Chapter 73: Gambling Battle Begins
April 20, on the Empress’s Birthday, early in the morning the gongs and drums sounded, and a long dragon dance procession paraded around the Walled City, with the Heavenly Empress statue and gongs and drums in the procession.
In front of the Tian Hou Temple, the Welfare Association set up an offering table with roast pig and fruits, and a large incense burner in front, with Walled City residents continuously burning incense and worshiping for a year of good luck.
At seven in the evening, Chen Wujun came downstairs wearing suit pants and a dark blue shirt.
“Brother Jun!” Ah Fei was waiting downstairs with a few people, and upon seeing Chen Wujun, he immediately felt a pressure.
Like a tiger starving and ready to leave the cage to eat people.
The group left the Walled City and didn’t go far before seeing a row of vehicles parked on the roadside.
Chen Wujun got into Sha Jiu’s car, and then the vehicles headed to Red Incense Burner Bay Industrial Zone.
“Just received news that Yu Wei’s five senses exceed ordinary people.” Sha Jiu said while sitting in her seat.
This was keenly noticed by her when the two women she sent to Yu Wei’s side reported back.
Chen Wujun nodded slightly, knowing this was a manifestation of New Technique reaching a higher level of the Resonance Stage.
“By how much?”
“Not clear, anyway, you be careful!” Sha Jiu said. “Even if his five senses exceed ordinary people, he’s just more sensitive; without specialized training, he can’t instantly convert all kinds of information into useful information.”
For example, if there are hundreds of ants in a bottle, an ordinary person can see at a glance that there’s a bunch of ants in the bottle but doesn’t know how many.
But their branch’s eye training is different; Chen Wujun started by memorizing how many tiles are on a roof at a glance, then memorizing how many bricks are on a wall at a glance.
If taken further, it’s sprinkling red beans and black beans on a table and knowing at a glance how many red beans and how many black beans.
So in terms of eyes, Chen Wujun still has the advantage.
Chen Wujun calculated in his mind that he has the advantage in eyes and listening to strength; the arena is only so big, so even if the opponent has good vision, there’s no advantage.
While the opponent has the advantage in smell and hearing.
At this time in Red Incense Burner Bay Industrial Zone, cars drove into a factory yard.
Even the Federal Police were alerted.
“So many yellow-skinned gangs gathering here, what are they up to?” A hook-nosed, blue-eyed man in Federal Police uniform sat in the car and snorted lightly, his eyes full of deep contempt and disgust.
“Don’t know, the higher-ups just told us to monitor. That car just now was Four Lines’ Eldest Son Tan Cheng’s… 20 minutes ago his subordinate Li Yong brought people in.”
Another foreigner Federal Police officer nearby said.
This car was on the roadside, monitoring the factory’s main gate ahead.
While the two were talking, three more cars sped by and entered the factory gate.
“It’s Fu Yi Society, all those yellow-skinned gangs!” Another person in the back seat said while checking license plates.
So far, more than 40 cars had entered, covering more than seven gangs.
The three Federal Police officers, though contemptuous and disgusted with those yellow-skins, still felt their scalps tingle seeing so many gang vehicles entering the factory.
You know, many of these gangs have New Technique martial artists.
If these people wanted to do something, they couldn’t stop them.
Several Federal Police officers kept identifying and recording the gang information entering the factory; the hook-nosed one took out his telephone and dialed, then hung up annoyed moments later.
“The Special Task Department won’t come to support; we’ll just stay here watching, no need to go in. As long as we watch them not cause trouble.”
They were just ordinary Federal Police, while Special Task Department members were all New Technique martial artists; the minimum standard to enter the department was New Technique reaching Initial Construction Stage, with Reinforced Reconstruction Magnetic Field over 25%.
And the elites of the Special Task Department had Reinforced Reconstruction Magnetic Field over 40%.
The elite masters of the Special Task Department had five senses far exceeding ordinary people, plus guns in hand that could penetrate steel plates; even if those gang New Technique masters were strong, once surrounded they could only surrender or be killed on the spot.
However, with so many gangs gathered here, the higher-ups had no intention of deploying the Special Task Department for support.
Just letting these few ordinary Federal Police continue watching here.
At this time, at the factory’s back door, several luxury cars slowly drove in.
Those coming to watch the fist fight this time, besides the various gangs, also included some invited tycoons.
……
Sha Jiu and Chen Wujun’s group got out of the car and walked into the warehouse, seeing it was very large inside, with a fist stage built on the ground in the center, surrounded only by a circle of wire mesh.
On the periphery was a circle of containers, with at least a few hundred people sitting on the containers.
These people had varied clothing and demeanors, all core members of the major gangs.
Above the containers, along the wall, there was another circle of rooms, for those tycoons.
As soon as Chen Wujun entered, he felt countless sharp gazes fall on him, scrutinizing him up and down.
“This is Sha Jiu’s new henchman?”
“Looks okay, against Yu Wei… that’s hard to say.”
“Don’t know how Sha Jiu got him on stage…”
“It’s the mess he caused; if not him, you go up?”
On the surrounding circle of containers, people from various gangs whispered among themselves.
“This Mud Treading Step has some skill, Turtle Back Crane Form, Old Technique practiced well; heard he’s been punching practice less than a year, good seedling… just don’t know if he can get off the arena.” Four Lines Dragon Head Tan Cheng turned his head to Xin Ye and said.
Tan Cheng came from practicing Old Technique, knew a lot about Old Technique, with sharp eyes.
Less than a year to practice to this level… he really felt some pity for the talent.
What a pity.
Only getting off the arena alive makes a good seedling.
“I have confidence in my people!” Xin Ye said with a smile.
Tan Cheng laughed haha.
Xin Ye this old fox would of course say that.
