Chapter 110: One Will Succeeds, Ten Thousand Bones Bleach
“Boss, spare me, I don’t know anything, spare my life… I don’t want to die…” That Li Dong Henchman struggled and begged for mercy while being dragged into the warehouse.
He was scared out of his wits.
Over a dozen Sheng Sha masters entered the warehouse, along with Ruan Wenshan, this great master.
However, the one who walked out last was actually Chen Wujun.
Chen Wujun entered the warehouse, glanced around, and Master Zhou Qing had already left.
He reached out and lightly swung, slapping that Li Dong Henchman to the ground. Even though Chen Wujun had held back most of his strength, the other still lay there vomiting blood nonstop.
Chen Wujun had dealt with too many masters and had just gone through life-and-death combat, so he had almost forgotten how fragile ordinary people were.
“He won’t die, will he…” Chen Wujun thought to himself as he walked over to find his telephone.
“Ah Fei, come over with two people, the location is…”
Now that even Luoyue People had found this place, there was no need to hide it anymore.
After finishing the call, Chen Wujun walked up to Ruan Wenshan and felt a pity in his heart.
This man’s strength was pretty good; his status in Sheng Sha should not be low, and his family assets must be quite substantial.
What a pity, he was beaten to death just like that, and no one knew who would benefit from his assets.
Even if he had held back earlier, he couldn’t have forced out the details of the other’s assets. Even if the other had told him, he wouldn’t know if it was true or false, and it would be impossible to send people to retrieve them.
Unless, like how Sha Jiu dealt with Old Dog Bing, he first thoroughly investigated the other’s background, arranged manpower, and only after capturing the person could he force out the details of the other’s assets.
“So you need to take the initiative to make money; being so passive and having people come to your door means you fight for nothing—it’s simply a waste.” Chen Wujun pondered in his mind.
“I wonder if I can beat Wen Long to death now. Using Dragon Strength to exert force, my strength is no less than his. Master’s Three Bows is also good at borrowing force, seizing the middle line. If the opponent doesn’t know my background, he might be beaten to death by me in two or three moves!” Chen Wujun’s mind raced, feeling somewhat eager to try.
“But Senior Sister told me not to stir up trouble recently. I also need to find a way to check Wen Long’s assets and grab them immediately after beating him to death.”
“No windfall, no wealth for man; no night grass, no fat horse. Without grabbing some windfall, where does the money come from?”
Chen Wujun sat there pondering for a moment when the sound of brakes came from outside. Ah Fei rushed in with Fa Zai, Tang Lang, and A Yong.
“Brother Jun!”
As soon as they entered the warehouse, they first saw some training equipment, including the wooden dummy, wooden stakes, and weapon rack, then saw corpses lying all over the ground. The warehouse was full of the smell of blood, startling them.
“Brother Jun, what happened?”
“Sheng Sha people. This Ruan Wenshan came with great aura, thought he was tough, but ended up beaten to death in two or three moves.” Chen Wujun glanced at Ruan Wenshan’s corpse and curled his lip.
Ah Fei was even more shocked.
“Brother Jun, Ruan Wenshan is one of the Four Great Hall Masters of Sheng Sha!”
He had inquired about Sheng Sha before; Ruan Wenshan was no small fry, at least a master on the same level as Wen Long.
He never expected that bringing so many people, they were all beaten to death by Brother Jun.
Doesn’t that mean Brother Jun could also beat Wen Long to death?
Brother Jun was getting more and more ferocious.
“One of the Four Great Hall Masters… Isn’t Sheng Sha the fiercest of the Luoyue People Gangs? Their hall master is this weak?” Chen Wujun sneered.
“Throw Ruan Wenshan’s corpse back, dispose of the other corpses.” Chen Wujun said coldly, thoughts turning in his mind.
Previously, they sent underlings to assassinate him, got beaten to death by him, and Ruan Wenshan still dared to bring people for revenge.
Now that even Ruan Wenshan was dead, Sheng Sha definitely wouldn’t dare act rashly again until they figured out his background.
As for how exactly Ruan Wenshan died, they wouldn’t be able to tell from the corpse.
With all these people wiped out, they might even suspect it was Senior Sister Sha Jiu who did it.
“Right, check if that Li Dong’s henchman can still live. If he can, take him back and find a doctor for him.”
“Then clean this place spotless, and park those cars outside somewhere proper.”
Chen Wujun watched as they carried out the corpses and brought in water to clean, feeling much more at ease.
Previously, he had to clean this place himself; now he finally had henchmen to do it.
“Mop up the blood clean; I hate the smell of blood the most.”
“Turn over the sand in the sand pit; the bottom is a bit damp.”
“Replace those sandbags on the wooden stakes too.”
“Ah Fei, give me a smoke.” Chen Wujun held the smoke in his mouth and watched them clean the warehouse spotless before leaving with them.
“Brother Jun, better to bring more people when going out in the future, otherwise it’s not safe.” Ah Fei said while driving.
“You think I don’t know that?” Chen Wujun said lightly from the back seat. He didn’t want people to know the warehouse location before, but now it didn’t matter.
On the way back, he called A Yue to change clothes and come downstairs to eat seafood together.
He didn’t want to go to Ah Qi’s place today; after dinner, he went back to A Yue’s.
“I rented new discs today and haven’t watched them yet. Want to watch?” A Yue asked while changing clothes.
“What film?” Chen Wujun responded while eating.
“Lucky Stars, the disc shop boss said it’s really good.”
“My luck hasn’t been great lately; people come looking for trouble every day. Some day I need to find someone to turn my luck.” Hearing the name, Chen Wujun suddenly thought of something.
And the more he thought, the more tempted he felt.
