Chapter 58: Wandering Leisurely

Once the police arrived, there was nothing left for Jiang Zheng to do. The traffickers and the children would all be handled by the authorities; he didn’t need to concern himself any further.

Back at the hotel, Jiang Zheng brought dinner for Zhou Quanyi. Though it was quite late, thankfully there was still a restaurant open.

“You’re back, Fourth?” Zhou Quanyi glanced over his shoulder, still playing his game when he heard Jiang Zheng come in.

“Yeah. I brought you some food,” Jiang Zheng replied, handing over the meal.

“Just set it down. I’ll eat in a bit,” Zhou Quanyi said.

“Alright, I’ll leave it here for you,” Jiang Zheng responded.

A while later, Zhou Quanyi finished his game, took off his headphones, and began eating.

“Why didn’t you go to the internet café to play today, Boss?” Jiang Zheng asked.

“Didn’t feel like it. I was too tired from all the walking this morning,” Zhou Quanyi answered.

Jiang Zheng fell silent.

He found that hard to believe—Zhou Quanyi had spent nearly the entire morning in a figurine shop, hardly walking at all. And yet he claimed to be exhausted?

Jiang Zheng couldn’t quite understand, but he didn’t press the issue. Suddenly, Zhou Quanyi seemed to remember something and asked, “By the way, Fourth, why were you out for so long today? You called me earlier to say you were on your way back, but it took ages before you returned.”

“I ran into something on the way,” Jiang Zheng replied.

“What happened?” Zhou Quanyi looked up, finally noticing something off about Jiang Zheng.

The bloodstains on Jiang Zheng’s clothes had long since dried, solidifying into patterns that resembled nothing more than designs. Since he was wearing dark colors, the blood was hard to spot. His wounds were shallow and had already stopped bleeding—not a drop more had seeped out. The speed at which Jiang Zheng’s wounds had stopped bleeding was much faster than before, at least twice as quick. He supposed it was due to his improved physical condition.

When Jiang Zheng had come in earlier, Zhou Quanyi had been engrossed in his game and only gave him a fleeting glance, not paying much attention. Now, he finally noticed something was amiss.

Immediately, Zhou Quanyi frowned and asked, “Fourth, are you hurt? What happened?”

Jiang Zheng replied, “It’s nothing serious, just some minor injuries. Here’s what happened…” He began to recount his evening—how he’d stumbled upon two traffickers, how the police had arrived—giving Zhou Quanyi a rough rundown of the events.

Zhou Quanyi listened with mounting excitement. Especially when Jiang Zheng described taking on the two traffickers by himself, Zhou Quanyi wished he’d been there as well, to help Jiang Zheng subdue them.

When Jiang Zheng finished, Zhou Quanyi said with some regret, “If I’d known, I would’ve gone out with you tonight.”

Jiang Zheng simply smiled. If Zhou Quanyi had been with him, perhaps they wouldn’t have encountered the traffickers at all. Sometimes, the outcome of an incident hinges on the smallest change.

“Are your injuries serious?” Zhou Quanyi asked, a note of worry in his voice. The sight of Jiang Zheng’s dried blood was alarming enough; he could only imagine how much worse it must have been earlier.

“It’s nothing—just a few scratches. Don’t worry about it,” Jiang Zheng replied nonchalantly.

“Still, maybe you should get some disinfectant. If those wounds get infected, it’ll be a problem,” Zhou Quanyi insisted.

Jiang Zheng shook his head. “Really, it’s fine. I’m going to shower—this shirt is a lost cause anyway.” With that, he got up and headed to the bathroom.

Zhou Quanyi dug into his meal, and once he was done, continued playing his game.

As the water ran over his wounds, Jiang Zheng felt a faint stinging. No matter how fit he’d become, the wounds still hurt. His constitution had indeed improved, but only within the bounds of normal human limits.

After his shower, Jiang Zheng considered his clothes for a moment before deciding to throw them out. There were several tears, and the bloodstains had dried and become impossible to remove.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Jiang Zheng felt much more comfortable. He realized it was late for his daily update, so he hurried to post the day’s content. Once he’d finished, he lay down on the bed and began doing sit-ups.

Zhou Quanyi finished another game and turned to see Jiang Zheng exercising on the bed.

“What are you doing, Fourth?” he asked.

“Working out,” Jiang Zheng replied.

“You’re covered in cuts; you should rest more. There’s no need to rush your routine,” Zhou Quanyi said.

“It’s fine. The point of exercise is consistency. If I put it off, it loses its meaning,” Jiang Zheng answered.

Seeing his advice fall on deaf ears, Zhou Quanyi didn’t try to argue further.

The next day, Jiang Zheng woke early. Glancing at Zhou Quanyi, who was still fast asleep, he headed downstairs.

He bought breakfast and returned to the hotel. By then, Zhou Quanyi was up as well.

“Hurry up and eat,” Jiang Zheng called.

“I’m coming, just need to brush my teeth,” Zhou Quanyi replied.

He quickly finished washing up and joined Jiang Zheng for breakfast.

“Boss, are you planning to go out today?” Jiang Zheng asked.

“I don’t feel like it. Too tired,” Zhou Quanyi replied, shaking his head.

“Come on, Boss, it’s a waste not to explore when we’ve come all this way,” Jiang Zheng coaxed.

“I really don’t want to. You know I’m lazy,” Zhou Quanyi insisted.

Jiang Zheng had to concede. It seemed no amount of persuasion would budge him. “So you’re staying in the hotel to game all day?”

“I’ll probably find an internet café today,” Zhou Quanyi said.

“Alright, I’ll go out exploring on my own then,” Jiang Zheng said.

“Okay. When will you be back?” Zhou Quanyi asked.

“Not sure. Depends how long I feel like wandering,” Jiang Zheng replied.

“That’s fine. I might stay at the café all night, so don’t worry about me—just sleep when you get back,” Zhou Quanyi said.

“Got it,” Jiang Zheng answered.

After breakfast, Jiang Zheng tidied up and headed out.

He wandered through the city, visiting not only famous sights and attractions but also meandering through side streets and alleys, exploring on his own.

Every city had its own unique charm, and Jiang Zheng was determined to experience it fully.

Suddenly, he understood the true meaning of travel. It wasn’t just about spending money in a place where others had grown bored of their routines. The greatest value of travel was seeing a different world.

Some things simply couldn’t be captured in videos or on the internet; only by being there in person could one truly understand.

Jiang Zheng spent the whole day out—from morning until evening, barely resting except for a longer pause at lunch. The rest of the time, he was either standing or walking, rarely stopping to sit.

Even with his extraordinary stamina, by the end of the day, Jiang Zheng was thoroughly exhausted.

Yet inside, he felt deeply fulfilled.