I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Chapter 6 My Sister's Accident

Standing in front of the rented room, he took another deep breath, focused his attention, and took out his keys.

Align with the keyhole, insert slowly, and rotate gently.

"Click".

The door opened, and both the key and the lock were intact.

Luo Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

The first thing to do is take a bath.

Entering the cramped bathroom, he was troubled by the broken faucet.

The main valve is already off, but I still need water to take a shower.

He studied it for a moment, blocked the water pipe, and turned on the water valve.

I didn't turn on the water heater, I just rinsed myself with cold water.

Change into clean loungewear.

My stomach is growling with hunger.

The refrigerator was empty.

The only seasonings were the most basic: a bottle of soy sauce, a can of salt, and half a bottle of cooking oil.

A box of braised beef noodles lay in the cupboard.

"Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice..." Luo Fei sighed.

He's busy with work and tired after get off work, so he's long been used to takeout and fast food, and has no habit or reserves of cooking for himself.

"Top-notch culinary skills are defeated at the first step by a lack of ingredients." He laughed self-deprecatingly.

I decisively gave up the idea of doing it myself.

I took out my phone, opened the food delivery app, and skillfully found the braised chicken rice restaurant I usually order from.

Add a serving of rice and a serving of bean curd sheets.

Payment successful.

While waiting for the takeout, he tidied up the house a bit and took the things out of his backpack.

The food delivery arrived quickly.

The familiar aroma made his mouth water.

He sat down at the small dining table and picked up disposable chopsticks.

"Click."

A slight sound.

"...I forgot." Luo Fei looked at the broken chopsticks in his hand, speechless.

He picked up a pair again, this time with intense concentration, pinching them with only the slightest pressure from his fingertips.

I finally managed to pick up a piece of chicken and put it in my mouth.

"Why don't I make it myself?" This thought popped up out of nowhere, but was immediately suppressed—no ingredients, no time, and I was even more afraid of not being able to control my strength and bending the spatula.

After a simple dinner.

He set his phone alarm and lay down in bed.

Fall asleep.

The next morning, my phone alarm went off.

This time, Luo Fei learned his lesson and didn't act immediately.

Instead, she slowly opened her eyes, and only after she was fully conscious did she slowly reach out and gently press the stop button with her fingertips.

After a quick wash, I changed into a clean shirt and trousers.

Before leaving the house, silently recite this in your mind.

"System, trigger today's options."

[A divine choice has been triggered today.]

Options appear:

Option A: Receive a cash bonus of 50000 Chinese Yuan (distributed through legitimate online channels, directly transferable to WeChat Wallet)

Option B: Receive a 'Random Snack Gift Pack' (weighing approximately 50kg, containing a variety of common snacks, delivered by courier)

Luo Fei looked at the two options in front of him and remained silent for two seconds.

Fifty thousand in cash, received directly, very practical.

Choose A.

[Select Confirm.]

[Rewards being distributed...]

My phone vibrated, and a WeChat notification sound rang.

He checked and found that there was indeed an extra 50000 yuan in his change.

He was getting ready to leave for work.

He hesitated for a moment as he stood at the door.

I have a subway commuter card now, valid for three years with unlimited rides.

But would he dare to use it?

The subway during rush hour is packed with people...

He could almost picture himself accidentally bumping into someone, and the person flying through the air like they'd been hit by a truck.

Or the embarrassing scene of subconsciously grabbing the handrail and end up squeezing and deforming the stainless steel pipe.

"Forget it, let's just take a taxi." Luo Fei decisively gave up, safety first.

Although taxi fares are significantly more expensive than subway fares, he simply cannot afford to take that risk right now.

I called a ride-hailing service and arrived smoothly at the office building where my company is located.

I bought some steamed buns and soy milk from a nearby breakfast shop and ate them quickly.

Stepping into the familiar office building, the cool air from the air conditioner hits you.

All around me were busy office workers, some in suits, some dressed smartly, and some still sleepy-eyed, all rushing around for a living.

Luo Fei blended in among them, appearing completely normal.

But he knew that every step needed to be controlled.

The elevator was crowded, so he tried to stay in a corner and avoid physical contact with anyone.

Arrive at the floor where the company is located, clock in, and enter the open-plan office area.

"Hey, Luo Fei, are you all better now?" Xiao Li, a colleague at the next table, peeked out and asked.

"Ah, much better, thank you." Luo Fei forced a smile and carefully placed his backpack under his workstation.

"Manager Wang was just asking about you," Xiao Li said in a low voice. "He doesn't look too good. Be careful."

Luo Fei nodded, indicating that he understood.

He tidied up his desk, turned on his computer, and began to deal with some trivial tasks that had piled up during his leave.

