Chapter 105: Insulted
The next day, Chen Wujun had the henchmen wait downstairs. He went upstairs to Sha Jiu’s home. Sha Jiu, wearing sports long pants and a crop-top sports vest, opened the door. Her abdominal muscle lines were extremely obvious.
Sha Jiu’s abdomen was not as slim as a normal woman’s, but it wasn’t as bulky as Chen Wujun’s either.
It had a certain softness while retaining enormous explosive power.
“Senior Sister.”
“Huh?” Sha Jiu looked Chen Wujun up and down, then raised her hand and poked toward his chest.
Chen Wujun knew Sha Jiu wanted to test him. His body hair naturally bristled. He raised his hand to block, and Sha Jiu grabbed his arm and shook it.
“Not bad, you’ve actually reached Qi Refining.” Sha Jiu’s eyes lit up.
As soon as she made contact, she felt Chen Wujun’s muscles stimulated by something, automatically defending. She immediately knew he had entered Qi Refining.
“Just Qi Refining. It only takes a little time and effort to break through.” Chen Wujun said with a grin.
Although it had taken quite some effort, even killing a great master like Harris, he still acted nonchalant about it.
“Breaking through to Qi Refining at this time is a good thing.” Sha Jiu smiled and turned to walk back inside.
“I heard you were assassinated again yesterday?”
“Yeah, a woman disguised as a nurse tried to assassinate me…” Chen Wujun said.
“The person who tried to assassinate you is from Sheng Sha. Born to kill, the most brutal gang among the Luoyue People. I’ve told you about them before. Wen Long and Fire Dragon are offering one million for your life.” Sha Jiu opened the refrigerator, tossed Chen Wujun a bottle of soda, and sat on the sofa with a bottle of milk herself.
“One million? Such a big sum? That street punk Ji Xiang is worth eight million.” Chen Wujun said playfully.
He had long guessed it was Wen Long and Fire Dragon who bought the hit, but hearing the news still made him irritable.
They only spent one million to buy his life?
He felt insulted.
He resolved in his heart to first go find his master to learn kung fu to stimulate muscles and organs, then go kill them!
“This news came from Xin Ye. He wants you to be careful.” Sha Jiu said unhurriedly.
“That old guy wants to sit back and watch the tigers fight?” Chen Wujun understood immediately.
But even knowing Xin Ye wanted to sit back and watch the tigers fight, he still had to retaliate.
“As long as you know what’s up. I can feel the old guy is getting restless. He probably won’t hold back much longer and will make a move soon. So don’t stir up trouble in the coming days; things could change at any moment.” Sha Jiu reminded him.
While speaking, Sha Jiu bared a mouthful of sharp teeth, her face showing eager anticipation.
Chen Wujun killing Ji Xiang seemed fine on the surface, but Xin Ye definitely knew it involved her and just couldn’t say it openly in the company.
Privately, there would definitely be action…
Although she wasn’t fully prepared yet… but nothing in the world is perfect.
Hearing this and seeing Sha Jiu’s expression, Chen Wujun felt his blood surging and his heart exciting.
He had recently started feeling restricted too, with Li Dong outside and having to scheme against Xin Ye inside, trapped in this small Walled City.
From a certain angle, the Walled City was a cage.
As long as he took out Xin Ye and then Li Dong, he could expand outward.
And if Senior Sister didn’t rise to power, how could he?
“Senior Sister, do you have a plan?” Chen Wujun grinned and asked.
He originally wanted to say he had a few guns and 36 bullets.
But on second thought, guns weren’t much use against masters.
To shoot someone, you had to aim and pull the trigger.
A master’s five senses were extremely sharp, their movements agile and swift. Before you could aim, they would sense it and dodge.
Not to mention Xin Ye and Sha Jiu; even using a gun on himself wouldn’t be that easy.
Unless it was someone like Harris, a top master with years of training.
“I have some confidence. But nothing in the world is perfect. It won’t be that easy for the old guy to deal with me either.” Sha Jiu smiled.
She wasn’t afraid of Xin Ye, just as she said—he was old.
Injured for so many years, unable to recover. Even if he had some skill left, it might not surpass hers.
Her kung fu had long reached a transcendent level. If she had gone all out that day, Wen Long wouldn’t have had a chance to escape; she would have killed him with one slap.
The only concern was Xin Ye, this old jianghu veteran, who had who knows what hidden up his sleeve.
Whether manpower or other things.
Also, keep an eye on Elephant, Gao Lao, and Guan Lao San.
But she had helpers too.
Jun Zai’s strength was still a bit lacking, but there was Snake Aunt, and two senior brothers who ate big meals. They could help at key moments.
The only problem was that Xin Ye had a smuggling channel for magnetic field crystals, which was the most valuable thing in his hands.
The crystal smuggling channel represented not just astronomical annual profits, but also bargaining chips and influence.
Sha Jiu had originally planned to scout this channel first, figure it out completely before making a move.
But after investigating for a long time with no leads, she wasn’t going to wait any longer.
Staying at Sha Jiu’s until noon, Chen Wujun went downstairs to buy a few dishes. After they ate, Chen Wujun went to He Tu Martial Arts School first.
“Brother Jun!” The disciples in the martial arts school perked up upon seeing Chen Wujun.
He Tu Martial Arts School was He Tu’s talent cultivation base, but many students came from decent family conditions in the Walled City. They hadn’t joined the hall, but were very familiar with hall members.
