Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

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"Sir, why are there so many weapons on your train?"

A border control officer asked Wilson a question with an unfriendly expression.

"I brought the documents with me."

Wilson shoved a stack of documents into the hands of the border control officer.

He opened it and found that there really was a transportation permit issued by the parliament, though it was impossible to tell if it was genuine or not.

The document was so thick because it contained a thick stack of banknotes.

"Can I pass?" Wilson asked with a smile.

"Hmm, there's nothing wrong with your documents." The border control officer pulled down his hat, indicating that they could go in.

Unlike Colombia, which suffered from years of war that left its people destitute, this country still exudes an atmosphere of peace when you walk around.

"Alright, everyone did a good job in Colombia. After two days of sailing, you must be tired." Isaac said to the thirteen men who were with him. "Everyone can rest today. Those who want to drink can go drink, and those who want to visit brothels can go visit brothels. We have a mission tomorrow."

At this time, everyone was in Bucharest, Romania.

"Oh oh oh!!!"

Having just received a huge sum of money, they certainly needed to find a place to let loose.

Joining Isaac's team is like dancing on the edge of a sword; if you don't relax your nerves properly, you might develop mental problems.

Everyone happily went off to find a nightclub, while George said, "Boss, how about we go to a bar for a drink?"

Do you think the bar will let me in looking like this?

"Where are you going by yourself?"

"I'm going to a concert."

"what?"

Isaac waved a ticket in front of George; it was an admission ticket to an MJ concert.

"Boss, you're still interested in this?"

"Yes, I have quite a few hobbies."

Chapter 516: Concert & Memories

"MJ! MJ! MJ! MJ! MJ..."

The enormous venue was blindingly bright with stage lights, and the audience was packed shoulder to shoulder. Everyone was screaming with excitement.

Michael Jackson, a superstar who drove the world crazy, naturally attracted widespread attention when he came to Bucharest, Romania, for a concert. The fans in the audience chanted his name hysterically.

Isaac had a hard time getting the ticket; he paid the venue manager ten thousand US dollars for this front-row ticket.

This body is only twelve years old now, so sitting in the back row, it probably won't see a thing.

He himself doesn't follow celebrities, but he still really enjoys the atmosphere of live performances where he can have a blast.

Isaac wasn't unfamiliar with concerts in the previous world, Japan in 2031. During a break, he took Chizu Natsuyo to a live performance by a newly debuted girl idol group.

To be frank, he couldn't feel any excitement at all. It was just a bunch of fat guys wearing scarves holding up glow sticks and shouting things like "XXX is so cute!" while he himself remained expressionless the whole time.

I feel like I wasted a few hours, which may be related to personal preferences.

The scene shifts back to the present, where a large amount of smoke suddenly erupts from the stage, and then a man in sunglasses wearing a glittering, outlandish outfit jumps out.

"Ooooooooooooooo!!!"

A tidal wave of cheers erupted from the audience.

Everyone, including Isaac, was thrilled.

The man on stage is someone who can excite people even if he just stands there without moving.

Michael Jackson took off his sunglasses and threw them on the ground, and then upbeat music started playing, beginning with the first song, Jam.

His singing and dancing instantly drowned out all other sounds from the audience.

Right next to Isaac was a young Romanian woman who hugged and shook Isaac the moment she saw her idol come out, even though she didn't know who the boy next to her was.

He also observed that after this superstar entered the venue, several people behind him fainted and went into shock and had to be carried out by staff (a true story from back then).

After finishing one song and briefly greeting the audience, he began his second song under the spotlight.

Although the song is still sung very fast, Isaac can understand the lyrics.

"If you can't feed your baby."

"Then don't have a baby."

"And don't think maybe."

You'll be always trying to stop that child from crying.

……

Isaac believes these lyrics will resonate deeply with the local residents of Romania.

During the Cold War, a certain dictator came to power in Romania in 1965 and remained in power until his downfall and execution in 1989. During his rule, he issued many absurd decrees that shocked the world.

These include prohibitions on divorce, contraception, and abortion, and a requirement that each couple have at least four children. Violators will be considered traitors who undermine national development, and will be subject to extremely harsh penalties.

