Chapter 104: Pry Her Mouth Open For Me
“Brother Jun, lately everyone in the Walled City is talking about how several masters tried to assassinate you, and they were all beaten to death on the spot by you.” Fa Zai said the recent situation while peeling an apple.
“Now they’re all saying your kung fu is ferocious…”
“Several people from the martial arts school also want to work for you…”
This time, although Chen Wujun was assassinated, the assassins were beaten to death on the street, especially since Chen Wujun had people spread the word that each of these assassins was stronger than Yu Wei.
This made Chen Wujun’s prestige soar once again.
First he beat Yu Wei to death, then Gao Fei and Li Zhijun. Over these past few months, he was the most popular one in the Walled City.
He was also a favorite under Sha Jiu, and now everyone on the streets was saying he was Sha Jiu’s junior brother.
Naturally, more people wanted to work for him.
That’s how it is in the jianghu: chase the rising star and step on the fallen. If you’re prestigious enough and famous enough, plenty of people will want to work for you.
“After discharge, bring them to me so I can take a look!” Chen Wujun took the apple, bit into it, and said.
He was short on manpower under him.
After beating Gao Fei to death, Ah Fei recruited 9 more people, so he had 40 under him.
But those whose strength had reached the initial construction stage or above were only Ah Fei, Fa Zai, Curry, and Li Wei.
Only at the initial construction stage does one’s strength pull ahead of ordinary people, making one a real master.
If people from the martial arts school wanted to work for him, of course he would take them.
Not long after, Ah Qi came in on crutches, with Xiang Zai carrying a bag behind her.
“What are you learning today?” Chen Wujun asked directly.
“History.” Ah Qi now knew that Chen Wujun wasn’t injured at all. His IV bag hung by his side every day, with a basin underneath, and the drip just flowed into the basin each day.
“History is great! I love studying history the most.” Upon hearing it was history, Chen Wujun immediately relaxed.
As long as it wasn’t math, anything else was fine.
At the same time, at the nurse station, a nurse was tending to an IV when someone came in the door.
“Family shouldn’t come in…” The nurse said without looking back, then her head took a hit.
A woman with good looks, cold expression, dressed as a nurse, scanned the cabinet with her eyes and quickly found Chen Wujun’s medicine, putting all the medicine on the cart. She then took a small bottle from her pocket and replaced one of them.
She then pushed the cart toward Chen Wujun’s room.
She had observed for several days; the goal was to strike at this time for the injection.
“Time for your injection!”
“Beauty, you look unfamiliar.”
“I’m covering the shift today.”
The woman now had a gentle expression, pushed the cart into the room, injected all the medicine into the IV bag, hung up the IV bag, and expelled the air from the IV tube.
Seeing her movement, Chen Wujun narrowed his eyes and extended his left hand with interest.
The nurse was just about to grab his hand when she was startled; Chen Wujun’s right hand was already swinging over like a sledgehammer.
Her foot jolted as she tried to leap back, but Chen Wujun grabbed her arm with his other hand and hammered her straight into the wall with his right.
Bang!
Chen Wujun was lying in bed, so the punch wasn’t full force. The woman slammed into the wall in agony all over, but rolled and tried to jump out the window.
However, Chen Wujun had already pounced from the bed, his spine dragon coiling and snapping, back muscles rippling like opening dragon scales.
His left hand swung a horizontal hammer; the woman instinctively blocked with both hands, but upon contact it felt like being hit by a truck—a terrifying force smashed her arms, which hurt excruciatingly and were directly broken.
Bang!
The whole person was smashed into the wall, bones cracking with no telling how many broken, and she slid down limply.
Ah Qi sat there holding her history book, completely stunned.
When Chen Wujun exploded into action, she felt like a man-eating tiger was in front of her, ferociously savage.
Then in two hits, he smashed the nurse into the wall, life or death unknown.
Her mind went blank.
“Brother Jun!” The henchmen outside rushed in: “What happened?”
Chen Wujun kicked one each aside, eyes full of irritation: “You didn’t even know a killer came in—what’s the use of you?”
“Damn!”
“First drag her into the bathroom and hide her.”
Chen Wujun said irritably.
The henchmen were deathly silent and hurriedly dragged her into the bathroom.
“Send someone to check the nurse station…”
By now, quite a few startled patients and family members were in the corridor.
A henchman quickly pushed through the crowd into the nurse station and found the nurse knocked out and stuffed in a corner.
Another was unconscious in the nearby medicine room, also knocked out.
The henchman woke the nurse, who hurriedly notified security.
“Just now a nurse came at me with a knife, I kicked her into the wall, and she ran…”
“How would I know who it was? What’s wrong with your hospital?”
“Maybe some antisocial lunatic…”
Chen Wujun naturally played dumb to every question, sending the hospital security away. With a gloomy face, he instructed the henchmen: “Go get a large suitcase and take her away.”
“Find out whose people they are.”
After instructing, Chen Wujun returned to bed and said to Ah Qi, who was huddled there like a quail: “You were reading about the equal rights act from a hundred years ago… continue…”
Ah Qi had only one thought now: even if Chen Wujun seemed like no bad guy usually, he was still a man-eating tiger.
He just acted like a good person when he wasn’t hungry.
