While Russell was buying mutton fat jade, on the top floor of the Interstellar Galaxy, an area off-limits to the public, the core executives of the company held office.

"Uncle Fu, what do you think that person's background is?" asked a woman draped in a vibrant red chiffon dress, her brows slightly furrowed.

"What do you think, Miss? You interacted with him personally; surely you must have some insights," replied the elderly man named Uncle Fu, lounging on the sofa in the woman's office, leisurely brewing a cup of tea.

"I'm really not sure this time," the woman, referred to as Miss, replied with confusion. "By all accounts, this young man's demeanor didn't match that of a rich heir, even though he had a formidable bodyguard by his side."

"The only thing I could deduce was that he could precisely predict the dice numbers in every round. Is that possible? Is this world truly full of supernatural abilities, or am I too ignorant?"

Had Russell been present, he would have been shocked to recognize the charismatic woman as the one who had followed his bets at the casino table.

"From what I know, true supernatural abilities don’t exist," Uncle Fu declared with certainty.

And even if they did, those wouldn’t be called supernatural abilities but rather supernatural wastes—nothing of real use. Uncle Fu had significant knowledge in this area.

He sipped his fragrant tea with great relish before continuing, "However, I have heard that there are indeed some ancient martial sects in this world. Those in the know call them the Ancient Martial Arts Sects. Perhaps that young man belongs to one of them."

"Ancient Martial Arts Sects? Like the highly skilled martial artists you've encountered?" the woman asked, astonished. Although martial arts experts were rare in the modern city, someone of her status had come into contact with a few, including Uncle Fu, who was one of the best.

"No, what you’ve encountered are ordinary martial arts practitioners without the rigorous, systematic training. The Ancient Martial Arts Sects are hidden factions that have existed since the beginning of dynasties and continue to this day, unknown to most."

"They sound incredibly powerful," the woman noted, her eyes showing a flicker of wonder, as it was the first time Uncle Fu spoke of such secretive matters.

“Indeed, although their numbers are few, each sect only takes one or two disciples per generation. There’s a possibility this Russell is one of the latest disciples entering the secular world,” Uncle Fu suggested, though with some uncertainty.

“But what does martial arts have to do with dice games? Being skilled in martial arts doesn’t mean you can see through the dice cup.”

“It isn’t about seeing; it's about hearing. Martial artists develop a sense for distinguishing positions through sound. The masters you’ve met wouldn't come close to this, but if he’s from a rare Ancient Martial Arts Sect, then the impossible becomes possible.”

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“That powerful? It sounds like a myth to me, determining dice points just by listening. How strong would one’s hearing have to be? Is that even humanly possible? My family has run a casino for years, and this is the first time I've encountered something like this.”

In reality, not everything could be like in the movies, where someone knew everything just by listening. Despite her years, the woman found it hard to believe. Yet, the young man had performed such feats, though subtly, it was apparent to someone like her who spent considerable time at the casino tables.

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you. These people are very few, and that young man might have simply needed money, hence breaking his sect’s rules. Let’s just pretend it never happened," Uncle Fu remarked calmly.

Having lived a long life, Uncle Fu had no ambition left and little curiosity about such matters. He had only heard about the Ancient Martial Arts Sects through stories, unsure if they even still existed. He hadn’t encountered anyone like that in his long life.

"What about the Western bodyguard? Could he be stronger than you?"

"He certainly possesses significant strength. From the surveillance footage, he seems to have mastered a hard martial art akin to Iron Shirt Kung Fu. Still, if it came to a fight, I’m confident I could subdue him," Uncle Fu boasted, not realizing he had misjudged him. Kaiser’s abilities came from his natural attributes, not Iron Shirt Kung Fu, and would certainly have surprised Uncle Fu.

"Do you think he’ll come again?" the woman asked, intrigued. Since Bruce Lee's fame had spread, Westerners often cherished Chinese martial arts even more than locals. She had met numerous foreigners who were formidable in Chinese kung fu.

Moreover, when foreigners came to China to train, their dedication and perseverance were often astonishing.

The woman was mainly curious about the young man possibly originating from the Ancient Martial Arts Sects. Even though Uncle Fu described it lightly, Li Yunshi could detect a hint of reverence, wondering if such fearsome sects truly existed, enough to make someone like Uncle Fu cautious.

Meanwhile, several miles away, Russell had no idea he had been speculated to have such a background.

Upon leaving the gold and jewelry shop, he encountered someone he wished he could kick off the planet. If such a thing were possible.

"Master, big brother, boss! I'll call you godfather—just take me in. Or I can introduce you to my little sister. She’s absolutely pure, beautiful, wealthy, and definitely a virgin..."

Begging and pleading with all his might, this person was seemingly ready to do anything. If not for being in a busy area, Russell couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t act on impulse and let Kaiser vaporize him. This guy had clearly watched too many comedies, and his incessant chatter threatened to drive Russell insane.

"Ah, boss, what are you looking for? Mutton fat jade? Don’t bother, I guarantee the piece you just got was pure luck. I bet you won't find another premium piece like it in all of Macau."

Russell had no idea how this persistent individual had followed him from the casino, but he had worn Russell’s patience thin. Additionally, this rich kid had a nasty habit of saying whatever came to mind.

It had been two hours since Russell acquired that piece of premium mutton fat jade. He'd browsed numerous gold shops, jade stores, and auction houses but hadn’t found another piece suitable for his spiritual stone requirements.

They were either not up to standard, too small, or lacked the necessary thickness. Did he really need to travel to Xinjiang to acquire raw materials? Would he even have the time for it?

"Enough! Didn’t you say your father is powerful in Hong Kong? If you can bring me a piece of mutton fat jade matching this specification within five hours, I’ll consider taking you in," Russell declared in frustration, waving the premium jade before the pestering young heir.

"Hehe, you said it. Five hours. Please, Master, Boss, allow me to disappear for a bit," the young man grinned, taking Russell’s challenge seriously and promptly vanishing from sight.