Realizing that Arthur was definitely not a godsend, the two decided to take him down!
But no sooner had the thought crossed their minds than Arthur lunged forward.
First, he landed a blow to the neck of the man on the left, causing him to stagger backward, clutching his neck. Before he could retreat far, Arthur grabbed him and threw his massive body right at his companion.
The two of them were both big and strong, and now they were rolling together in a heap, their combined weight and the hardness of the ground making Arthur wince in sympathy. "That must hurt!"
As the words fell, he plunged into the crowd.
As for where the crowd came from… with such a commotion, bystanders were bound to gather.
As soon as he was gone, a group of thugs from the club rushed out, dispersing the crowd and searching for Arthur… but they couldn't find him.
Actually, Arthur hadn't gone far. He was right in the middle of the crowd.
In fact, he was actually being chased away by those thugs while everyone's attention was focused on the commotion outside the club.
The reason he was able to do this was because he used the fact that everyone's attention was focused on the incident at the club entrance to hide his black outfit in the Disassembler Space.
It was so convenient; he didn't even have to reach out and touch anything.
Anyway, Arthur thought, he had never realized before just how useful the Disassembler's space could be.
It was like having a bug-like ability.
In the past, he didn't know if he could take people with him, but today he saw it.
Randolph was at least six feet tall and covered in muscle… but he was still taken away without even a chance to resist.
"I wonder if it would be harder to take someone away if they resisted?"
In the next moment, Arthur had a sudden inspiration.
He suddenly felt that the Gilders were pathetic!
Armed with a bunch of treasures, a "Wang's Treasure" would make him feel great.
He could turn around and throw a bunch of musclemen at the people he had gathered.
Hell, they would either scare him to death or not even kill him!
"That scene… would definitely make people look away!"
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…
On the roof of a building!
Arthur had already put on his disguise and shouted loudly, "I've made a decision, and it's you, Randolph!"
Muscle Boy Randolph appeared in front of Arthur in an instant, continuing the previous unfinished actions, and was about to shoot at Arthur… but he didn't have a gun!
Arthur had only made Randolph appear, and his gun remained in the Disassembler space.
And Randolph seemed to be a little confused, looking around confusedly, almost asking three questions of his soul.
"Are you all right?"
Arthur waved at him and asked.
"You bastard, what did you do to me after all?"
Randolph tried to raise his fist, but after two steps out, he turned in a circle and lay on the ground: "I'm so dizzy…"
"Uh… do you feel like… you're motion sick?" Arthur scratched his head.
"I never get motion sickness. Damn it, what have you done to me?"
Randolph glared angrily, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked at Arthur as if Arthur were his mortal enemy… well, he wasn't wrong!
After thinking for a moment, Arthur waved his hand. "Come out, Safe!"
When Randolph saw this, he became furious.
"It's mine now," Arthur told him, "You'd better calm down. If you're willing to cooperate, just tell me the password. Otherwise, I have ways to get this thing open."
Of course, he had learned how to open a safe before, and the one in front of him didn't look much different from the ones he had seen in the past.
But the door on the roof of the club left Arthur with a certain psychological shadow.
"Don't even think about it, you thief!"
Randolph was furious. He had never seen anyone as shameless as Arthur.
Kidnapping him, stealing his safe, and now asking him for the password?
Arthur sighed, "Forget it, I guess it's always best to do it yourself."
He crouched down against the safe, listened to the twisting and turning, and surprisingly, in less than a minute, the safe was fiddled open.
Randolph scrambled to his feet. "This is mine."
"Oh."
Arthur grabbed his wrist, and then Randolph was gone.
Watching Randolph in the Disassembler space, Arthur noticed that this guy was in a state of complete stillness.
It seemed as if time had stopped at that moment.
"What could be the reason for this?"
Arthur remembered the way Randolph had behaved when he had been released, a feeling of disorientation… he had experienced that too.
He sighed softly. He didn't want to think about it anymore. What good would it do if the outcome was what he expected? Anyway, he was here now and this was his reality.
"Let's see what's in here… Here we go!"
Arthur looked into the safe and saw stacks of banknotes, gold bars, and jewels, all haphazardly placed inside the safe.
And at the bottom, bags of white powder, along with some files, brought a slight smile to Arthur's lips. "You're in trouble now."
With these things here, Randolph had basically run out of options.
After picking Randolph up again, he was still in the position of lunging forward… but he couldn't keep it steady and ended up falling flat on his face.
Arthur now had a sack in his hand into which he stuffed the powerless Randolph. "Anything else you want to say?"
"Who are you, really?"
Randolph clenched his teeth and stared at Arthur.
Arthur was silent for a moment, then grinned, "You can call me… Instructor."
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Two days later, early in the morning, Lily's loud screams woke Arthur from his dreams.
He had dreamed of dancing with Agent Carter… and because of that, he couldn't be sure if it was a sweet dream or a nightmare.
"Hurry up and come out, hurry up and come out, big news…"
Lily was still screaming outside. Arthur could only lazily get out of bed, open the door, and look at Lily with a helpless expression on his face. "Have you finally turned into a girl?"
"…If you mention this again, we can't be friends anymore…"
Lily became angry after hearing what Arthur said. She didn't realize that it was just a joke from two or three days ago.
"Alright, alright…" Arthur chuckled, "So what happened?"
"The Instructor appeared…" Lily excitedly handed the newspaper she was holding to Arthur. "The contest is over! And I… my painting won first place in the contest! I'll treat you to a feast tomorrow with the prize money!!!"
Arthur looked at this energetic girl, who always seemed to be full of life, and couldn't help but smile. "Okay."