Zheng Fan's hand slightly curled, and the broken blood saber fragments were absorbed into his hand, congealing into a tiny singularity.
Sure enough, even Phantasms could be transformed by him.
After finishing this, Zheng Fan temporarily went offline, and Lin Yilin logged on.
The main purpose was to help this man simply treat the injuries Zheng Fan had inflicted, at least to prevent him from bleeding out too quickly.
"Did Mr. Illusion not consider the option of keeping him alive for questioning?" Lin Yilin asked quickly while working.
If Zheng Fan hadn't known that using others' abilities with Lin Yilin's body would be weakened, he probably wouldn't have had any intention of keeping him alive before, directly cutting him in half.
"Hmm, I forgot, sorry." Zheng Fan stood with his hands on his hips, his tone blunt.
Telling the truth is a virtue.
Though he showed no sign of apology.
Lin Yilin didn't mind. While it was a clue, she hadn't really expected to get much from this person anyway.
Or rather, this person had displayed the ability of a wealth-type Illusion in front of her, and that was already enough. From this point, she could trace many clues.
Keeping this person alive for questioning was just to see if there were any more pleasant surprises, to fill in the gaps.
The man had already fainted during this process. Lin Yilin's portable medical kit had no pain relief, and the man cried out a few times before going silent as if he'd given up.
However, Lin Yilin confirmed that his vital signs were stable enough.
"Mr. Illusion, I'll trouble you again. Take him to a quieter place for interrogation, and also give him a life ritual, otherwise, he's fine now, but if he doesn't wake up later, all this effort will be in vain." Lin Yilin stood up and said.
...
Leaving the Closed Community, in a deserted alley.
The man suddenly felt a cool sensation in his sleep, and he instantly felt refreshed, waking up.
"I... I'm not dead yet?" He looked at a sliver of blue sky through the gaps in the buildings, feeling a bit lost.
"You're awake? Not bad, you're the worst quality among this batch of people." Zheng Fan said with a profound expression, arms crossed.
However, in his Illusion state, he could only entertain himself. Lin Yilin wouldn't play along. Although she was actually very interested in the memes Zheng Fan talked about, if she asked, Zheng Fan would say that explaining a meme was as awkward as explaining a joke, something only boring marketing accounts would do, and then refuse to explain.
Playing a meme felt like being led on and then abandoned?
Beside her, Lin Yilin tidied up her bottles and jars. It was hard to imagine how her small portable bag could hold so many things, as if it had a four-dimensional space, truly magical.
"Please introduce yourself, sir. Who are you? Which gang do you belong to, and what is your relationship with Ms. Kaibisi's husband, Lind? Why did you go to his house to steal 'property'?" Lin Yilin threw out questions one by one. After tidying her small bag, she pulled out a cat cat gun, aiming it at the other party.
...
No normal person would be scared by the appearance of a cat cat gun, right?
Meow!
A bullet grazed the man's cheek.
"Stop! I'll talk!"
Hmm, that scared him.
"I... I'm Wang Cheng, just an ordinary person..."
An ordinary person who shouts "My money!?" at a box of flesh and blood?
"And Lind is... is a colleague." Wang Cheng shifted slightly, feeling a tearing pain from his wound. His eyes were still filled with fear as he looked at Lin Yilin.
Although the scarred girl's demeanor now was different from when they first fought, he didn't have time to think so much.
Knowing that the person in front of him was a plague was enough.
He paused after speaking, trying to gauge Lin Yilin's reaction, but Lin Yilin stared down at him impassively like a statue, the muzzle of her gun not shifting an inch.
"We work together at a casino!" Wang Cheng's voice rose slightly.
"Which casino?"
"A black market casino, its location isn't fixed, and it has no legitimate background." Wang Cheng replied.
A casino with a legitimate background sounds a bit funny, but it's not surprising. There would naturally be many casino businesses in Dadu, and many gangs and families were involved.
And "no legitimate background" actually referred to those casinos not recognized by major powers, the ones run by small and medium-sized gangs who couldn't get a slice of the pie.
They not only had to face investigations from Dadu's officials but also had to constantly be wary of being targeted by large casinos, surviving in the cracks.
But the profits were there. A casino could have a complete "industrial chain," which small and medium-sized gangs found hard to give up.
Lin Yilin was not surprised by this. She asked, "Do you know its affiliation?"
Wang Cheng quickly shook his head: "We're just... just working for the casino, like an outsourced sweeper. We can't know the people behind it..."
As expected, small doesn't mean foolish. Gangs daring to get involved in this area must have some level of skill and wouldn't leave such careless traces.
"How do you know Lind?"
"...I brought him into the fold." Wang Cheng said in a deep voice.
Good heavens, the fuse was here.
An unnamed casino in the underground black market of a Closed Community, belonging to an unknown gang. Their main personnel were responsible for operating the unnamed casino, while most of their external personnel primarily consisted of Grey District civilians whom they had deceived and controlled.
Flesh and blood were the currency used within this casino, where it was strictly required that only biological flesh and blood could be used as equivalent value.
As long as one had flesh and blood, they could exchange it for most things a normal person could imagine in the casino.
Wealth was within reach.
Low-value currency consisted of small animals, common birds, rats, and rabbits.
Slightly higher value involved medium to large livestock.
The highest, was humans.
If they lost all their money in the casino, the casino wouldn't be too harsh on them. They would simply provide them with some equipment and let them "hunt" for themselves. Once they acquired starting capital, they could return and continue to gamble lavishly.
The things won from gambling would certainly not be cash.
Of course, the casino allowed cashing out, provided that after a few rounds, you could still distinguish which was "cash."
At the same time, bringing people into the casino also earned "funds."
Outsourced sweepers with insufficient strength, who looked down on small money and lacked the courage for large sums, or couldn't acquire them, would primarily earn funds through this method.
Lind left home on a gloomy day. Although his mood was low, thinking of his wife and child at home, he still tried to cheer up and look for work.
But continuous failures made him disheartened.
The Closed Community was a place of debauchery, and his originally peaceful life was about to collapse. The disparity in living standards made him equally precarious.
At this time, Wang Cheng found him.
Even knowing it was wrong, he was still bewitched.
His first pot of gold came easily. Overjoyed, he had already become a fly caught in the web.
Lost.
Success, success, failure, failure, failure, failure...
Losing everything, accepting the equipment and conditions offered by those people, and leaving the casino with Wang Cheng to engage in the same shady business.
Lind still had some persistence. He was more "ambitious" than Wang Cheng, who could only earn meager funds by recruiting people, because he had people waiting for him at home. He couldn't be fixated on small money. The income from recruiting someone once was good but too inefficient.
His goal was a large sum of money.
The people walking on the street, like him, lost their human appearance in his eyes.
That wasn't a person, that was money.
