Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 763 - 763: Wang, you dare to cheat me!!!_1

"Commissioner Feng, the sun's almost down. Why haven't you arrived yet?""Ah? Not coming? What's the reason?"

"Oh, it's because young Wang went this morning and already completed the submission."

"Can it still be changed now? I'm worried that young Wang, being young, might have filled it out incorrectly."

"It's already been reported and can't be changed. Sorry for bothering you, Commissioner Feng." The principal offered a forced smile before hanging up.

The next moment, his face darkened to an unparalleled degree.

"That little whelp actually dared to screw me over!" The principal had already settled everything, even received the money, only to be deceived by Wang Linchi.

He'd been a hawk all his life, only to have his eyes pecked out by a sparrow today.

Just thinking about having to return the money—no, even more than he had received—made his heart bleed.

He failed to complete the task, and they expect him to return the money as is? Dream on! He would definitely have to compensate the other party.

As for pocketing the money and not doing the job, he wouldn't dare.

The principal of the Martial Arts University held a higher position and was stronger than him. They might not be able to destroy him, but they could easily place obstacles on his path to promotion, which would be enough to make him suffer.

Therefore, he didn't dare to complain about the other party. He could only blame Wang Linchi for not knowing the rules. How dare he ruin such a good deal?

There was nothing he could do now. If he dared to cause trouble, the Martial Arts University Wang Linchi had applied to wouldn't stand for it.

Change the application just like that? And for a school from a small, run-down place? What did they take the Martial Arts University for?

He didn't dare offend other Martial Arts Universities, so he thought he could offend this one?

Therefore, he could only swallow this bitter pill himself.

"No! I absolutely cannot let this little brat off!" The principal swallowed the bitter pill, but he couldn't swallow his anger.

He didn't dare offend the Martial Arts University, but did that mean he couldn't deal with a mere Martial Student? He was a martial master; teaching a Martial Student a lesson would be child's play.

He set out immediately. He had Wang Linchi's home address and rushed over at once.

However, when he arrived, the place was already empty.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" a cautious voice challenged him.

"Me? And who are you?" The principal looked the man up and down, his expression filled with displeasure. His mood was already foul; how could he possibly have a good attitude?

"I'm the landlord of this house. What are you doing here?" The man wasn't afraid at all; on the contrary, he sounded perfectly justified.

"This is my student's place. It's normal for me to check on it."

"Where is he? Why isn't he here?" The principal glanced at the landlord, noting he wasn't even a Martial Artist, so he paid him no mind.

"He terminated his lease. He packed up and left at noon today. I came over this afternoon to take back the property." The landlord's expression softened somewhat when he heard the principal say this.

"What?!" The principal was shocked. He ran off at noon? It certainly looks premeditated.

And the landlord, seeing the principal's expression, also seemed to have thought of something.

"Yes, he said he was going to school. If anyone came looking for him, he asked me to pass on a message: 'Many thanks for the principal's guidance.'" The landlord observed the principal.

This immediately set the principal off. That little brat actually dared to mock him as he was leaving!

"I see."

"Do you know which school he went to?" The principal, of course, didn't know which Martial Arts University Wang Linchi had applied to, since Wang Linchi had acted behind his back.

"I'm not too sure. He was in a hurry to catch a plane and didn't say much." The landlord shook his head. How would he know about such things? He only cared about his property.

"If there's nothing else, I need to start clearing out the house."

The landlord said this, clearly intending to get him to leave.

Wang Linchi had left the place very clean; he had obviously hired someone to tidy up. The landlord thought to himself that Wang Linchi was an honest person. Leaving in such a hurry, there must have been some hidden reason.

And that hidden reason was very likely this man before him; otherwise, why would he have such an expression?

"Hmph." The principal snorted coldly and then strode away.

Now that he hadn't caught the boy, seeking revenge later would be much more troublesome.

Wang Linchi's student records had already been transferred when the application was submitted today. Holding onto the physical paper file was useless. For a Martial Artist, such petty tricks were utterly pointless.

He could withhold the physical file, but Wang Linchi could simply generate a new one at the Martial Arts University and completely ignore him.

