The temporary stalls at the antique market were not fixed. Nancy Stewart only managed to secure two spots each time because of his good relationship with David Carter, but the neighboring stalls changed frequently. As a result, most of the vendors in the market were familiar with each other.

Nancy Stewart remembered the wisdom of speaking cautiously and never told anyone where he lived. However, after spending a long time at the antique market, others more or less figured out that he lived in a nearby residential complex and had a younger sister in high school. Because he let his guard down, this information was completely extracted by Brian Cooper.

Recently, Brian Cooper and his crew had stopped their grave-robbing activities and had nothing to do, so they simply wandered around the area with a few people. As luck would have it, when they passed by this residential complex, it started pouring rain. Soaked to the bone, they were about to enter a supermarket to take shelter when they happened to run into Nancy Stewart.

“Bro, we’re just doing business here—one willing to buy, one willing to sell. Why would I run?” Nancy Stewart gave a wry smile and pulled Brian Cooper a couple of steps under the awning. This made Brian Cooper look a bit less grim. In fact, his purpose in finding Nancy Stewart wasn’t really about the eight thousand yuan, but rather to get the real “hoopoe” through Nancy Stewart and complete a deal with someone in Hong Kong.

“But that’s still not—” Brian Cooper hadn’t finished his sentence when he suddenly felt his right hand loosen. The arm he was holding slipped right out of his grasp, and Nancy Stewart in front of him darted into the rain with a “whoosh,” moving even faster than the rabbits Brian Cooper often encountered in the mountains.

“Little brat.” Brian Cooper gnashed his teeth in anger, waved at William Cooper and the others, and also dashed into the rain. By the time Uncle Miller, who sensed something was off inside the supermarket, came out to check, all of them had already disappeared without a trace.

“Damn, looks like I’ll have to move.” Nancy Stewart had lived here for three years and was naturally very familiar with the area. But he didn’t dare run straight home. Instead, he circled around the complex. When he realized he still hadn’t shaken off Brian Cooper and his crew, Nancy Stewart quickly picked up his pace. If he turned the corner ahead, he’d be out of the complex, and then he could climb back over the wall later—there was no way they could keep up.

Nancy Stewart’s plan was solid, but what he didn’t expect was that the rain had made the ground slippery. Combined with his speed, he slipped as he turned the corner and crashed straight into the wall ahead. To make matters worse, the complex’s electrical box was right on that wall. Unable to stop himself, Nancy Stewart managed only to twist his body slightly before his back slammed heavily into the electrical box with a loud “bang.”

The electrical box, which needed repairs every ten days or so, was already in terrible shape and couldn’t withstand the impact of Nancy Stewart’s over a hundred pounds. There was a loud “boom,” followed by a blinding flash of electricity. The rain conducted the current, and a glowing electric web, like a spider’s web, appeared in the rain.

As if drawn by the electric web on the ground, a bolt of thunder exploded in the sky at that moment. Blinding lightning filled the night sky, and that ball of electricity sent out countless branch-like tendrils, stretching in all directions. The pitch-black night was lit up as bright as day, and the thickest bolt of lightning connected directly to Nancy Stewart on the ground.

In that daylight-bright flash, Nancy Stewart’s utterly shocked face was clearly seen by Brian Cooper, who was standing a dozen meters away and feeling a bit numb. But in the next instant, all the lights in the complex suddenly went out—the overloaded circuit had finally shorted.

“Shit, how… how did this happen?” Staring at Nancy Stewart, who was lying stiff as a board in the rain, Brian Cooper was dumbfounded. He never imagined things would turn out like this.

William Cooper, who arrived right after, also saw the scene and stammered, “Second Bro, sh-should we call the police?”

“Call the police? To save him or to arrest him? Are you looking to die? Hurry up and go!”

Brian Cooper wiped the rain from his face, took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, checked Nancy Stewart—who showed no sign of life—on the ground, then dragged William Cooper and ran out of the complex. In Brian Cooper’s mind, that Nancy Stewart was definitely dead. Hell, he wasn’t the God of Thunder—electrocuted and struck by lightning? Even with a hundred lives, he’d be dead for sure.

Chapter 6 Awakening

Nancy Stewart had never in his life known what it meant to wish for death from pain.

The moment his back hit the electrical box, it felt as if countless ants had crawled into his body. The pain of electrocution seemed to reach his very soul. In that instant, Nancy Stewart hurt so much he wanted his soul to leave his body. That kind of pain was beyond words—if Nancy Stewart’s sense of pain had remained, he was sure he would have been tortured to death by it.

Compared to this, Nancy Stewart thought his car accident was actually a blessing. If pain had levels, that was at most a three or four, but this time it was at least a thirteen or fourteen.

But Nancy Stewart was still lucky. Just as he was wondering if his soul could ascend, his consciousness slipped away. The scene of lightning and thunder in the night sky, like some immortal transcending tribulation, was something Nancy Stewart never saw. Simply put, Nancy Stewart passed out.