But when he was hungry, he was a man-eating beast.
……
“Brother Jun, that woman is a Luoyue person. You broke most of the bones in her body in one hit.” Ah Fei said after arriving at the hospital.
“Her mouth is tight, but no matter how tight, it can be pried open. Three days, at most three days.”
“Ah Fei, go handle the discharge.” Chen Wujun instructed.
“Brother Jun, it’s only been a week—is discharge too soon?” Ah Fei reminded.
For such injuries, ordinary people need at least a month in the hospital, two months to barely walk, even new technique masters need a month.
“Stay here to get assassinated?” Chen Wujun said irritably.
Lately, progress on stimulating muscles and organs with electricity had been slow; he suspected there was a specific training method and needed to ask master.
Home had gone to the martial arts school to find him several times.
“Brother Jun, the clothes you wore to the hospital can’t be worn anymore—they’re tainted with the hospital’s bad luck. I had someone buy you a new set.” Ah Fei said immediately.
“Want to arrange a discharge party?”
“No discharge party for now, wait a week. Just say I’m going home to recuperate…”
“My build is hard for you to buy fitted clothes for. I’ll call A Yue to bring two pieces.” Chen Wujun took out the telephone and called A Yue. “Bring two pieces of clothes to the hospital; I’ll have someone pick you up downstairs.”
Not long after, A Yue arrived, set down the clothes, and looked concerned.
“How are you? Anything uncomfortable?”
“Do I look uncomfortable anywhere?” Chen Wujun took off the patient’s gown and threw it to a henchman: “Go throw it away.”
He changed into clean clothes, then left the hospital with his people.
Chen Wujun muttered in the car: “Finally out of that damn place.”
Staying in the hospital these days had made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Martial arts practice wasn’t convenient either.
“Sister A Yue, here are the pomelo leaves…” After getting out of the car, a henchman came over carrying pomelo leaves.
Back at his place, he sent Ah Fei and Fa Zai away.
A Yue brought water steeped with pomelo leaves: “Wash your hands first to dispel the hospital’s bad luck.”
“I’ll stew pork bone porridge for you later…”
“No porridge—eat you first.” Chen Wujun directly threw A Yue onto the bed.
After so long in the hospital, with A Yue leaning against him in the car, her scent at his nose and her softness beside him, it had stirred Chen Wujun up.
Until evening, A Yue was still limp on the bed, not wanting to move.
Chen Wujun called Ah Fei, telling Fa Zai to bring a few people to wait downstairs; he would go home for dinner soon.
Ever since the assassination attempt, he felt he needed a few people around him at all times.
Even if those henchmen’s strength was far below his, at least they could buy time or take a knife for him.
After half an hour, he patted A Yue’s butt, then went downstairs. Fa Zai was already waiting with several henchmen.
“Brother Jun.”
“I’m going home for a meal; wait for me downstairs in a bit.” Chen Wujun said to Fa Zai as he walked.
“Got it, Brother Jun.” Fa Zai was in a good mood upon hearing this.
Chen Wujun never mentioned his family; for him to let Fa Zai escort him home this time meant at least that Brother Jun wasn’t guarded against him.
Leaving Fa Zai and the others waiting downstairs, Chen Wujun went upstairs home and opened the door with the key. It was lively inside.
His younger brother Chen Wuqi was home, and so was Shufen.
Eldest Son was serving dishes onto the table.
“A Jun, where have you been these many days?” Dad Chen Hanliang sighed in relief upon seeing him.
“Helping a friend with something, delivering stuff to Daluo. Didn’t expect it’d take so long. Didn’t I call?” Chen Wujun said.
Daluo City was southwest of East District 9, about 500 kilometers away; round trip by train was less than two days.
“You didn’t even say goodbye before leaving, gone a whole week—Mom and Dad were definitely worried.” At this, Chen Wuhong jumped in acting like the good guy.
A phrase popped into Chen Wujun’s mind: upside-down heavenly gang.
“Big brother, your leg is better?” Chen Wujun’s eyes flickered; with so much going on lately, he hadn’t paid much attention to eldest son.
“It’s been better for some time…” Mentioning his leg, Chen Wuhong’s eyes immediately showed pleading.
He had been able to walk half a month ago, just a bit lame. He had wanted to go out for air, but chickened out every time at the door.
Afraid that if he went out, his leg would get broken again.
“Bro, vacation’s soon—take me to the amusement park like you promised!” Chen Wuqi jumped down from the sofa, tugging Chen Wujun’s clothes.
“So soon?” Chen Wujun realized it was almost end of July.
Time flew; it had been a year since he started martial arts practice.
After dinner, Chen Wuhong pulled Chen Wujun into the room: “A Jun, let me off the hook. I swear I won’t gamble again. If I do, may lightning strike me!”
“Let me go out, okay? After all, I’m your big brother!”
Chen Wujun thought it over; he could probably keep an eye on this eldest son.
“In a few days, I’ll arrange something for you to do.”
“Really? What?” Chen Wuhong immediately looked delighted.
“I’ll tell you once I think of it.”
Gambling dens, dance halls—definitely couldn’t let eldest son near those.
Chen Wujun figured he could arrange eldest son at the arcade… have his henchmen watch him.
