"Hello, this is the Chiyangzi Dojo..." Ethan Bruce's enthusiastic voice on the phone interrupted Ethan Brooks's memories. "Ms. Wang, I predicted you would call at this very moment. Are you feeling some unclean presence at home this time? Don't worry! I will come over right away..."

Ethan Bruce skillfully put on the freshly dried Taoist robe, packed various tools into his backpack, grabbed his "Iron-Mouth Judgment" in hand, and stepped out the door. At the same time, he didn't forget to shout to Ethan Brooks, who was squatting in the bathroom, "Remember to go to the hospital for a follow-up later, and go to the East Suburb Forest tonight."

A fat sheep? Ethan Brooks pulled up his pants and walked out of the room. Looking at the freshly made hot noodle soup on the table, he shook his head and muttered to himself, "Let's hope this time isn't like the last few, where someone we've scammed before catches up to us and I end up getting beaten along with you."

Ethan Bruce was a drifter making a living on the road. Ever since Ethan Brooks could remember, he had always relied on trickery and scams to get by. Sometimes, when luck was good and they found a fat sheep, father and son could enjoy a few good days. When luck was bad, it meant someone they had scammed came knocking.

Those scenes couldn't even be described as mere chaos—several tough women, not caring at all that their thousand-yuan manicures might get ruined, would claw at the father and son with all their might, not stopping until their clothes were torn to shreds.

A sudden knock at the door interrupted Ethan Brooks's noodle-eating reverie. Opening the door, he found two men in black suits and sunglasses, with perfect physiques, dressed just like the Men in Black from the movies.

Ethan Brooks cautiously sized up the two expressionless cool guys in front of him. Besides wondering how they could stand the heat dressed like that in the middle of summer, he also tried to guess their purpose.

Were they here for revenge after being scammed by his old man? Or had they been tricked and were now seeking his father's help?

"Excuse me, is this the home of Master Chiyangzi? We are the Liang family, as previously arranged."

Among the two men in black, the taller one—probably around 1.9 meters—suddenly spoke up.

Ethan Brooks quickly determined that these two must have just been scammed by his old man and didn't yet know he was a fraud. Otherwise, they wouldn't be asking for "Master Chiyangzi" but would be angrily shouting, "Where's that old fraud Chiyangzi!"

Fat sheep! Absolutely prime fat sheep!

That was Ethan Brooks's second judgment about the two men. As a seasoned con artist, his father would never reveal their home address unless the target was worth it. Only when the mark was valuable enough would he give out the address, and then, after the scam, they would move out quickly!

Chapter Two: Fleece the Fat Sheep, Revitalize Life

"Please wait a moment." Ethan Brooks pulled out a battered knockoff phone from his shorts pocket and skillfully dialed a number. "Master Chiyangzi, this is your Taoist attendant. There are two black men at home, claiming to be the Liang family..."

On the other end, Ethan Bruce's excited shout came through: "Oh, oh, oh! The Liang family! They've taken a liking to the celestial jade pendant I got from the moon. Take the money—thirty thousand! Thirty thousand yuan!"

Thirty thousand? Ethan Brooks grumbled inwardly. Since when does the moon produce jade? And a jade pendant, no less? If it really came from the moon, someone would pay thirty million for it, right? Thirty thousand? Are these two fat sheep really that dumb? Why not say it's from the Moon Palace fairy Chang'e herself...

"That's right, I snuck into the Moon Palace at night and saw the palace transformed into a jade pendant sealing a demon king!"

Ethan Bruce's shouting made Ethan Brooks realize which "treasure" his father was talking about. It was a piece of jade his old man had picked up at a ghost market for three and a half yuan one night. When he brought it home, he said, "Doesn't this jade look like the Moon Palace? And doesn't the black shadow inside look like a sealed demon king?"

Three and a half sold for thirty thousand? Ethan Brooks couldn't help but be impressed, and as he took the thirty thousand from the "fat sheep," he sighed again—this scam was a bit ruthless. They'd probably have to move to a whole new city this time.

"Gentlemen, please wait a moment." Ethan Brooks, separated by the barred security door, turned and dragged a wooden box from under the bed to the door, rummaging through it for the so-called Moon Palace treasure. After searching for a while, he remembered he'd hung the jade around his neck out of boredom a few days ago.

Ethan Brooks quickly took off the "treasure," then pulled out a few similar pieces of jade from the box and began a new round of salesmanship.

"Gentlemen, this is truly fate. My master went to the moon again recently and brought back these pieces of treasure jade. Look at this one—doesn't it look like an immortal mountain is sealed inside? This one is called the Immortal Mountain Treasure Jade, only twenty-five thousand. And this one seals the Dragon King of the East Sea..."

Ethan Brooks enthusiastically pitched his father's ghost market junk, thinking, since we're definitely moving this time, might as well go big! Though he didn't scam people often, he occasionally played the part.

But before Ethan Brooks could finish his sales pitch, he saw the two men—who looked like special agents in black—take off their sunglasses and stare at him with an expression that said they were looking at a fool.

Ethan Brooks realized his sales pitch had failed. He just didn't know where he went wrong—why could his old man turn these two into fat sheep, while he could only become a dumb pig in their eyes.