Chen Wujun’s gaze swept across the whole venue; due to the backlight, he couldn’t see most people’s faces clearly, only their outlines.
Among them, many had very large bodies, full of explosive power throughout.
This was the most typical feature of New Technique masters.
“Rest room is this way.” A henchman led the way, taking Chen Wujun to the rest room, a temporary room of about 30 square meters.
While Sha Jiu went to a container above.
“Sha Jiu, can your guy do it? I bet 2 million on him.” On the adjacent container, Guan Lao San said lazily: “Don’t let me lose money!”
Guan Lao San had a glamorous woman in his arms, twisting her body slightly.
“You wanted to bet, I didn’t force you!” Sha Jiu sneered, sitting on the sofa with legs crossed.
“My person is definitely fine!”
After saying that, she turned to ask Kai Lun nearby: “How many times did that guy do it last night?”
“6 times.” Kai Lun said.
Sha Jiu nodded: “A deal’s a deal, transfer the money to them.”
Yu Wei, this New Technique martial artist, already had physical quality several times that of ordinary people; 6 times wouldn’t have too much impact, at least his legs wouldn’t go soft.
But even a little impact was enough.
Both sides in life and death combat on the arena; a single instant mistake could take a life.
After instructing, Sha Jiu suddenly looked up toward the upper room.
In the room, Uncle Wu was overlooking below.
“Uncle Wu, that woman is Sha Jiu! In Jianghu, calamity doesn’t extend to wife and children; she had no deep grudge with Bing Ye, but after killing Bing Ye it wasn’t enough, she even abused and killed Bing Ye’s wife and children.” Beng Zui She looked at Sha Jiu below, eyes full of hatred.
Uncle Wu looked deeply at Sha Jiu.
He had people investigate; that day Old Ghost Bing’s home was forcibly broken into, the room a mess.
If it was Beng Zui She, he wouldn’t need to force entry at all.
By the timeline, it could only be Sha Jiu sending people, no one else.
Sha Jiu suddenly looked up, her gaze meeting Uncle Wu’s, then a burst of sharp light seemed to explode in her eyes, making Uncle Wu instinctively look away, then angrily shift his gaze back to Sha Jiu.
Sha Jiu grinned, revealing a mouth of sharp teeth, her smile full of evil.
As time passed, the atmosphere in the venue gradually boiled.
Chen Wujun heard the shouting from outside.
“Brother Jun, the bookmaker arranged two fist matches to warm up…” Ah Fei walked to the door, glanced outside, and said.
Chen Wujun leaned back there, not speaking.
With the shouting outside, he felt his blood starting to boil.
Every cell in his body was trembling.
It was excitement to the extreme.
He had been resting and building up for days, already impatient.
After more than half an hour, the outside sounds suddenly quieted.
After someone came outside to notify, Ah Fei turned: “Brother Jun, it’s your turn.”
Chen Wujun stood up in shorts, moved his body slightly, muscles bulging block by block.
“Next is today’s main event, the dispute between He Tu and Li Dong, to be resolved on this arena! Both sides signed life and death statements, no grudges over life or death!”
“Hurry up and start, so much talk!” He Yong’s mad dog cursed while picking his nose.
Casually wiping the booger on the pants of a henchman nearby.
Chen Wujun walked into the venue along the arranged passage, lights falling on him.
Chen Wujun spread his arms, head up with eyes narrowed.
He could feel everyone’s gazes on him; he liked this.
Others were also sizing up Sha Jiu’s new henchman: height about 1.75 meters, waist and thighs extremely thick, back muscles especially broad, arms clearly longer than normal, at least a fist and a half longer.
Then he quick-walked a few steps, body leaping directly onto the arena.
“He Tu, Chen Wujun!”
A small commotion rose in the venue.
“Li Dong, Yu Wei!”
Yu Wei walked out from the darkness, also jumping onto the arena, looking coldly at Chen Wujun: “Kid, finished your last words?”
Chen Wujun grinned at him, showing a ferocious smile.
He had no interest now in trading barbs; he was already thirsting unbearably.
‘3 seconds… 15 seconds… 30 seconds…’ Several times flashed quickly in Chen Wujun’s mind.
These were the key points of Cold Steel Combat Technique.
Opening 3 seconds decides life and death, 15 seconds shows the outcome…
So Yu Wei would definitely burst into a surprise attack in the opening three seconds, and the first fifteen seconds would be extremely oppressive fighting… destroying the opponent through constant attacks.
As long as time exceeded 30 seconds, it would surpass Yu Wei’s controllable rhythm.
“Clang!” The henchman nearby struck the gong hard with the mallet, the gong sound echoing through the entire warehouse.
Almost the instant the wooden mallet fell in the henchman’s hand, Chen Wujun saw Yu Wei’s legs suddenly thicken.
And Chen Wujun’s body also instantly arched, bones, muscles, fascia all compressing, then erupting like a volcano.
Both stomped the ground hard, making an explosive sound, shaking the entire ground, then charged toward the center like lightning.
Chen Wujun’s chop palm like Tiger Descends Mountain; Yu Wei only felt the fierce wind hitting his face, making his horizon twitch, a ferocious smile on his lips.
‘Strong momentum, but this kid wants to trade blows with me? Watch me explode you!’
At this time Yu Wei wore combat shorts, speed like lightning, muscles and veins bulging like big pythons and small snakes, bringing a fishy wind straight at Chen Wujun’s midline.
Right hand like a cannon shell out of the barrel, straight at Chen Wujun’s face, left hand loosely covering midline, defense fake, pursuit real.
This was Cold Steel Combat Technique’s typical three-point break defense opening stance.
Both’s speeds were extremely fast; ordinary henchmen only saw a shadow flash.
Bang!
The two arms collided, like steel clashing, making a huge sound.
