Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 122: A Trap Against Him

"—are you sure about this? I heard that Han Yu was at the Ninth Stage of the Body Tempering Realm Now."

"Of course I’m sure. That’s why we have to be careful. The others said he’s an anomaly. We can’t let him grow any further."

Han Yu’s heart skipped a beat. ’They’re talking about me?!’

He leaned back against the wall, half-hiding behind its edge, pretending to adjust his snack as he listened even more intently.

"According to the report," the second voice said grimly, "his body is far sturdier than it should be. His endurance is abnormal, and his vitality is freakishly high for a servant. If he’s left alone, he might actually climb out of his lowly status."

A third voice chimed in, filled with scorn.

"Hmph! A servant daring to dream? How can he become a disciple before us!? Let’s see how he dreams when he’s six feet under."

The first voice chuckled darkly.

"We’ll strike soon. I’ve already prepared a trap. It will suppress his physique and vital energy. Once he’s weakened, we’ll finish him off cleanly. No one will know it was us."

"Are you sure we won’t have any issues if his death is discovered?" The second person asked.

"No. There’s already several disciples that want to get rid of him. They’ll handle it all." The first person assured.

"That’s good. Looks like he’s made plenty of enemies." They chuckled.

Han Yu gripped his broom tighter, his mind racing.

’They’re planning to ambush me... and they’ve even prepared a trap that can suppress me!’

He forced himself to stay calm.

Panic wouldn’t help.

Knowledge was his only advantage right now.

’If they think they can suppress me with some cheap trick, they’re in for a surprise,’ Han Yu thought grimly. ’But I’ll have to be smart about this. No way I can take on multiple attackers head-on even with my new strength.’

Quietly, he slipped away from his spot, keeping to the shadows and moving with practiced care.

Years of being a street urchin had at least taught him how to avoid notice.

First, he needed to gather some information.

How many were coming?What kind of formation were they setting up?Where and when would they strike?

Han Yu’s mind worked rapidly, piecing together a plan.

If he played this right, not only could he survive—he could even turn this trap against them.

By the time he returned to his small servant’s quarters, the sun had dipped low behind the peaks, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold.

Han Yu sat cross-legged on his newly replaced mattress, slowly circulating the vital energy in his body.

He could feel the density of his tempered bones, the resilience of his muscles, and the vitality thrumming steadily in his veins.

’My body... it’s different now. I’m not the same weakling I was before.’

A small smile tugged at his lips.

’They still think I’m easy prey. Good.’

He glanced over at a small pouch hidden under one of the floorboards. It contained the few pills he had managed to save that Li Mei had given him. While he had used a lot of them in the underground fights, he still had kept a few.

It wasn’t much, but it might be enough. And if he was lucky, he might not even need to use them with his new found strength.

Still, a confrontation was inevitable.

Han Yu leaned back against the wall, staring up at the cracked ceiling.

The sect was a cruel place.Strength reigned supreme.If he didn’t stand up for himself now, he would never have another chance.

’Li Mei’s insane pills... my crazy resilience... even my broom. Everything I’ve gone through—it’s all been preparing me for this.’

He chuckled softly, though there was no joy in the sound.

"Bring it on," Han Yu whispered to the empty room.

The next day dawned misty and cold. Perfect weather for an ambush.

Han Yu moved about his chores as usual, acting casual, making sure he looked tired and distracted—like a perfect target.

He could feel the eyes on him.Watching.Waiting.

By noon, he was sent to fetch some herbs from one of the outer storage sheds—a remote area rarely visited by others. It was unusual since most of the herbs here were kept to dry for a long time and were procured in bulk, not the small amount he was asked for. Showing clearly this was a poor excuse to lure him into a trap.

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Han Yu walked toward it slowly, broom in hand, heart pounding in his chest.He turned the corner—and immediately felt it.

A faint buzz in the air.A ripple of suppressive force trying to seep into his body.

The trap already active.

Three figures stepped out from behind the shed, faces hidden under black cloaks.

"Han Yu," the leader sneered. "It’s nothing personal. Just be a good boy and die quietly."

"We set up some talismans, that will suppress you." Another man laughed.

Han Yu smiled sweetly.

’Of course they’re bound to do their ’grand reveal’ of the plan.’

His grip tightened around the broom.

He knew that even if he was prepared, things could always go wrong. Besides the fact that the servants had such talismans revealed that they had obtained them from disciples. There was no other way they would manage to get their hands on them otherwise.

There was someone pulling the strings from the back, as for who, that was yet to be known.

Han Yu spun the boom once in his hand like a staff, the motion easy and natural.

"I’ve always wanted to ask," Han Yu said, cocking his head, "what’s it like being so scared of a junior servant that you need to gang up on him?"

The leader’s face twisted with fury.

"Kill him!"

The three charged forward.

Han Yu moved.

The suppression array made his body feel heavier, slower, but he had expected that.Instead of trying to match their speed, he used it against them.