Reincarnation Paradise Park

Chapter 997: Chapter 85: Bubu Wang’s Conqueror’s Haki

The two bald men were walking unhurriedly towards the accessories store, their waists bulging, likely carrying weapons.

Just as the two bald men arrived at the door of the accessories store, a middle-aged fat man emerged from the neighboring Wreath and Funeral Clothes Store. The man wore a dazzling yellow Taoist robe, and his belly beneath it was as large as if he were ten months pregnant, paired with a dung-colored satchel slung over his shoulder, altogether giving a strong sense of discordance.

The middle-aged fat man was none other than Feng Shui Master Ma Fatty, one of Su Xiao’s few friends, who was ready to help someone with feng shui.

Ma Fatty only had a superficial understanding of feng shui, but he had a tongue that could talk the dead back to life, allowing him to thrive in his field.

It must be mentioned, although Ma Fatty was a scam artist, he did have some conscience. Once, he was invited by an elderly woman to examine an unusual illness affecting her grandson.

Ma Fatty had no medical expertise, but business was knocking, and not going would ruin his reputation. When he arrived at the client’s home, he immediately noticed something was wrong; the little boy looked pale and listless.

In this situation, Ma Fatty quickly came up with a plan, swiftly performing a divination. The divination’s result was to rush him to the city hospital, as instructed by some ’immortal’.

Though the elderly woman was baffled, Ma Fatty’s determination left no room for doubt. He neither used any talisman water nor performed any rituals, and within five minutes at the scene, he dialed 120.

After some emergency treatment, the child was ultimately fine, and through a twist of fate, Ma Fatty befriended a doctor from the city hospital. Without needing words, they understood each other’s intentions and forged an agreement to send patients directly to the hospital in such cases in the future.

The process was humorous, but it must be said, Ma Fatty did exhibit some professional ethics.

Just as Ma Fatty, dressed in his yellow Taoist robe, stepped out, he faced the two bald men head-on. Seeing these foreigners, Ma Fatty immediately sensed something was wrong. More importantly, they were heading straight towards the accessories store that Su Xiao had set up; the open door indicated Su Xiao was inside.

Knowing Su Xiao’s previous profession, Ma Fatty immediately thought this might be enemies coming to take revenge on Su Xiao, making him somewhat anxious.

Ma Fatty could become friends with Su Xiao mainly because he was selfless when it came to helping friends. After pausing for two seconds, he devised a strategy.

Ma Fatty put one hand behind his back and raised the other in front of him, appearing like an enlightened master. In fact, his hidden hand had already taken out a phone.

Unfortunately, it was too late to notify Su Xiao via phone; before the message could be sent, the two bald men had already entered the accessories store.

”Please, halt.”

Though Ma Fatty was inwardly panicking, his demeanor was calm, and he wore a faint smile.

The two bald men were Mexicans, commonly known as Old Mo in the Underground World. These people are 96.5% religiously devout, gaining significant fame in the Dark World for their ruthless and decisive actions, but they value family and faith above all else.

The two bald Old Mo were stopped by Ma Fatty, exchanging glances with each other. One of their diamond ear studs gleamed abnormally bright in the sunlight.

Dazzled by the diamond, Ma Fatty squinted his eyes. Seeing this, the two bald Old Mo relaxed slightly.

”I see the dark aura lingering around your foreheads, indicative of grave misfortune soon. We are brought together by fate, and I... ahem, I am willing to shield you from this disaster.”

Ma Fatty still wore a smile, but the two Old Mo glanced at each other again. They understood Chinese, but how could the two foreigners comprehend Ma Fatty’s half-literate speech?

Despite this, they grasped one point: Ma Fatty appeared to have some belief, and at this point, he was expressing these two beliefs.

Realizing this, the two bald Old Mo were angered, their eyes gleaming coldly, with one of them reaching for his waist.

Ma Fatty immediately felt the tension rising; his always-successful persuasion technique met a setback.

Just as one bald Old Mo was about to lash out, the other held his arm, shaking his head. The first man relaxed his hold, evidently reluctant to act here.

Cold sweat slid down Ma Fatty’s forehead. At a loss, he heard the sound of padded paws against the ground.

Bubu Wang had arrived, its eyes sweeping over the two Old Mo and then Ma Fatty. Having fought alongside Su Xiao for a long time, it immediately understood the situation.

Bubu Wang stood in front of Ma Fatty, his mouth open and shut. He recognized the clever Siberian Husky, who once helped him order takeout.

Ma Fatty was about to instruct Bubu Wang to inform Su Xiao, but Bubu Wang didn’t move, merely standing in front of Ma Fatty.

Bubu Wang stared directly at the two bald Old Mo. Now, it wasn’t Ma Fatty sweating but the two bald Old Mo, as they both felt they weren’t being stared down by a ’Siberian Husky’, but more like a Wolf King on the frozen tundra. That gaze was something no domestic dog could possess.

Bubu Wang assessed the two Old Mo for a while; from its judgment, resolving these two would take no more than 20 seconds, and to take lethal action, only 6 seconds.

Su Xiao stood inside the accessories store. Due to the hot weather, and since no guests would come into the store, he was shirtless.

Su Xiao gestured to Ma Fatty, indicating everything was fine, and Ma Fatty breathed a sigh of relief, turning to head towards his newly acquired vehicle.

The two bald Old Mo entered the accessories store. Not standing on ceremony, they sat directly on the sofa, their bodies stiffly straight.

”Did Desilva send you here?”

Su Xiao sat opposite the two bald Old Mo. Though he hadn’t seen these two before, he recognized the necklace on one of their necks, which was a family heirloom, only bequeathed to the eldest son or The Heirs.

Speaking, Su Xiao lit a cigarette and tossed the pack toward the two bald Old Mo. One took two cigarettes, both placing them on their laps, indicating their acceptance of hospitality but lacking the habit of smoking.

”The people from the Desilva family are certainly ’mute’.”

Su Xiao exhaled a breath of blue smoke. He had previously dealt with these people during his time as an assassin.

”Gift.”

One bald Old Mo spoke, his Chinese awkward. He stood and walked toward Su Xiao, simultaneously extracting an exquisite wooden box from his suit. The box was flat, about ten centimeters wide and fifty centimeters long.

The bald Old Mo handed the wooden box to Su Xiao and returned to the sofa.

Su Xiao opened the box, revealing a Damascus Knife inside. The blade was covered in metal patterns deliberately left during forging, with a pale yellow handle likely made of ivory, and around its end was inlaid a ring of Sapphire.

From its appearance, the knife was very elegant, but it wasn’t just ostentatious; the blade’s edge was extremely sharp, and this knife had some age.

Undoubtedly, this was a valuable item. The saying goes, offering a gift unsolicited, there’s ulterior motive or theft involved. The two Old Mo traveled thousands of miles solely to present Su Xiao with a prized Damascus Knife?