Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

130: Chapter 13 Su Bai’s Hook~ Someone Bit It~”Oh, Uncle Fu, you even know all about things like talents and attributes?”

Su Bai couldn’t help but laugh, but then it made sense. ”I suppose it’s not surprising you’d know these terms, considering you’re the first to see many of the reports and planning documents from my game company.”

Uncle Fu gave a faint smile in the rearview mirror, which served as a silent acknowledgement.

Su Bai’s thoughts, however, remained on root bones and talent.

If he followed that logic, his body, which had been tempered by the [Immortal Kidney Body], was probably at the level of having maxed-out initial attributes, right?

Otherwise, Uncle Fu wouldn’t have evaluated his foundation as being very solid.

This made him look forward even more to the combat routines he was about to learn from Uncle Fu.

At the same time, the image of that chubby little girl from his memory briefly flashed through his mind again.

For Uncle Fu to evaluate her as having ”decent root bones” and even teach her a few things... so many years had passed, he wondered how that girl was doing now.

The thought was fleeting, quickly suppressed by the more pressing matters of Brother Bufan and the Dragon King Hall.

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Not long after the taillights of Su Bai’s car disappeared at the end of the road leading from the pier to the city, another unremarkable black SUV sped over like a ghost, braking sharply and coming to a precise halt at the edge of the abandoned container area.

The car door was flung open, and Brother Bufan jumped out with swift movements, his face as dark as a thundercloud.

The faint smell of blood and a lingering aura of violence still hung in the air.

With eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, Brother Bufan slipped into the container area as silently as a leopard.

Brother Bufan’s heart sank as he quickened his pace. Following the pre-arranged secret signals, he soon found the blue container that served as the temporary handover point.

The door was wide open, and the interior was a total mess.

Then, he saw the figure curled up in the corner, barely recognizable as human.

It was supposed to be a tall and sturdy white man, but now he lay there like a pile of rags.

His signature blonde hair was matted into clumps by dried, dark-red blood, covering a face swollen like a pig’s head.

His features were so distorted and swollen that they were almost indistinguishable. Blood was still oozing from his nose and mouth, and his expensive jacket was covered in dust and bloodstains. His exposed skin was riddled with purple bruises and cuts, and one arm was bent at an unnatural angle.

His breathing was weak and labored, clearly the victim of extremely brutal beating and interrogation.

Brother Bufan crouched down, his brow furrowed, suppressing a surge of rage and a hint of disbelief.

He had to look closely several times before he could barely confirm from the remaining clothing and the vague silhouette—though he still wasn’t entirely sure if this was the peripheral member sent by the Dragon King Hall.

But this miserable state didn’t seem right for a peripheral member of the Dragon King Hall; at the very least, they shouldn’t be this pathetic.

Although the peripheral members of the Dragon King Hall weren’t core combatants, they were still screened, and their psychological resilience and ability to handle pressure far exceeded that of ordinary people.

To be tortured to this extent, the interrogator must have been ruthless and highly experienced—no ordinary character.

Logically, a peripheral member of this level wouldn’t even be worthy of the personal attention of someone at Su Bai’s level, let alone personal torture.

But Brother Bufan immediately thought of the reason—the identities of core members or high-level cadres of the Dragon King Hall were sensitive. To infiltrate without alerting the relevant Chinese authorities required extremely meticulous arrangements and long periods of preparation.

And he had been in a hurry to transfer a large amount of funds and gold back to the country to quickly establish his position; he couldn’t wait that long.

So he had to settle for the next best thing, using peripheral members who were relatively easy to arrange but had lower organizational and security clearances.

He hadn’t expected that this would turn out to be the weakest link, caught red-handed.

A cold fury and the irritation of having his plans disrupted welled up in his heart.