96: Zhao Dan, who was courting death

Fat Boss walked out of the Apothecary wobbling with the box and arrived at the street corner where Wei He had long been waiting.

"Commander, I've got it!" Fat Boss said respectfully to Wei He.

Wei He looked at the lifelike Fat Boss and nodded in satisfaction. It turned out that the owner of the Apothecary had just walked out not far away; through his Gods Eye View, Wei He could see him clearly, so he ordered a Spy to disguise as him and bring out the extraterrestrial fruit openly.

Wei He took the box and walked back, while the Spy changed from the Fat Boss's appearance back to his suit and leather shoes; after all, Neme couldn't know about the Spy's existence yet.

Wei He got onto the Beast Carriage and drove it forward. At the same time, he opened the box and took out the Sky Fruit. The fruit was crimson like flame, resembling a burning agate, glowing softly in his palm. It was the size of a pigeon egg, plump and round, with fine patterns on its skin.

"Is this it?" Wei He asked, placing the extraterrestrial fruit in front of Neme.

"Yes, this is it. It can neutralize the demonic nature of demonic energy and cure exotic poisons!" After Neme finished speaking, Wei He placed the fruit into her mouth.

While Neme was chewing the extraterrestrial fruit, the sound of the Fat Boss scolding a young shop assistant could still be heard from behind.

After Neme ate the extraterrestrial fruit, she felt a scorching warm current flow through her entire body. After a brief heat, she felt refreshed and could move freely again.

Under the cover of her magic robe, she with difficulty changed her clothes. Clothes that would have been ordinary looked so pleasing on her.

"Wei He, I'm starving. Let's find a place to eat!" Neme was wearing a green long dress, her figure graceful, with a faint blush on her fair face.

"Alright, we were going to eat anyway. I'm starving too!" Wei He said happily while driving the Beast Carriage and looking at Neme.

Wei He chose a restaurant that looked relatively large in this small town and stopped in front of it. The group walked in travel-worn, ordered their food, and waited anxiously.

At this moment, on the adjacent table, a pair of lecherous eyes lingered on Neme. He had a straight nose, pale lips, and although his skin was dazzlingly white, he wasn't feminine at all. He held a folding fan, swaying it slowly; as the wind blew, his hair fluttered along with the hem of his clothes.

Noticing Neme looking at him, he stood up. Wearing a magnificent white long robe, he looked very refreshing and handsome as he walked over, his hem fluttering.

"Hello, beautiful. My name is Zhao Dan, the son of this town's Judicial Magistrate. May I have the honor of inviting you to dinner?" Zhao Dan ignored Wei He and the others, speaking directly to Neme. In his eyes, these people were just refugees from elsewhere. With frequent wars on the continent, many wealthy people fled through here with their valuables and families. Though they dressed magnificently, they were essentially just fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"No, I don't want to eat with you. Get lost now!" Neme shouted sharply.

"You, you, you... how can you, how can you not agree?" Zhao Dan didn't expect her to reject him. Relying on his looks and his status as the son of the Judicial Magistrate, this trick had never failed him; he didn't know how many beauties had fallen for his peerless appearance.

"I don't just invite anyone. I don't even care for ordinary, mediocre women. If it weren't for your looks, I wouldn't eat with you even if you begged me, hmph!" Zhao Dan's face turned red with frustration as he pointed at Neme and spoke viciously.

"You're so noisy. Can't you just go back and eat quietly? This is a restaurant, not a wet market. If you're not eating, don't disturb others!" Neme said bluntly. She had rejected countless such suitors in a year. Her impatient look made Zhao Dan completely lose his composure.

Wei He sat there without saying a word, smiling as he waited to watch the show.

"You, you, you... you're going too far! You're refusing a polite offer only to be forced! I insist you come over to eat and drink with me, otherwise none of you can leave here, believe it or not?" Zhao Dan said with an air of confidence. "Before, there were people who didn't believe in my power and tried to go head-to-head with me. In the end, didn't they have to apologize and personally send their women to my bed? Hmph!"

"If you keep making a scene here, I'll cut out your tongue and chop off your limbs so you can never touch a woman again in your life, believe it or not?" Neme said, refusing to back down.

"Heh, I don't believe you. I'm making a scene, so what can you do?" Zhao Dan said, placing his hand on Neme's shoulder.

Neme grabbed Zhao Dan's palm, but the expected intense fight didn't happen. Instead, Zhao Dan arrogantly caressed Neme's palm and said lecherously, "I didn't think you'd be so proactive. Weren't you acting tough just now? Are you scared? It's okay, don't be afraid. As long as you serve me well, you can have whatever you want! Hahahaha!"

Large beads of sweat were now rolling down Neme's forehead. Seeing Zhao Dan about to go further and reach for her face...

Suddenly, with a bang, Zhao Dan fell to the ground. He struggled to get up and asked viciously, "Who? Who? Who hit me?"

"It's me, your Grandpa Wei!" Wei He clenched his fists and stood in front of Neme. After saying this, he turned to Neme and asked, "What's wrong with you? You didn't actually take a liking to him, did you? Don't tell me that as a Magister-level magician, you can't beat him?"

"Who likes him? I just don't have any strength right now!" Neme said with an innocent look.

"How can that be? Didn't you eat the extraterrestrial fruit?" Wei He asked, speechless.

"The extraterrestrial fruit only temporarily suppressed the demonic energy of the Demon Race. All the power in my body is being used to control the demonic energy; I don't have any extra strength to hit him!" Neme explained to Wei He.

"Ah, then what's the difference between you and a cripple right now?" Wei He asked in surprise after hearing Neme's words.

"You... if you don't want to help, you don't have to! Hmph!" Neme pouted and turned her face away, refusing to look at Wei He.

Wei He looked at the scene suspiciously, wondering what was wrong with Neme. Was she angry? Before Wei He could figure it out, Zhao Dan's voice came from behind.

"Was it you who hit me?" Zhao Dan asked, pointing at Wei He. Without waiting for an answer, he shouted loudly, "Why aren't you guys attacking? Your young master just got hit! Are you all useless?"

Following Zhao Dan's shout, people from several nearby tables stood up and rushed toward Wei He. Wei He saw that these people didn't have even a hint of energy fluctuation; they were clearly just ordinary people.

He smoothed his hair with both hands, and then his hands turned golden. The punch he just used to hit Zhao Dan hadn't used his Supernatural Ability because he could see that Zhao Dan's body had long been hollowed out by women and was pitifully weak; moreover, he wasn't an Ability User.

But facing so many people was different. If he didn't use his Supernatural Ability, he really wouldn't be able to win.

"Ah! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"

"Help! Help! He's a monster! He's a monster!"

"Ah, my tooth! My tooth fell out!"

"My foot! My foot!"

"Put me down! Put me down quickly! I can't take it anymore, blegh—"

Miserable screams echoed throughout the restaurant. Zhao Dan stood dazed in place, his eyes vacant. His subordinates were lying all over the floor in various states; when they were sent flying, they crashed into tables, smashing them to pieces.

Now the people on the floor were clutching their legs or their faces, with red blood splattered everywhere.