Chapter 116: Skilled At Communication
In the room, a sturdy man in his thirties slid down along the wall, his arms twisted.
This push-hand cannon had broken his arms.
The man was in such pain that cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes glaring viciously at the doorway, only to see a youth in Turtle Back Crane Form walking in from outside.
“Qi Observation Path’s Tiger Claw, and you’ve also practiced New Technique, Ruan Fuxiong, Chen Jinyong, Chen Zhonghong… which one are you?” As soon as they clashed, Chen Wujun had gauged the opponent’s strength, about the same as Cun Bao.
Though he couldn’t even block one of his punches, he was considered a master here in West Dike.
After all, He Tu controlled the Magnetic Field Crystal smuggling channels for the entire East District 9, with most flowing into North Port, and only a very small amount entering West Dike each year.
Therefore, the local gang’s strength was a notch lower.
“I’m Ruan Fuxiong, who are you?” Ruan Fuxiong glared viciously at Chen Wujun, propping himself up to stand.
But he was already completely out of fighting strength.
He still didn’t know who the other party was even now.
“Ruan Fuxiong… looks like I found the right person.” Chen Wujun smiled, suddenly kicking out and nailing Ruan Fuxiong to the wall.
Ruan Fuxiong immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling that at least one of his ribs had been kicked broken.
“I’m here today to talk business with you.”
“Your boss Ruan Mingjin doesn’t die… how are you going to rise to the top? I’ll help you take him out, how much are you willing to pay?” Chen Wujun said with a beaming smile.
“Who the hell are you? What do you want?” Ruan Fuxiong endured the intense pain in his ribs.
“Can’t understand what I’m saying?” Chen Wujun withdrew his foot, sweeping him to the ground with a leg sweep, then stomping on his ankle.
Crack.
Ruan Fuxiong immediately let out a miserable groan, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. I’m giving you two choices now: either I stomp all four of your limbs, I guarantee your joints shatter evenly, won’t even stick back together, so you won’t have the strength to even shoot ’em up afterward, then I’ll toss you out on the street.”
“Pingchuan Gang’s boss becomes a cripple, I wonder what your old enemies will do to you… and your family…”
“Or tell me Ruan Mingjin’s whereabouts, and you and your henchmen do some things for me these days… once I’m gone, you’ll be the boss!”
“How about it, Ruan Mingjin’s life, or your whole family’s life, pretty easy choice, right?”
Ruan Fuxiong looked at the smile on Chen Wujun’s face, feeling bone-chilling cold.
“Who the hell are you? How exactly did we Pingchuan Gang offend you?”
“Xiong Long Gang? We haven’t had any conflicts with Xiong Long Gang lately either…”
This Huayan Person suddenly rushed in and beat him into serious injury, then forced him to reveal Ruan Mingjin’s whereabouts, or else shatter all four of his limbs.
He didn’t even know what had happened.
“Wrong answer!” Chen Wujun suddenly exerted force underfoot, grinding with his sole.
“Ah!” Ruan Fuxiong clutched his ankle and screamed in agony.
“Now you can still be a cripple, but soon you won’t even manage that…” Chen Wujun placed his foot on the other ankle…
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” Terror filled Ruan Fuxiong’s eyes.
He knew his left foot was done for, even a New Technique Martial Artist couldn’t help, even with a doctor’s treatment, being a cripple would be the best outcome.
If the other party crushed his other foot too, he wouldn’t even be a cripple anymore.
He didn’t dare imagine what his fate would be then.
He could face death without fear.
But if all four limbs were crippled, it would be worse than death.
“See, wouldn’t it have been better to do this earlier… speaking of which, I’m helping you, right? You should thank me!” Chen Wujun beamingly moved his foot away, stating it as a matter of course.
“I’ve helped you, so you should accept my good intentions. Otherwise, it’s your fault, your mistake.”
“Do wrong, and you get punished.”
The more Chen Wujun said, the more he felt things should be this way, growing increasingly righteous.
Listening to the other party’s righteous words, Ruan Fuxiong felt even colder inside, sensing the Huayan Person before him was a madman.
Impossible to communicate with using normal reasoning.
“Tell me, where’s Ruan Mingjin.”
“I know one of his estates… he might be there… I don’t know anywhere else… I really don’t know…” Ruan Fuxiong said through gritted teeth.
“Chen Jinyong, Chen Zhonghong, give them a call and summon them. Say there’s a benefit to share, and you can’t swallow it alone.”
Chen Wujun wasn’t in a hurry to verify if Ruan Fuxiong was telling the truth.
Instead, he had him lure over the other two Pingchuan Gang leaders.
If he wasn’t playing tricks, then the estate was probably real.
Plus, he could interrogate the other two.
If he was playing tricks… then the estate was definitely fake, definitely a trap, and going there would bring bad luck.
Ruan Fuxiong endured the intense pain, propping himself up to grab the mobile phone on the nearby table; he knew once he made this call, he was finished.
His best outcome would be leaving West Dike and fleeing far away.
But if he didn’t call, what awaited him was becoming a puddle of muck, worse than death.