The main tasks are compiling reports, verifying data, and replying to emails.

When typing, he has to use all his attention to control the force with which his fingertips fall.

The same applies when moving the mouse; be very careful, lest you crush the mouse or tear a hole in the mousepad.

This constant micromanagement made his work efficiency much lower than usual.

But he dared not relax in the slightest.

When pouring water, press the water dispenser button gently.

When delivering a document, gently pinch the edge with two fingers.

Even when getting up to go to the toilet, you have to be careful with the force you use to avoid knocking the chair over and making a loud noise.

The entire morning was spent in this state of high tension and extreme caution.

Fortunately, no accidents occurred.

I ordered takeout with my colleagues at noon and ate in the rest area.

Luo Fei ate very slowly and very carefully.

His colleagues chatted about gossip, games, and housing prices, and he occasionally chimed in, but most of his attention was focused on controlling his chopsticks and the force of his chewing.

In the afternoon, I continued working.

Time slowly slipped away with the gentle tapping of the keyboard and the movement of the screen cursor.

Around 3 p.m., Luo Fei felt the urge to urinate.

He got up and tried to walk to the bathroom at a normal pace.

He went into a cubicle and closed the door.

Just as he unbuckled his belt—

His phone, which was in his pocket, suddenly vibrated violently. The ringtone was "Come Home Often," a song he had specially set for his family.

It was my father calling.

Luo Fei wondered why his father rarely called him at this time.

He took out his phone, swiped his finger across the answer button, and put it to his ear.

"Hey, Dad, I'm at work..." he said casually.

However, the voice that came from the other end of the phone was not the gentle voice that her father usually had.

Instead, it was a hoarse cry with a sob and trembling, mixed with the mother's uncontrollable sobs in the background.

"Xiaofei! Xiaofei! Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!!"

Luo Fei's smile froze instantly, and his heart clenched.

"Dad? What's wrong? Tell me slowly! What happened?" he asked hurriedly, his voice rising involuntarily.

"It's your sister! Xiaoying! She...she..." The father's voice choked, almost incoherent, "Didn't she go on a trip to Yunhai with some of her roommates? We advised her not to go so far, but she wouldn't listen..."

Luo Fei's heart sank little by little, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

"She just... she just called back! Her voice sounded wrong! She was crying! She was trembling! There was a man yelling menacingly next to her!" The father's voice was filled with despair. "They said... they said Xiaoying is... in Myanmar! She's being held captive! They want... they want 500,000! 500,000 in ransom! Otherwise... they'll..."

The father's next words were drowned out by the mother's wailing.

"They said they only have three days! If we can't raise the money in three days, they'll... they'll sell Xiaoying to an even farther place! And we'll never find her again! Xiaofei! What are we going to do! Five hundred thousand! Where are we going to find five hundred thousand?!" The father finally broke down and started crying as well.

boom--!!!

Luo Fei felt a surge of heat rush to his head!

younger sister!

Luo Ying!

The little sister who followed him around since she was little, sweetly calling him "brother"!

That innocent and lively younger sister who got into Kyoto University and was full of hope for the future!

Were we scammed?

Kidnapped?

In Myanmar?

A ransom of 500,000?

Sell to more distant places?

Every word was like a red-hot knife, stabbing deep into his heart and then churning it wildly!

Boundless rage erupted instantly!

The terrifying power within him, which required careful control, completely spiraled out of control under the impact of this extreme emotion!

"ah--!!!"

A low growl escaped from the depths of his throat!

The right hand gripping the phone tightened its grip suddenly!

He had no idea how much force he was using!

"Snap! Pfft—!!"

A piercing sound of metal and plastic twisting and cracking, mixed with the popping of tiny electronic components, suddenly rang out!

That high-quality phone, which had been with him for several years and cost only a thousand yuan, was instantly crushed into a completely deformed, metal-plastic mixture of scrap metal that was emitting tiny electric sparks in his palm!

Screen fragments and parts flew out from between their fingers!

Even the SIM card inside was crushed into pieces along with the phone body by that terrifying force!

The shard grazed the skin of his palm, but bounced away without even leaving a white mark.

The cubicle fell silent instantly.

The only sounds were the faint sound of running water from the pipe and his own heavy breathing.

Luo Fei stood frozen in place, head down, looking at his outstretched palm.

In my palm lay the wreckage of a completely destroyed phone, still slightly smoking, and a shattered SIM card.

The father's desperate cries and the terrifying ordeal his sister might face swirled in his mind like a nightmare.

Anger is burning, blood is boiling.

But his remaining reason told him...

This is the company restroom.

There are colleagues outside.