His original intention in issuing these decrees may have been to increase the country's population and workforce, but the problem is that he seems to have completely disregarded Romania's economic level and the affordability of families when drafting the decrees...

As a result, these absurd laws directly led to a surge in both the birth and death rates in Romania, and many impoverished parents who were unable to raise their children had no choice but to abandon them with tears in their eyes.

Fortunately, it's all over now. At least Romania seems like a peaceful country right now, and the fact that people are still in the mood to come here for concerts is the best proof of that.

Watching MJ dance and sing energetically on stage, Isaac smiled and immersed himself in the atmosphere.

Perhaps this is what it means to be an international superstar.

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"Boss, how's the concert going?"

When Isaac came out of the stadium, George picked him up in a rented car.

People near the venue had already been blocked by people coming out, so he had to park his car in a relatively far place.

"Not bad, pretty fun," Isaac laughed.

He's clearly in a better mood now.

"How many people are left? Aren't they going back to the hotel to rest so late?"

“Oh, Wilson said he’s going to talk business with the local gang, while Benson and the others are having a blast at a nightclub,” George laughed. “Boss, aren’t you going to have some fun? There are a lot of beautiful women in Romania, maybe… sorry, I forgot you’re only twelve.”

He patted his head.

Spending a lot of time with Isaac can really make you forget his age.

"Tsk, I'm not a few years away from adulthood," Isaac said unhappily.

This body has caused him quite a few inconveniences. It's very inconvenient for him to go out and buy cigarettes or alcohol. The cigarettes he has in his pocket now are all bought for him by George.

Thinking of this, Isaac wanted to take out a cigarette from his pocket and light it for himself.

However, just as he put the cigarette in his mouth, a voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Lieutenant General, you can only smoke two cigarettes a day."

"!"

He was startled, and the cigarette slipped from his mouth and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong, boss? What happened?"

George looked at Isaac, who was standing still, and asked with some confusion.

"No, it's nothing."

Isaac rubbed his head; his lost memories were indeed a bit of a problem.

During the two months he was away from home, he had considered sabotaging his right hand, but all his attempts failed. Knives and guns couldn't even scratch his skin, not even leaving a mark; the power of 'Sloth' remained automatically activated within him.

He had also tried to use decomposition to destroy his right hand, but he failed again, as the energy to initiate the decomposition was blocked by the Philosopher's Stone within his body.

He didn't know why, it seemed that his body was in a state of automatic defense, and he himself could not cause himself any harm.

Perhaps to destroy the right hand, a powerful attack that one cannot comprehend is required.

What time is it now?

"It's already midnight, boss, is there anywhere else you'd like to go?"

"No, let's go straight to the hotel we booked. We'll rest for the night and have business to do tomorrow."

Chapter 517: The Mysterious Place

In a villa on the outskirts of Bucharest, several men with unfriendly faces sat in the center of the hall, while Isaac, George, and Wilson sat on a sofa opposite them.

This gang appears to be very wealthy; the famous paintings on the walls and the chandeliers on the ceiling all showcase the leader's taste.

The leader was a flamboyant local man who was very arrogant and seemed to look down on Isaac and his group.

"See that? The ones we're trading with are a grumpy old man and a pretty boy, and there's another one..." He scrutinized Isaac carefully, then laughed loudly, "Little boy Ching Chong Chang, want a lollipop?"

"If you keep swearing, I'll tear your face off right now," Isaac said irritably.

"Stinky boy!"

"Hey, don't get excited." The leader chuckled, stopping his underlings who were about to make a move. "I don't doubt your abilities, but could we at least take a look at the goods first?"

"Pay a deposit first, then inspect the goods."

"Okay~"

He snapped his fingers, and one of his henchmen brought over a large box and placed it in front of Isaac and the others. Inside, there was a large amount of US dollars.

"It took me quite a bit of effort to convert the lei (Romanian currency) into US dollars, so I hope your goods will also satisfy us." The leader narrowed his eyes slightly. "I'll be very unhappy if the guns aren't good."

How unhappy?

The leader laughed and pointed to the underling behind him who was originally about to cause trouble.

"See that? My capable subordinate has killed 34 people so far."