Feigning injury to Quentin Jia? Joe Di was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized that Quentin Jia never expected him to advance his strength so much in just over two months.
For an ordinary martial cultivator, two months would not be enough to reach the level needed to kill Quentin Jia. His rapid progress seemed tied to his improved aptitude and his practice of the Grandwalk Codex.
If he hadn’t cultivated the Grandwalk Codex, Joe Di figured it would have been difficult, perhaps even impossible, to take down Quentin Jia so easily.
Without cultivating the Grandwalk Codex, he could never have trained the Third Blade to such power. At least, he had never seen any other Di family disciple master the Third Blade as he did. As for comprehending the Fourth Blade, that was even more impossible.
Joe Di knew well that without the Di Family Seven Blades, merely relying on the Grandwalk Codex to reach the second level of Qi Refinement would have meant coming here just to be killed by Quentin Jia.
Even with his Inferno Orb and Gale Edge spells, these minor techniques were only good for ambushes; it would be hard to defeat Quentin Jia head-on.
"If you’re willing to let me go, I..." Quentin Jia hadn’t finished his plea before Joe Di’s long blade split his brow.
Everyone in the meeting room had witnessed Quentin Jia’s prowess. Such a formidable master, yet Joe Di dispatched him with ease. Though the room was still crowded, it had fallen utterly silent—all eyes were fixed on Joe Di.
Joe Di had originally planned to squeeze some auction capital out of Quentin Jia before killing him, but with so many wallets present, he couldn’t be bothered to force Quentin Jia anymore.
To Joe Di, everyone in this meeting room was just a wallet.
"Friend, although we were meeting with Quentin Jia, we have nothing to do with him," a bald man said to Joe Di, clasping his fists in respect.
Anyone with sense could see that Joe Di was here to settle a grudge with Quentin Jia.
Joe Di said calmly, "Everyone, take a seat. I have a bit of business to discuss with you all."
With that, Joe Di sat down first.
Seeing Joe Di take a seat, the others, regardless of their thoughts, could only follow suit.
"You should sit down too." The woman who had alerted Quentin Jia looked pale, unsure whether she should sit or not.
Now that Joe Di told her to sit, she had no choice but to comply.
"I happen to be short on money. Unfortunately, aside from my medical skills, all I’m good at is bullying people. As for my medical skills, if I claim to be second on Earth, no one dares claim first. My only bad habit is enjoying helping others. So, let’s do this—I'll register everyone here. Anyone who registers can come to me for a consultation once. Of course, I'll charge a small registration fee. Who wants to go first?" Joe Di’s gaze swept over the twenty-some people present.
The thin man who had tried to retreat earlier and was called back by Joe Di was the first to stand, holding out a Union Credit card. "Senior, I have eight million Union Credits here. I'd like to register first..."
He had barely finished speaking when he felt a chill in his hand. The next moment, his wrist was severed, and both the card and his severed hand fell onto the conference table.
Just like the white man with the gun earlier, his wrist was severed, and both his hand and the card fell together. Everyone saw clearly that Joe Di had only made a casual swipe, and the atmosphere in the meeting room grew even more oppressive.
Joe Di sneered, "I said it was just a small registration fee, yet you’re unwilling to pay even a tiny fraction. Are you looking down on my medical skills, or do you despise my bad habit of helping others?"
"No, no, I misspoke earlier. I meant one hundred and eighty million Union Credits..." The thin man’s face was as pale as paper, and he quickly used his other hand to pull out another card from his bag. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
In truth, one hundred and eighty million was all the cash he could muster; otherwise, he’d have offered more. He understood now—if he kept stalling, it wouldn’t just be his wrist at risk, but he’d end up like Quentin Jia.
All he wanted now was for Joe Di to accept his money and let him go, so he could hurry to the hospital to reattach his hand.
Joe Di nodded, "Not bad, at least now you’re showing some sense. Though it’s still less than a little, what can I say? I’m soft-hearted. Bring your severed hand over here."
This time, Joe Di could see that the man really could only offer that much cash.
"Yes, yes..." No matter Joe Di’s reason for asking him to bring the severed hand, the thin man didn’t dare say a word.
When the man came forward, Joe Di grabbed the severed hand and directly reattached it to his wrist, then began tapping his fingers rapidly at the connection point.
Before cultivating the Grandwalk Codex, Joe Di could also reattach severed limbs, but he could never perform surgery under such conditions. He would have needed an operating room and medical instruments.
Now that Joe Di was at the second level of Qi Refinement, his vision and steady hands were beyond what ordinary medicine could achieve. Cultivating the Di Family Seven Blades and the Grandwalk Codex gave him an unparalleled understanding of the body’s meridian structure.
The thin man felt the intense pain at his severed wrist fade away, replaced by a sensation like tiny, hot flames coursing through the break.
Everyone stared in disbelief at Joe Di. Could he really be a doctor? Even if he was, could he reattach a limb under these conditions?
Nearly twenty minutes passed before Joe Di pulled a bottle from his bag and sprinkled medicinal powder over the man’s severed hand. Then, grabbing his long blade, he sliced several thin, narrow wooden slats from a nearby chair.
Joe Di fixed the wooden slats onto the freshly reattached hand and said to the woman who had alerted Quentin Jia, "Help him tie it up and hang it around his neck."
"Yes." The woman didn’t dare say a word and quickly stepped forward to help.
"Your hand will be fine in a month. Sit aside for now—once I finish registering everyone, you can leave." Joe Di said offhandedly.
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"Yes, yes... Thank you, Senior, thank you!" The thin man said gratefully, his tone respectful and even a little excited.
He had just tried moving his fingers—right after Joe Di reattached his wrist, he could feel them again. This proved Joe Di’s medical skills were just as extraordinary as he claimed. As for whether Joe Di was the one who cut off his hand, he no longer cared.
Everyone here was in a gray area of business. What was a severed hand, really? If Joe Di killed him, he’d just have to accept his bad luck.
Joe Di tossed a card onto the table. "Just transfer the registration fee to my account."
Joe Di didn’t have a bank card of his own; this one had been given to him by Zoe Shen.
"Senior, I’d like to register too..." The white man who had pointed a gun at Joe Di—and had his wrist cut off by Joe Di’s blade—hurried over.
His hand had been severed for some time; if it wasn’t treated soon, it might die completely.
Joe Di glanced at the man and said coolly, "You dared point a gun at me. As a doctor, that puts me in a foul mood..."
"Senior, I have three hundred sixty million Union Credits in cash. If you’re willing to wait, I can also sell my stocks and real estate..." The man spoke quickly and urgently.
Joe Di secretly admired the man’s constitution and ability. His wrist had been severed for so long, yet after some basic first aid, he was still holding on.
"Three hundred million Union Credits will barely do. What can I say—I’m soft-hearted." Joe Di couldn’t be bothered to wait for him to sell stocks.
(That’s all for today’s update. Good night, friends!)