Chapter 28: Laurel

Li Mochen did not go to the hospital counter to check out until noon the next day.

There was no help for it; when he woke up yesterday, it was already nine in the evening. If he traveled by night, there was at least an eighty percent chance of encountering robbers. Carrying a large amount of valuables, Li Mochen dared not take it lightly.

He was naturally very confident in his own martial prowess, but this body was indeed not yet capable of dealing with firearms.

Li Mochen's current maximum burst sword speed was only about 420 kilometers per hour. But bullets fired from guns could generally reach 400 meters per second, that is, over 1,440 kilometers per hour, surpassing the speed of sound.

With a better powder gun, it could even reach a speed of 900 meters per second. And for higher-grade magic guns, the muzzle velocity of bullets ranged between three and thirty times the speed of sound.

Moreover, even if one day Li Mochen's sword speed could match firearms, his reaction ability and motor nerves would most likely not be able to keep up.

So he simply stayed overnight in the hospital. After all, that VIP single room was far more comfortable than his semi-basement apartment.

Before leaving, he not only enjoyed two hospital meals but also had a comprehensive physical examination.

In Li Mochen's view, this was all his due. Since that black-haired girl had provided him with such good conditions, there was no reason not to use them.

So when leaving, Li Mochen also had the doctor prescribe calcium and blood supplements, along with a large pile of health products to replenish vitamins and trace elements.

In the Primordial Dome, there was the concept of 'nourishing qi.' Li Mochen believed that this 'qi' was what people here called vitamins and trace elements. It was merely because they were too subtle to be seen that those mortal doctors considered them 'qi.'

In the past, he could go without food or drink, subsisting on dew and wind, eating qi to live. This 'eating qi' referred on one hand to the primordial spirits of heaven and earth, and on the other hand to vitamins and trace elements—two things essential to the body—gathered from all things in the world to nourish himself. Of course, he no longer had this ability now, so he had to rely on medicine to make up for his deficiencies.

On his way home, Li Mochen remained cautious.

He wrapped the large pile of health products in a piece of rag he had picked up, and put the remaining three bottles of Oak Potion into his sword bag. Then he kept 'Heavenly Mind Illumination' activated the whole way, fearing that two guns might suddenly pop out from behind him.

Yet under the state of 'Heavenly Mind Illumination,' he showed not a trace of vigilance, maintaining a careless and nonchalant demeanor throughout. He was confident that even if a god of this world made a move, it would be impossible to snatch even a single hair from him.

But perhaps it was his indifferent attitude that worked; Li Mochen returned to his apartment safely. Then he found that a strand of hair he had placed behind the door had been broken.

This might not necessarily be a thief, but it was clear that someone had entered his room while his door lock was broken. Fortunately, neither the Golden Shield on the light tube nor the treasure buried in the wall had been stolen.

As for the 'Divine Thunder Fortune Purple Gold Tower,' he had hidden it in his schoolbag and placed it in his personal locker at school.

Li Mochen was not at all worried about it being stolen. First, to outsiders, it looked like a plain little stone tower; second, the treasure had recognized its master, and their fortunes were linked. He had tried it as a child—he had thrown it away several times, but by the next day, the 'Divine Thunder Fortune Purple Gold Tower' always returned to his hand in some strange way. It was only after this that it caught his attention.

So he was completely unconcerned about the safety of this item alone.

After inwardly complaining a bit about the security and customs of this neighborhood, Li Mochen began to arrange the gains from this trip.

The three bottles of Oak Potion continued to reside in his sword bag, while the health products were unpacked and their labels torn off one by one.

Although these things were worth some money, without labels and instructions, no one would know what was inside the bottles.

After that, Li Mochen pondered for a moment, then changed into a hooded outfit and took two gold ingots from the wall.

Ever since he learned that someone was observing the room with a thermal imager, he had become more careful, handling the hiding place with greater secrecy. Fortunately, a thermal imager could only observe people in the room, not what they were doing, so it probably didn't know about the things hidden in the wall.

Then, when Li Mochen left the apartment again, he did not go to school but slipped into the alleys, wandering around. During this time, he entered a pharmacy and bought some disposable medical masks. After that, he took a bus, changing stops several times. Only when he was sure there was no one tailing him did he board a bus heading to the west of the city.

Li Mochen felt that his top priority was not returning to school but solving his own problems as soon as possible.

Yesterday's events had proven that his 'Heavenly Mind Illumination,' which he had thought could perfectly mend his mental flaws and suppress evil thoughts, could not guarantee infallibility under extreme circumstances.

Considering that those two femme fatales would likely meet him often in the future, Li Mochen felt it necessary to completely resolve this issue within a day or two.

And his only hope now was the black market located in the west of the city, as recorded in the original owner's memory.

Li Mochen planned to first check the situation there before deciding on his final solution. If he could buy suitable materials, that would be best; if not, he would think of another way.

...

Half an hour later, on Laurel Street in western Atlanta, Li Mochen put on his hood and covered his face with the roll of medical masks before stepping off the bus.

If he appeared like this on any other street, he would be questioned by patrol officers immediately. If he were at a bank entrance, he would most likely be arrested on the spot.

But on Laurel Street, there was no problem. This was the territory of the Teutonic Cross, and police almost never appeared here.

Li Mochen hesitated for a moment but still activated 'Heavenly Mind Illumination.' Although this was a neighborhood under the Teutonic Cross's control, it did not guarantee safety. Pickpocketing and knocking people out were still common occurrences.

Unfortunately, as soon as Li Mochen entered the state of 'Heavenly Mind Illumination' and began to be alert to his surroundings, he casually pulled off the mask from his face, boldly exposing his face to the crowd, with an expression of arrogance and displeasure.

These were just a bunch of rabble and thugs—was it necessary to be so cautious? It was an insult to the dignified 'Divine Thunder Ultimate Void Immortal King' of the Primordial Dome!

Even if the money in his hand was exposed, so what? He questioned the sword, reported to the Heavenly Mind, and inherited the will of heaven. To oppose him was to oppose the Way of Heaven, and they all deserved to be cut into pieces and become ghosts under his sword!

Li Mochen soon followed his memory to the entrance of an underground garage. As he stepped down the stairs, he was stopped by several black-clad strongmen guarding the place. One of them laughed loudly: "Hey, kid! I ask you, are you an adult? Has the hair down there grown out? Listen, this is not a place for ordinary people. If I were you, I'd go back now and drink your mother's milk!"

A cold, sharp look appeared in Li Mochen's eyes, like two steel blades fixed on the man, while he gripped the magic-pattern steel sword in his sword bag.

The man also felt Li Mochen's hostility and raised an eyebrow: "What, kid? You want to make a move on me?"