Now, there were only two ways to find him. First, use connections in the education department to find out which Martial Arts University Wang Linchi had applied to. Second, go through the aviation department to check which flight Wang Linchi had taken and his destination.

However, either method would require spending a significant amount of money. He had connections, but people wouldn't help him for free.

He wasn't an important figure to begin with; how could he expect favors for nothing?

"Little bastard, just you wait until I get my hands on you!" All he could do was return, fuming.

Once he left his turf at South District Second School, he had no real power at all.

As for him being a martial master? To put it bluntly, he simply lacked sufficient Potential. Top-tier Martial Arts Universities recruiting Martial Artists with special physiques required them to be at the martial master stage. He just didn't measure up.

「Meanwhile, Wang Linchi boarded the plane smoothly.」

Looking at the message from his landlord, he couldn't help but smile.

So, the principal actually came looking for me. Heh, he's really petty.

But the landlord said he was furious. It seems this deal really was quite substantial.

The principal came looking for me, obviously to make me change my application. As long as I hadn't officially enrolled at the university, changing it wouldn't be a problem.

If he hadn't gone himself and the principal had managed to change it directly, then when I arrived at the Martial Arts University and they found the information didn't match, that would have been a real mess.

The principal definitely couldn't withstand the wrath of the Martial Arts University.

After all, what the principal did was like flaunting his backside in their faces—who could stand for that?

Not only would the principal be in trouble, but anyone who helped him make the changes would also suffer. So, it wouldn't actually get to that point, because no one would help him.

Tampering with applications secretly wasn't something that could be resolved just by the thickness of an envelope bribe. The person who could approve such a change could do so because of their position. If word got out and they were dismissed, they'd lose the qualification to 'feel the thickness' of future envelopes, all for this one case. Who would be foolish enough to do that?

"Well, hello there, young man. We meet again." A somewhat hearty voice sounded. A portly man squeezed into the seat next to Wang Linchi, his bulk overflowing a bit.

Wang Linchi had briefly chatted with the man while waiting in the departure lounge earlier, mainly out of boredom.

Little did he expect they'd hit it off... Bullshit. He knew it wasn't that simple. This was probably more trouble knocking on his door.

Otherwise, how could a random stranger he'd just met show up again? How could there be such a coincidence?

"We meet again, my big-hearted, stout brother." Wang Linchi didn't put on a cold or disdainful expression. Since he couldn't avoid it, he might as well face it head-on.

"I just love it when you call me 'big-hearted and stout'!" The man clearly liked Wang Linchi's way of putting it. Most people were malicious about his obesity behind his back, but Wang Linchi wasn't; he treated it as a normal thing.

For Wang Linchi, his Family had members far fatter and more grotesque than this man. Besides, in his eyes, the man wasn't just a person but an aggregation of data.

"With a chest that broad, you might need the flight attendant to get you an extra seatbelt extension," Wang Linchi joked.

"Can they do that?" He hadn't thought such a service existed.

"Of course. You're a paying passenger. How could they not provide it?" Seeing the man was a bit shy, Wang Linchi quickly helped him sort it out.

Only then did the man exclaim that it was indeed much more comfortable. After some more polite chat, he finally asked, "Young man, what are you going to Eastern State for?"

"School. I was recommended for admission to Eastern State Martial Arts University. Some family matters came up, so I had to leave a bit earlier." Wang Linchi wasn't concerned about revealing his itinerary.

The man smiled. "What a coincidence! I'm also going near Eastern State University. We can go together."

"We can't go together. You probably can't take the bus; you'll have to take a taxi," Wang Linchi said, shaking his head, intending to decline.

"Eh?" The man hadn't expected Wang Linchi to say that. However, it actually made him relax. This kid isn't targeting me, and he doesn't know my identity. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so calm.

"Speaking of which, with a physique like yours, if you trained in some corresponding Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts, you'd be practically invincible against ten thousand foes," Wang Linchi said.

This wasn't false praise. Most traditional Generals weren't all lean muscle; they were often "fat-wrapped muscle." For someone in this man's condition, with specific Cultivation Techniques, he could truly leverage his natural advantages.

"Oh? Tell me more." The man's interest was piqued. He had never thought about this before. After all, most Martial Artists had well-proportioned physiques.