.
I raised my fist and gestured, asking, "Do you have boxing gloves?"
"Right, I forgot you're afraid of pain!" Gu Quan slapped his forehead, took a remote control from his pocket, and pressed a few buttons aimed at the Ball. With a series of hissing sounds, the surface of the Ball surprisingly transformed into leather.
"You can test it now!" Gu Quan gestured for me to proceed.
Gritting my teeth, I threw a straight punch at the Ball. With a pop, the Ball flew about three or four meters away before bouncing back.
"Force: 293; Level: two." A synthetic electronic voice announced.
Gu Quan frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the result. "Zheng Nan, I'm not joking with you. If you don't have any value to utilize, you'll end up in serious trouble!"
Damn it, even the threats were so blatant; it was quite disrespectful.
Gathering my energy, I shouted and threw a swinging punch at the Ball. Theoretically, a swinging punch should have much more force than a straight punch. Sure enough, this time the Ball flew about six meters away. The electronic voice reported 88 kilograms of force and level three.
Next, I threw two more punches—one measured 70 kilograms and the other 40 kilograms. Gu Quan nodded and waved for Fatty to give it a try.
Fatty gritted his teeth and prepared himself for a moment before leaping forward with a powerful swinging punch aimed at the Ball. Damn, that punch had an astonishing force of 414 kilograms. He continued to throw several punches, all exceeding 400 kilograms. It seemed that strength was proportional to mass; my physics teacher wasn't lying.
After Fatty finished his turns, Gu Quan led us to test other items—things like jumping ability and balance—various random tests. Each time, Gu Quan would first demonstrate, and our abilities were significantly inferior compared to his. The only area where both Fatty and I surpassed him was lung capacity, likely due to our frequent smoking.
"Good, good!" As we progressed through the tests, Gu Quan kept nodding in approval. Especially when he looked at me, it felt like a butcher eyeing a fat pig ready for slaughter or a wolf gazing at a beautiful woman undressed. Honestly, I really disliked his gaze, but what could I do? He was Iron Man after all.
"Alright, that's enough testing for now. I'll take you to rest first. Tomorrow I'll tell you what to do," Gu Quan said as he urged us toward another room.
Opening the door revealed a room decorated like a standard double hotel room; however, there were still no windows. Aside from that, everything one would expect in a hotel was present here—cigarettes, poker cards, instant noodles—even condoms.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Gu Quan casually asked.
"Whatever! Anyway, you can't make what we ordered!" I muttered.
"Haha, fine!" Gu Quan closed the door behind him and left.
After Gu Quan walked away, Fatty approached the door and pulled on it, feeling discouraged. "As expected, it's locked from the inside."
"That's good; it saves us from thinking about escaping." I lay down, using my hands as a pillow. "Fatty, you and I are being experimented on just like White Mouse. What exactly is their scheme?"
"I don't know!" Fatty replied decisively, mimicking my position on the bed. "But it seems they want to use our bodies. Didn't you hear what Gu Quan said earlier? He's worried about damaging your... if his plan is to proceed."
"Yeah, it looks like this mystery can only be unraveled tomorrow!" I said with a bitter smile.
The two of us chatted aimlessly for a while until it became dull. Fatty turned on the TV, pressed a few buttons on the remote, and found a channel playing Stephen Chow's 'Kung Fu.' He tossed the remote aside, and we watched without a care.
Just as Fire Cloud Evil God was punching Stephen Chow's head into the ground at the casino, the door opened, and a child walked in with his head down, carrying a tray with rice and dishes.
The child placed the tray on the table and turned around just in time to meet my gaze. Hey, isn't this the kid I saw at the entrance of Moon Bay District?
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