He had been staying honestly on his own turf, not provoking anyone, yet trouble came knocking—bad luck prevails.
After watching the disc for a bit, Chen Wujun started getting restless. With a flex of his arm, A Yue went from lying in his arm bend to sprawled on top of him.
“Want it?” A Yue bit Chen Wujun’s neck lightly with seductive eyes.
Then she felt a pair of big hands as if trying to crush her, full of heat.
After beating a dozen people to death in the afternoon, Chen Wujun was full of fire now and wanted to vent it.
……Omitted 12,000 words here……
The next day, when Chen Wujun got up to practice martial arts, A Yue was still limp in bed and couldn’t wake up.
‘A Yue’s body is too weak.’ Chen Wujun thought as he put on sportswear and went to the rooftop to practice martial arts.
With his increasing strength, his stamina was terrifying.
A Yue, an ordinary person, simply couldn’t withstand his stamina, leaving him not fully satisfied.
In the morning, Chen Wujun went to Jin Di Finance to find Sha Jiu.
“Senior Sister, I’ve been staying put honestly, but Sheng Sha people came knocking.”
“Yesterday while practicing martial arts in the warehouse, a guy named Ruan Wenshan brought over a dozen people.”
Sha Jiu sized up Chen Wujun, somewhat surprised: “Yesterday was Tuesday, right? They actually found the warehouse?”
“Yeah… those guys came with knives, I beat a few to death…” Chen Wujun gave a rough account of the situation.
Sha Jiu’s eyes showed even more doubt.
Chen Wujun didn’t know, but she did.
This was not Zhou Qing’s style.
Even if Chen Wujun was beaten to death in front of Zhou Qing, Zhou Qing wouldn’t intervene—that was his style.
But yesterday, it was clearly letting Chen Wujun use those people as punching practice targets.
“I feel like bad luck prevails for me lately, Senior Sister. Do you know any master who can turn my luck?” Chen Wujun sat in front of Sha Jiu’s desk, upper body leaning on the table, chin propped on the surface, fiddling with the lighter on Sha Jiu’s desk.
Only at Sha Jiu’s place did he let his guard down, acting like someone his age.
“There’s a master in Mong Kok; ask Snake Aunt, she knows where.” Sha Jiu said casually.
“Senior Sister, is he legit?”
“I haven’t tried him, but the KTV I invested in had its feng shui done by the master Snake Aunt found.”
“Right, yesterday we also caught a Li Dong henchman; he was the one who led those Luoyue People here…” Chen Wujun added.
The man had several bones broken by his swing, but he was still alive.
Ah Fei had already found someone to watch him.
Sha Jiu raised an eyebrow; if it were any other time, this would be a good opportunity.
Li Dong colluding with Luoyue People to kill Chen Wujun was practically handing her leverage. Used well, it could at least take out one of the Five Dragon Generals.
But right now…
“Put this matter aside for now; our own affairs take priority.” Sha Jiu said.
“Got it; I’ll keep the man under control first.” Chen Wujun nodded.
Leaving Sha Jiu’s place, Chen Wujun texted Snake Aunt asking for the master’s address.
“Curry, arrange a car; go to Mong Kok with me this afternoon.”
In the afternoon, the henchman drove, with Curry and Li Wei accompanying Chen Wujun to Mong Kok.
“Brother Jun, what are we doing over there?”
“Bad luck prevails lately; going to find a master to turn my luck.”
“Right there, Mong Kok Building.”
Moments later, the henchman parked in the underground garage, and the group went up to the thirteenth floor.
“Uncle Chen Fortune Telling Feng Shui, this is the place.” Chen Wujun looked at the sign and pushed the door in.
“Sir, fortune telling or feng shui? How many to read?” A woman at reception stood up immediately.
“All of it; where’s Uncle Chen?”
“Sir, please wait over there.”
Chen Wujun and his people waited over half an hour until, impatient, two people came out from the inner room—one in a suit, constantly thanking.
The other had white hair and beard, looking at least 60, probably Uncle Chen.
Chen Wujun sized him up and noticed something interesting: Uncle Chen actually practiced Old Technique—light and agile footwork, one leg virtual one real, neck straight, body in a straight line, lean and tall frame; he must practice Crane Form.
Uncle Chen glanced at Chen Wujun’s side, his gaze sharpening.
He saw a Turtle Back Crane Form youth with extremely long arms and a robust build sitting there, sizing him up, eyes bright and scary, with malice at the corners.
Impressive kung fu.
Such heavy malice!
Uncle Chen’s heart stirred slightly, nodding faintly at Chen Wujun.
Moments later, Uncle Chen sent off the guest, turned back, and said to Chen Wujun: “Please come inside.”
Chen Wujun signaled Curry and Li Wei to wait outside and went in alone.
“Sir, great kung fu! Turtle Back Crane Form, vital energy robust—must be internal and external cultivation! Not sure if seeking wealth or fortune telling.”
“Can you figure out what I want?” Chen Wujun asked with interest after sitting.
“Please write a character.”
Chen Wujun thought and wrote a one with the pen.
Uncle Chen lightly tapped the tip of his finger on that ‘one’ and said:
“Stroke starts with life, ends with death. Your stroke is like a knife, sharp and exposed. What you seek is not ordinary divination for peace, but a path to the end, one thought deciding life and death. You’re not here to ask about your future.”
Chen Wujun raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
Interesting.
Uncle Chen gave Chen Wujun a deep look.
“Killing intent lingers on you, blood energy entwines your body; you must have just gone through life-and-death combat. This ‘one’ is straight horizontal and vertical, seemingly simple yet utterly isolated—a path of killing, a dead end.”
“As the saying goes, one general’s success, ten thousand bones wither!”
“To turn your luck—extremely difficult.”
