A fierce sibling gross-out war ended in Jack Young’s total victory. The real MVP? His martial arts skills! Martial arts are truly amazing—not just for fighting, but also as a handy tool in daily life. With Insight Technique, he could spot even the tiniest cracks. With Rain Listening, he could track cockroaches by sound. Add Young Family Internal Boxing, and facing cockroaches felt like bullying bugs—well, technically, they really are bugs.
But when it came to battling cockroaches, the biggest hero was the Dragon Elephant Extraction Method! Cockroaches are disgusting mainly because they hide in all sorts of cracks—you can’t find them, can’t catch them. Even if you know a whole roach family is living in a gap, there’s nothing you can do. With Insight Technique at level four plus Young Family Internal Boxing, you might be able to kill them through the wall. But since Jack never learned true internal energy, pulling off a "strike through the mountain to hit the roach" isn’t so easy.
But the Dragon Elephant Extraction Method is different—this magical technique doesn’t wipe out the whole swarm instantly, but it does make these instinctively sharp little guys feel doom approaching and rush for the only exit. Thanks to the Extraction Method, Jack swept the place clean, purging the room of roaches. He listened closely—at least in this room, the rustling sounds were gone. Jack grabbed some clay and plugged up every crack he could find.
Finally, peace and quiet.
But Sophie Soo was losing her mind. Just look at this huge box of disgusting bugs—she almost slept in a roach nest! Gritting her teeth, Sophie dialed up the guy who brought the tricycle: "Get me a bucket of gasoline! I’m burning these nasty things!"
In the end, Jack talked Sophie out of committing arson and pulled her back from the brink. But this big box of roaches was still tough to kill. Word is, squashing them just helps them multiply faster, so Jack had to use Young Family Internal Boxing. He slapped the outside of the box—left palm, right palm—and the rustling inside grew louder, making Sophie’s teeth ache. By the tenth slap, the noise was fading. After twenty, the box was silent.
"Whew—" Jack let out a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The slapping itself wasn’t hard, but striking through the box to hit the roaches was surprisingly tricky. It took real effort to get the hang of it.
He lifted the lid—sure enough, almost all the roaches were dead. A couple were still twitching, barely hanging on.
"How did you do that?" Sophie finally couldn’t help but ask.
"I’m a martial arts master—the most handsome one in history." A badass life needs no explanation.
Honestly, if everyone practiced martial arts, getting rid of pests would be a piece of cake. If everyone mastered Young Family Internal Boxing, mosquitoes, flies, rats, and roaches wouldn’t stand a chance. But to be fair, cockroaches do have their own role in nature. If the world had no cockroaches, that might actually cause problems.
"Even cockroaches have their uses, you know."
Thinking this, Jack carried the box downstairs to the dumpster, flipped the lid, and poured out a flood of cockroaches. The old lady scavenging nearby jumped back two steps in fright.
Getting rid of the roaches wasn’t the end—next came a major cleaning spree. Sophie, who just teased Jack about being a Virgo (is that even allowed?), now had her neat freak mode on full blast. She scrubbed every inch of the dorm like she was trying to peel off a layer of paint.
"So, even though I’m a Gemini and have no right to say this, let’s stop roasting Virgos from now on. If anyone mocks someone’s OCD, just show them this photo." Jack’s phone screen flashed with a pic—a box crammed full of roaches. "One dorm, thousands of cockroaches—that’s our world, folks."
Sophie looked disgusted at the photo, but then she clapped her hands: "Perfect, send it to me! There are a few White Horse Group members with trypophobia—next time they bother me, I’ll print this as a giant poster and plaster it all over their dorm!"
Scheming runs in the family, I guess.
Anyway, after a whole afternoon of scheming and cleaning, the two black-bellied cousins finally got everything sorted. They grabbed a quick dinner and called it a night. Sophie crashed in her room, exhausted, while Jack stayed in his own to keep training. The fifth layer of Insight Technique is all about boosting memory, comprehension, and understanding—it’s finally living up to the name ‘Insight.’
After retraining the Seven Chakras, Jack realized these layers of Insight Technique correspond to the Crown Chakra—the seventh and most important one. In yoga, opening the crown is said to grant all sorts of mysterious powers, which actually fits.
But here’s the catch—Jack’s Subtle Change Sense doesn’t rely entirely on the Chakra Technique. Retraining the Seven Chakras did help a ton, but before he even finished, Jack had already mastered Subtle Change Sense. So, what happens if he completes retraining all six lower chakras before the crown?
Jack was really looking forward to it.
Meanwhile, Harry Huang was grinding his teeth in front of his computer screen. "Damn bastard!" There may not have been a huge crowd at the café, but there were still some onlookers. Harry Huang, the campus prince, had always lived with swagger, never humiliated like today. So he swore revenge—he would win Sophie Soo for himself!
But before revenge, Harry needed to do some serious digging. Not that he had the skills of Bobby Brooks—Bobby’s intel network was legendary, built with tons of money and effort. Harry’s "investigation" was really just about that bank card Jack flashed today.
Harry was convinced the so-called Super VIP Card was a total bluff. The guy didn’t look poor, but he didn’t scream "super rich" either. So Harry was determined to trace the card and expose his lie.
"Sophie’s totally been fooled. That punk, a Super VIP? If it’s real, I’ll spell my name backwards!" After a whole night of searching, Harry finally found what he was looking for. "Ha! Knew it! Must’ve picked some obscure card just to look cool!" Eyes shining, he scrolled through the page, ready to expose that pretty boy’s scam.
But in the next second, Harry froze like a chicken with its neck wrung, eyes wide and mouth agape: "A-a-a hundred million?!!!"
Right there in the card description: a top-tier VIP card issued only for deposits over 100 million RMB. Jack didn’t have that much now—it was just over a hundred million when he cashed out all his gold, so he got the card then. For Jack, it’s just a ticket to better banking services. For Harry, it’s a sledgehammer to the forehead.
A hundred million—an unreal number for most people. Harry Huang might be rich, but even his dad couldn’t cough up that kind of cash. That Porsche he loves? It took years of begging to get it, but for Jack, the monthly interest alone could buy a fleet.
"So what if you’re a rich kid? Big deal!" Harry muttered, chewing on his pen, finally using his brain for once as he plotted his comeback against the "rich second generation."
"What do you have besides money? I’ll expose you!" Harry Huang began his quest for payback.