North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 83 - 79章 Patching the Shortcoming, Anthony’s Cold-blooded Hardcore Teaching (4600 words, double - s combined)_3
Chapter 83: 79章 Patching the Shortcoming, Anthony’s Cold-blooded Hardcore Teaching (4600 words, double Chapters combined)_3
Dean gave Anthony his current address. They arranged to meet there in two days.
After hanging up, Dean took a deep breath. Ignoring the swelling all over his body, he charged back in and began another round of self-torture.
「Two days later.」
In the cold morning breeze, Dean, wearing only his underwear and covered in bruises, stood by the mirror next to the window and summoned the panel.
On the last day of his vacation, before Anthony’s arrival, he had finally practiced Ancient Muay Thai to L1. It was time to allocate his Skill Points!
Dean didn’t hesitate. He went all-in with his four Skill Points!
BOOM.
Dean’s mind went blank, and he lost consciousness for a moment.
The next second, streams of illusory yet vivid memories bombarded his mind, each one feeling as if he were experiencing it firsthand.
At the same time, as Dean absorbed the memories, warmth surged through his fists, feet, elbows, and knees, subtly altering their form and erasing the purple bruises.
「Time passed.」
When the last wisp of memory was absorbed, the changes in Dean’s body also concluded.
He opened his eyes and shook his slightly dazed head before examining himself in the mirror. Compared to before, his well-proportioned physique had become more defined. His seemingly delicate skin now felt like leather—tough and abrasive, as if it had been repeatedly rubbed with coarse salt until calluses formed.
It’s truly miraculous. My touch and sensitivity are unchanged, but I feel more resilient to blows. Plus, I have this instinctive sensitivity to distances. Looking at myself in the mirror, I subconsciously position my limbs so I can instantaneously strike at the vital points in the reflection...
Dean shifted his gaze, his consciousness focusing on the changes in the panel information in his mind.
Skill Points: 4→3.
Ancient Muay Thai: L1→L2.
This was the first enhancement.
Skill Points: 3→0.
Ancient Muay Thai: L2→L3.
This was the second enhancement.
Enhancing Ancient Muay Thai consumed more Skill Points than improving handgun skills.
Considering the changes in his skin, Dean did not delve deeper.
He turned his attention to the panel’s annotations.
Ancient Muay Thai L3: Through years of furiously drawing upon the latent potential of your flesh, blood, and marrow, the hardness of your fists, feet, elbows, and knees is comparable to hardwood. You’ve developed an instinct for bare-knuckle brawling, allowing you to swiftly kill multiple surrounding enemies with devastating blows.
There is a limit to human capabilities. From the description, L3 Ancient Muay Thai certainly didn’t seem as impressive as Handgun L3.
But Dean was already very satisfied. Although his physical attributes seemed unchanged, his defense was overwhelmingly superior to what it was before. Furthermore, his combat instincts and techniques now allowed him to easily kill his former self.
At this point, he possessed a handgun for long-range combat and the ferocious Ancient Muay Thai for close quarters. Dean could finally breathe a sigh of relief when it came to self-preservation.
Anthony wasn’t expected so early.
After getting dressed, Dean went into the courtyard and cleared away all the practice equipment.
Having completed all this, he stood at the entrance of the road, waiting for Anthony to arrive, while carefully pondering: With Anthony knowing so many skills, which one should I learn to improve my case-solving speed the most? The Mind Reading Technique seems promising.
It was at this moment.
DING-A-LING.
The crisp ring of a bicycle bell interrupted Dean’s train of thought.
He looked up. On the narrow path outside the yard, a golden-haired little girl of about eight or nine, riding a children’s bicycle, pedaled furiously, panting as she came to a stop at his yard gate.
She blinked her big eyes at Dean twice before saying shyly, "An old man asked me to give this note to the handsome Mr. Dean. Are you Mr. Dean?"
Dean was amused by her and laughed, "Yes, indeed, charming lady. You have great insight."
"Hehe."
The little girl was very shy. After wedging the note in the crack of the yard gate, she pedaled back the way she came.
Taking the note, Dean opened it with curiosity.
It read only a few lines:
Dean, this is the fourth lesson I’m going to teach you.
The human heart!
I’ve discovered an interesting case that is about to happen.
It might help you understand the essence of the Mind Reading Technique.
Please arrive at Morgan Prison Number Fifteen by ten o’clock tonight.
--Anthony Morgan
Dean put away the note, marveling. True to form, Anthony not only predicted the imminent occurrence of a murder but also prepared to use it as a teaching tool for me...
The note revealed a lot of information. Since it was a lesson, Anthony certainly wasn’t asking him to prevent the murder.
This meant that the murder would be over before ten o’clock. Using someone’s life as a teaching tool.
The impact of such a lesson would be far more profound than anything mere words or simple demonstrations could achieve.
To this, Dean could only exclaim inwardly, As expected of Anthony—so cold-blooded and hardcore!
