I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan held a piece of rolled gray cloth, pondering slightly.

There were many things he didn’t quite understand, for instance, since The Rich could appraise people, he should have a good eye for things, so why didn’t he escape immediately but instead dared to take action.

Wen Yan was very surprised by this, he was ready to taunt as soon as The Rich showed any signs of wanting to escape.

He also didn’t quite understand, The Rich recognized who he was, so why did he try to bury him with sand, to suffocate him?

Was he hoping that the pressure of the sand could crush and kill him inside?

After thinking it over, Wen Yan could only conclude that this Nanyang guy had intelligence channels, but they weren’t very reliable.

Moreover, this guy probably didn’t have many friends in the Divine Land.

Not even mentioning people from the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, but anyone slightly connected would know about the Calamity Protector Goddess Talisman, and that Wen Yan had once been deeply involved in that matter.

Or those who know Wen Yan likes to play in the water would guess that the chances of drowning or suffocating him are very slim.

As for relying on the dunes to swallow him up or the heavy pressure to crush him, that’s also wishful thinking.

Wen Yan’s Yang Energy was simply the strongest, surpassing the expected intensity at this stage, which was due to the Scorching Sun Fist and Scorching Sun.

And his body wasn’t weak at all, the strongest part was his bones.

Each month’s supply of Tiger Bone, he couldn’t even use it all, with most of it used for making medicine.

Having heard that the Strengthening Bone Pill was quite valuable and troublesome to produce with low output, Wen Yan took it easy.

Even if his current daily intake had dropped by almost 90% from his peak, the result after sedimentation was still that his bones were much stronger than his muscles.

Thinking carefully about it, it truly was a fight over intelligence, if that guy had more intelligence, he wouldn’t have failed before even using several abilities.

According to The Rich’s tactics, under normal circumstances, whether facing a Martial Artist, an armed Field Agent, or a Taoist, here he had absolute geographical advantage.

Unfortunately, there’s no ”if”.

Wen Yan now only hoped that The Rich wouldn’t have too tight of a mouth.

Pawnshop, The Rich, these two words appearing together basically confirmed what The Rich meant.

When Wen Yan checked the materials before, he found similar names, one being an idle official whose exact title he had forgotten, but he remembered it involved loafing around in court with nothing important to do.

He even checked later, back at Old Zhao’s Family, and indeed there was an official title of The Rich.

Later on, for some reason, it became associated with a pawnshop.

When he was around ten, he read some stories that depicted pawnshops, describing their high counters, far higher than those of regular shops.

People coming to pawn items would have to lift them high and pass them through a small window, as if making an offering, thus The Rich gradually took on another meaning.

The deeply remembered scenes were those in movies or TV dramas where poor families, unable to survive, came to pawn items, with a servant outside the counter shouting price-lowering phrases like ”tattered coat, worm-eaten and rat-chewed”.

As for The Rich, they act like appraisers, considered core technical personnel in the pawnshop.

Having The Rich come to Divine Land as a pioneer, even going undercover among those Ghost Wealth Gods, signified considerable importance placed on it.

Looking at it from this system perspective, these Ghost Wealth Gods likely just held nominal titles, but actually, according to Wen Yan’s understanding, they were just salesmen under this pawnshop system.

Moreover, their superiors were extremely corrupt, handling the most dangerous and dirty tasks, and eventually, all the so-called money flowed into the pawnshop.

Now, Wen Yan somewhat understood why their contracts resembled patched-together Devil Contracts.

Because their main business truly wasn’t that, and they used these Ghost Wealth Gods merely as Parus.

Although The Rich used something to conceal part of the information, Wen Yan still immediately thought of one thing.

In the past, on a forum that borrowed the Server Domain to evade tracking, he had seen a post.

A person from the Fateless Pawnshop made a post, deleting it after three seconds.

It claimed to buy and sell various things, including but not limited to professional abilities, the flesh, soul, spirituality, lifespan, etc.

It specifically mentioned at the end, ”truly not a devil.”

Looking back now, this statement should indicate overlapping business areas with traditional devils, but with different professions and focus directions.

Wen Yan had previously checked the records of the Scorching Sun Department, and the earliest record, from fifty years ago, documented related things in handwritten form.

At that time, someone from Nanwu County made a report stating he had pawned one of his eyes, but the pawnshop did not fulfill the promise to send him to Nanyang.

For several decades afterwards, the Scorching Sun Department had no more records of the Fateless Pawnshop.

The report mentioned Nanyang back then, and this time it was basically confirmed that The Rich came from Nanyang, linking them together.

The Rich caught this time was likely related to the Fateless Pawnshop.

Moreover, considering their particular fondness for using black Paru labor, the person posting on the forum might also have been a salesperson.

Wen Yan took out his phone and searched using keywords such as Nanyang, pawnshop, pawnshop, and Fateless Pawnshop.

The information provided had very few connections, and was all within the past ten years.