Chapter 50: Ace of Spades

Chapter 50: Ace of Spades

"Tell me what you think," Wang Dehai pushed.

"I've faced off with this Shadow before. He's not like other Specters. Even though he's covered in a dark shadow, fighting him feels more like I'm fighting a real person," Yang Ming explained, looking serious.

Wang Dehai was concerned. "So you're saying Shadow might not actually be a Specter, but maybe a psychic with shadow-based powers?"Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Yang Ming nodded. "Exactly. Shadow was incredibly powerful, and there was also Human Head helping him. If I hadn't luckily beaten that Human Head first and leveled up to the third-tier, I would've lost for sure.

"And honestly, even after leveling up, I wasn't sure I could beat him. The weird thing is, he vanished as soon as he saw me level up. His fighting style was also odd. He seemed to be holding back. Even though it was powerful, Shadow let Human Head do most of the fighting. He only attacked a bit from the side.

"It felt like he was waiting for me to level up, and that's why he just left. That's purely my speculation thought, and it doesn't make much sense. Those who wait and let the hero get stronger don't exist in real life."

A moment later, Yang Ming added, "Oh, and I found this."

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a metallic poker card. It was battered, but you could tell it was an Ace of Spades.

"Ace of Spades? And it's made from Mind Steel!" Wang Dehai looked really deep in thought as he stared at the card.

After a while, he said, "If this card is actually Shadow's, we've got a serious problem. It pretty much proves that Shadow is not a Specter but a psychic, and possibly one belonging to a big organization."

"Do you think Fang Xiu could be part of that organization?" Yang Ming asked, sounding suspicious.

Wang Dehai shook his head, "I don't think so. Fang Xiu's ability to see the future is too valuable. Nobody would waste him by having him go undercover. He's more useful if he remains in the background, predicting the future.

He added, "Also, if the group behind Shadow was against us, it makes zero sense for them to have Fang Xiu warn you. They'd be better off if Bai Qi had died. Yang Ming, your main job now is to investigate Shadow. If he's backed by an organization that's after us, they could be even more dangerous than Specters."

Even so, two hundred spiritual coins was not a small amount, even for someone like Yang Ming

Fang Xiu understood the dynamic between Yang Ming and Bai Qi. Although they seemed like they had a love-hate thing going on, they likely had a strong bond.

Yang Ming's willingness to give in was partly to keep the drug incident a secret from Bai Qi. But mostly, it was like giving his thanks for the early warning that saved Bai Qi's life.

Staring at the spiritual coins, Fang Xiu fell into deep thought.

_'Should I make an armor out of it?' _

He quickly nixed that idea. With his 'reset' skill, he could mess up and still be okay. So, he didn't need an armor. Plus, using two hundred spiritual coins to craft a full set of armor was impractical.

That left him with two choices: craft a weapon or sell the coins.

If he sold them, he could get into the Global Specter Forum to get more information about Specters and the truth of the world. He already had a scalpel, so the need for another weapon wasn't high. But since the scalpel was a Specter Gadget, having a backup was a good idea.

Two hundred spiritual coins might sound like a lot, but it wasn't enough to craft something big like a sword. Luckily, Fang Xiu wasn't planning on a sword.

He was good with the scalpel. Besides, he didn't need a super-lethal weapon. What he needed was something small, sharp, and good at breaking through things, like another scalpel.

After thinking it over, Fang Xiu decided to use the two hundred spiritual coins to make another scalpel. It would work well for him and also hide his Specter Gadget.

If any spiritual coins were left over, he'd use them to buy information.

Just as he was deep in thought, suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. "