Chapter 50: Bing Ye’s Plans
“Bing Ye, do you remember the gambling battle that’s been spreading like wildfire these days?”
“The one who participated in the gambling battle for He Tu is Sha Jiu’s subordinate, named Chen Wujun! The one who killed and robbed money should be him!” The henchman whispered lowly beside Bing Ye.
“Continue!” Bing Ye’s face was expressionless, his eyes full of icy coldness.
“Bing Ye, you told us to check if the debtor’s family had anyone practicing martial arts, and we checked around before discovering him.”
“He has a gambler big brother who borrowed a sum of money from us, with compound interest rolling up to over 30,000. We went to collect it and gave him ten days. However, before ten days were up, A Hao and they went to collect the debt and got robbed.”
“This matter should be his doing.”
“Can it be confirmed to be him?” Bing Ye asked in a deep voice.
“A month after A Hao died, he became Sha Jiu’s new henchman. Before that, he was surrounded and killed by Li Dong’s person, and he counter-killed more than a dozen, several of whom had their necks stabbed by him.”
“From their description of the wounds, they are similar to our people’s wounds, with the wound inside being 2 cm long, half a cm wide, and 6-8 cm deep. It’s very likely the same knife, and there was a slicing movement when pulling out the knife.”
“It should be him, no mistake.”
Bing Ye turned and went up to the teahouse, poured himself a cup of tea, sat there pondering.
From the timeline, that kid’s suspicion is indeed very high. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that he started practicing martial arts not long ago, and A Hao went to collect a debt and got killed and robbed.
Not only did they specifically target his people for the robbery, but even the wounds are similar.
His first reaction was to find He Tu and demand an explanation from He Tu. If He Tu didn’t give him an explanation, then no matter how he retaliated, He Tu couldn’t blame him.
But this thought had just emerged when he suppressed it.
That kid is Sha Jiu’s new henchman, and also a contestant in He Tu’s gambling duel.
He had no direct evidence on hand, so going to confront them would just be humiliating himself, and He Tu would definitely protect him.
So he couldn’t do it openly.
“What’s that guy’s strength like?” Bing Ye asked.
“The one who gambled against him was Yu Wei under Wen Long’s subordinates, who has a great reputation and is extremely fierce.”
“This kid has only been practicing martial arts for half a year so far. Even after a few more months, he won’t be Yu Wei’s opponent. They also signed a life and death agreement. I think he won’t even be able to get off the arena.” The henchman beside him immediately said.
Bing Ye pondered for a moment and spoke:
“Doesn’t he have a gambler big brother? Find him and let him borrow another sum! Whatever amount he dares to borrow, lend him that much!”
“Also contact a few more good hands for me!”
That guy wants to participate in a life and death arena, right?
Let his big brother owe a huge loan shark debt, then go collect the debt right before the gambling duel.
Owing debt and repaying money is only natural and right; even He Tu couldn’t say anything.
No need to do anything to him, just affecting his state would be enough.
He would have to think about what would happen if he died—whether his family could repay this money, and what would happen if they couldn’t.
If he could survive and get off the arena, then he would arrange for someone to take him out.
……
“With this Agile Ape Hangs from Beam, the hands are like hanging, the feet like nails; it’s not just that the arms feel longer when standing…”
“The shoulders are more flexible; it feels like the fist has indeed grown one cm. Not sure if it’s an illusion!”
Chen Wujun rubbed his own shoulders; he felt like his punches had extended a bit.
“Now I need to practice the bear, crane, tiger, and ape stances; it costs 10,000 in three days. Luckily I have the crystals provided by Senior Sister.”
“Good thing after mastering these four stances, it becomes the upper level of body tempering kung fu.”
Chen Wujun put on his clothes and left the warehouse. As soon as he entered Long Jin Street, he smelled the food aroma mixed in the stench, and suddenly felt hungry.
“That kid isn’t here!” Seeing that child not at the convenience store door, Chen Wujun walked in and tossed two coins onto the counter.
“One pack of Mammy Noodles!”
Taking the Mammy Noodles, Chen Wujun crushed the noodles inside through the packaging, opened it, sprinkled the seasoning on top, shook the bag tightly, then walked and ate the broken noodles inside by grabbing them.
Two bucks a pack, he still quite liked eating it.
“Right, Eldest Brother’s leg got broken again today; buy some good stuff to nourish him!”
Chen Wujun walked and ate, sauntering to Li’s preserved meat shop to buy a piece of preserved meat. After squatting at the door to finish the Mammy Noodles and patting his hands clean, he carried the preserved meat home.
As soon as he opened the door, he heard Chen Hanliang’s scolding from inside: “Your leg isn’t even fully healed; what are you going out for? Are you going to gamble again?”
“I just went out for some fresh air. I’m not a prisoner; even prisoners get time outside! I’ve been stuck at home so long; I just wanted some fresh air.” Chen Wuhong defended.
“What’s going on?” Chen Wujun put the preserved meat aside and walked to the bedroom door.
Father Chen Hanliang came out of the bedroom with a sullen face.
Chen Wujun peeked in and saw Chen Wuhong lying on the bed, one leg with a splint, the other leg in a plaster cast and suspended.
“How did it become like this?” Chen Wujun frowned and asked.
“Second Son, you have to help me!” Seeing Chen Wujun, Eldest Son immediately wailed.
He didn’t know much else, but he knew Second Son was very capable now and had a great reputation over at the dance hall; he definitely could help him get revenge.
“First say what happened.”
“Today I just went downstairs for some fresh air, then two bastards swung sticks at my legs, saying I hooked up with his wife. Then they realized they got the wrong guy and ran off!” Chen Wuhong said angrily about this.
“Second Son, you have to help me catch them!”
Chen Wujun almost couldn’t hold back: “They could even mistake you? You’re really unlucky.”
“Second Son, help me! I know you definitely have a way.” Chen Wuhong pleaded.
“What do those two look like?” Chen Wujun asked casually.
Chen Wuhong was immediately stumped, thinking for half a day before saying: “Both have short hair; one wearing a blue jacket and black pants, the other in jeans… appearance… appearance…”
Both had very ordinary looks; Chen Wuhong thought for a long time but didn’t know how to describe them.
“There are such people all over the streets; where am I supposed to find them for you?”
“They were looking for someone who looks very much like me, with a mole on his chin.” Chen Wuhong suddenly remembered something.
“I’ll have someone inquire around!” Chen Wujun nodded.
“Don’t bother with him; I let you go practice martial arts, not to stir up trouble!” Father Chen Hanliang said from the living room.
Chen Wuhong immediately lowered his voice, looking pleading: “Second Son, it all depends on you.”
“See if we can find them! Your leg—what did the doctor say?” Chen Wujun asked with concern.
“The doctor said this time it’ll take two months…”
“You rest well and recover; tell me if you need anything.” Chen Wujun nodded, remembering this matter, and turned to leave the bedroom.
Two months.
“Don’t go out causing trouble!” Chen Hanliang sat on the sofa and warned.
“I never cause trouble!” Chen Wujun sat next to Chen Hanliang and accompanied him watching television for a while.
“How many jin are you now?” Father Chen Hanliang suddenly asked.
“Weighed the other day; seems like 190.” Chen Wujun said.
“A bit too heavy!” Chen Hanliang said dully.
But Chen Wujun didn’t look fat; instead, he looked very sturdy, with wrists twice as thick as before.