Glancing at Chen Wujun, that smiling face looked like a devil in his eyes, sending a shiver through his heart.
The two choices Chen Wujun had just given him, plus that madman-like logic, had directly shattered his mental defenses.
He gritted his teeth and made the call.
“A Yong… there’s a shipment of goods, I can’t swallow it alone, come find me at Pearl Karaoke…”
After hanging up, Ruan Fuxiong trembled all over, gritted his teeth wanting to make the second call, but Chen Wujun stopped him.
“Wait until Chen Jinyong arrives, then call the other one.”
To avoid them communicating and realizing something was off.
Chen Wujun glanced around and spotted the safe not far away.
“Open the safe.”
Ruan Fuxiong now wanted nothing more than to survive this and take his family away from West Dike; he promptly opened the safe.
Chen Wujun saw more than a dozen stacks of cash inside.
Better than nothing.
But Chen Wujun also saw some ledgers and a document bag, pulled them out for a look; the ledgers had nothing noteworthy, but the document bag held two land deeds and three share agreements.
These things were worth far more than the cash; Chen Wujun’s thoughts stirred, planning to have someone appraise them later and divvy them up after things were done.
‘No windfall, no wealth; this beats slaving away running a gambling den or arcade by miles.’
Chen Wujun dragged Ruan Fuxiong downstairs and tossed him to Curry to watch, then had Li Wei come up to pack away those items.
……
At this time, Chen Wujun’s senior brother Yuan Hong was on the rooftop of a building making a phone call: “Any good spots in West Dike lately that are easy to hit?”
“Got it!”
“Notify me if there’s news!”
Kaizi lay on the guard wall, watching Yuan Hong make several calls, drawling lazily: “Trying to grab a meeting gift for your junior brother?”
“Never knew you valued fellowship with your sect mates this much before!”
“That bastard Qingzhi routed me! If I don’t pull out some stuff, how do I have any face? I’ve lost all face.” Yuan Hong said irritably.
Everyone cares about face.
People like them with powerful strength and no regard for the law care even more about face.
Earlier on the ship, he even had the thought of taking out everyone else.
Take out everyone else, and no one would know he’d lost face.
“But this meeting gift isn’t so easy to get. Little Sixteen took my meeting gift, he’ll have to help me with some things later.”
Yuan Hong gnashed his teeth as he finished, one leg propped on the guard wall as he continued making calls.
……
“That guy Ruan Fuxiong has something good and actually thought of me? No idea what it is, all secretive.” A man with a gold chain around his neck, buzz cut, and burly build got out of the car with several henchmen.
The newcomer was another Pingchuan Gang leader, Chen Jinyong.
He wasn’t too wary, nor did he imagine Ruan Fuxiong had made the call under coercion to lure him over.
Entering the lobby, he saw the manager with half his face swollen.
“Where’s your boss?” Chen Jinyong sized up the manager, figuring someone had caused trouble here, but didn’t take it to heart.
But his gaze suddenly swept to the receptionist behind the bar, huddled like a quail, face full of tension.
Chen Jinyong immediately halted, eyes flickering uncertainly.
Though he hadn’t imagined Ruan Fuxiong was already captured, he sensed something was off.
At that moment, a youth in Turtle Back Crane Form walked out from the hallway.
“You’re Chen Jinyong?” Chen Wujun asked with a casual tone.
“Who are you? Where’s Ruan Fuxiong?”
“Here to talk some business with you all.” Chen Wujun smiled at him, then stomped the ground, suddenly exploding forward, instantly closing in on Chen Jinyong.
In the instant he lunged, his body suddenly swelled a size, back muscles bulging like coiled giant pythons, rippling in waves.
At the same time, his hands delivered a push-hand hammer.
Chen Jinyong saw the opponent instantly close in before him, heart jolting in shock; he stomped back and leaped away, feet nimble, while raising his hands to peck forward.
It was precisely the Crane Form from Qi Observation Path.
However, Chen Wujun shadowed him inseparably, following Chen Jinyong right out the Karaoke entrance, and faster than Chen Jinyong too.
“Li!” Chen Jinyong let out a crane cry from his mouth, urging force with voice, hands pecking at Chen Wujun’s wrists with incredible speed.
But Chen Wujun’s wrists shook the instant Chen Jinyong’s peck landed, shedding part of the force.
After clashing with Ruan Wenshan before, he had pondered how to counter Crane Form’s Bone-Piercing Strength.
He had originally channeled Vital Energy to his wrists, causing them to bulge; now with another shake, shedding more force.
Though his wrist bones ached fiercely, it didn’t affect his power output at all.
Bang!
Chen Jinyong’s body flew back like a cannonball, soaring across the street and smashing into the lightbox on the opposite side.
Chen Wujun’s hands whipped out like two steel whips, knocking down Chen Jinyong’s two henchmen, then in a few steps caught up, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him back.
‘Ruan Fuxiong really didn’t play tricks, looks like I convinced him.’
‘I’m indeed very good at communication with people.’
Chen Wujun was in a good mood.
He had discovered another one of his strengths.
Chen Jinyong still had two henchmen, their faces ashen, bodies trembling; they turned to run, only to find the way behind already blocked.