After all, in the Walled City, anything you did involved hall members.
“Tang Lang, A Yong!” Fa Zai shouted, greeting two tall and sturdy young men.
“Didn’t you want to follow Brother Jun…” Fa Zai gave them a look.
“Brother Jun, we want to follow you.” The two immediately said respectfully to Chen Wujun.
“Follow me to do what, chop people? Do you have the guts?” Chen Wujun responded casually, sizing them up. Both were new technique martial artists in the induction stage, weaker than Fa Zai, but not far from the initial construction stage.
“We definitely have the guts, Brother Jun. We’ll do anything you say.” Tang Lang had a burly build, inverted triangle face, wide forehead, pointed chin, looking gaunt-faced, hence the name Tang Lang.
“Follow Fa Zai first.” Chen Wujun headed upstairs.
The two nudged Fa Zai and grinned, “Gonna have to call you Fa Bro from now on.”
Chen Wujun went upstairs to the punching power testing area, had the henchmen clear everyone out, then stomped his foot and punched the target in front.
The cold blue numbers above jumped rapidly, finally stopping at 1465.
Chen Wujun’s punch had only used normal force, without accumulating power.
Before the gambling battle with Yu Wei, without accumulating power, his punch was 1316.
In a few months, his punching power had increased by 150.
He estimated that if he accumulated power now, it would be between 1650 and 1700.
Then Chen Wujun’s spine bounced and sprang, back muscles rippling like waves. Power flowed from his soles to his waist, pushed along the spine dragon and back muscles, finally permeating his limbs.
Bang!
The cold blue numbers jumped rapidly, surpassing 1900, finally stopping at 1925.
‘As expected, using Dragon Strength increases power by about a third.’ Chen Wujun thought to himself.
Fa Zai, Tang Lang, A Yong, and a few other henchmen all showed shocked expressions.
“Brother Jun, 1925!”
Resonance stage martial artists with over 40% reinforced reconstruction usually had punching power around 1300 or 1400.
Yu Wei, an army elite, only had just over 1500.
Harmony stage martial artists didn’t gain much strength over resonance stage; improvements were more in five senses and reaction speed, and hugely so.
Yet Chen Wujun’s punch reached 1925 punching power.
Though punching power didn’t represent overall strength, Chen Wujun was known for his fighting ability, practicing old technique yet having greater strength than new technique martial artists.
“Not bad. Been in the hospital lately, but haven’t gotten rusty.” Chen Wujun grinned. “Alright, you few keep it quiet. If I hear it outside…”
“Don’t worry, Brother Jun, we definitely won’t blab.”
He casually punched the fist target, the number dropping quickly to just over 800, then Chen Wujun left with the henchmen.
He was just warning them offhand; even if word got out, it didn’t matter.
Harris’s strength was no less than this, and his speed was twice his own, yet he still got killed.
In fights between masters, punching power was just one aspect; kung fu, experience, reaction speed mattered more.
Most importantly, you needed brains.
At the gambling den, Chen Wujun called Ah Fei over: “Did that woman talk?”
“She did. I haven’t had a chance to tell you, Brother Jun, and you showed up.” Ah Fei said immediately.
“Is she from Sheng Sha?” Chen Wujun asked.
“Brother Jun, you knew?” Ah Fei was a bit surprised.
“You could figure it out with your ass. Luoyue People, the three biggest gangs—Sheng Sha is the prime suspect.” Chen Wujun scoffed.
“But she didn’t say who the mastermind was…”
“I know who. Dump the corpse on Sheng Sha’s turf.” Chen Wujun waved his hand.
Though Sha Jiu told him not to stir trouble… the Luoyue People had come after him, sending two waves of killers. Dumping the corpse back was hardly stirring trouble.
It didn’t even count as returning the courtesy.
Plus, he at least let her rest in peace; the Luoyue People should thank him.
…
Areas like Tongzhou Street pier and Qinzhou Street were main Luoyue People activity zones. The pier had lots of Luoyue fishermen, while Qinzhou Street had numerous brothels.
Qinzhou Street temporary amusement park, actually an open-air street market where Luoyue People set up stalls every afternoon around four.
A stall selling beef rice noodles, broth made from cow bones collected from restaurants.
A rundown cargo truck that could break down anytime, inside a Luoyue black clinic. Unlicensed doctors inject penicillin into mineral water bottles to treat TB for the poor.
Next to it, foil and alcohol lamps for junkies to chase the dragon.
Same poverty, same chaos and lawlessness here.
Or rather, every slum was much the same.
A minivan sped to an empty spot by the amusement park, nearly hitting pedestrians. Several emaciated Luoyue People glared viciously.
Greed, malice, cruelty—all in their eyes.
The minivan skidded to a stop, door slid open, a sack was tossed out, and it sped away.
Several skinny Luoyue People rushed over and opened the sack, revealing a blood-soaked corpse inside.
The Luoyue People panicked immediately.
Soon, the corpse in the sack was collected and taken to an underground factory moments later.
A tall middle-aged man knelt beside the bloody corpse, his face twisted as he closed the woman’s eyes, a hint of madness in his gaze.
“A Xiang…”
The man was Ruan Wenshan, one of Sheng Sha’s leaders, and the corpse on the ground was his younger brother no mistake.
Also his lover!
He had already guessed this outcome when A Xiang didn’t return.
But seeing the corpse with his own eyes still cut him like a knife.
