Chapter 89: Provocation
“Some say he and several masters went to assassinate high-level Federation officials… but failed…”
“That formidable?” Chen Wujun showed a surprised expression, his heart in turmoil.
In that photograph of Master… all those people were great masters, and then they all died… Could it be that Master went with them to assassinate high-level Federation officials?
Although Master looks only fifty or sixty years old, Xin Ye, who is over 90, also looks only in his fifties…
Xin Ye reached the Magnetic Field Level, and at this level, one can even control and affect a portion of their body’s cells to extend their lifespan.
From the tone Master Zhou Qing used to comment on the new technique, Master should also be a master of the new technique.
And it was old techniques first, then new techniques.
“What did Deng Yuan look like?” Chen Wujun’s heart was in turmoil, but his face was full of curiosity.
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him either, I just heard it from my family… They just said he was tall and unusual…” Li Wei said.
That explanation is as good as no explanation.
One must know that most masters of new techniques are tall and unusual.
For example, Elephant’s height exceeds two meters.
“You practice Tong Bei Quan. I’ve only heard of this kung fu, so let’s see how good your kung fu is,” Chen Wujun said after resting for a moment.
In fact, he knew very little about various boxing methods; he only learned about this boxing technique from Li Wei.
The two stood on the stage, neither wearing protective gear.
“Brother Jun, be careful. Tong Bei Quan emphasizes the hands like iron, the wrists like cotton, and the arms like a whip.” Li Wei reminded him, then his feet vibrated, he advanced, drew his hand up, and his sleeves rustled.
When Chen Wujun practiced punching before, his sleeves rustled like unfurling a great banner.
And when Li Wei attacked, his momentum was not small; his arm came over like a whip.
Chen Wujun raised his hand to block, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if he had been struck by iron.
However, his arm was also extremely hard, and his expression did not change at all.
After drawing his hand back, Li Wei transitioned to pressing down with his palm, and then his other hand extended straight like a spear, thrusting towards Chen Wujun’s chest.
However, as soon as his shoulder moved, Chen Wujun knew his next move. He turned his feet, used a push hand to push Li Wei’s arm back towards his chest.
Li Wei leaped back to create distance, then spun his body, advanced with left and right hook hands, and Chen Wujun easily circled behind him.
Li Wei turned and swept horizontally, his hands like two leather whips striking continuously and relentlessly.
“So that’s how it is. The whip strike, the whip tip moves extremely fast, even exceeding the speed of sound… Speed plus strength, a single strike carries immense power. No wonder he said Tong Bei Quan’s arms are like a whip.”
“And his hands have been trained specifically, they are harder than my arms.”
“This offensive is continuous, his palms are trained to be hard as steel, and they carry a penetrating force. Ordinary people indeed cannot resist it.”
Chen Wujun blocked a few strikes, and his arm already felt a little sore. After blocking Li Wei’s whip hands, he flipped his palm, grabbed his arm, and with a vibration of his feet, he advanced with a shoulder bump, sending Li Wei flying out.
After Li Wei landed, he rolled a few times and then sprang up. His movements were extremely agile, like a gibbon with long arms.
Seeing that Chen Wujun had lowered his guard, Li Wei got up a bit embarrassed and said, “Thank you, Brother Jun, for holding back.”
As the saying goes, one shoulder can carry a thousand pounds. Using the shoulder to exert rapid force to hit someone, especially against a master like Chen Wujun, is like being hit by a car.
Clearly, Chen Wujun hadn’t used his full strength just now; he had only tossed him out.
Moreover, Chen Wujun had been holding back and hadn’t really counterattacked; he was merely testing Li Wei’s kung fu.
Otherwise, he would have been lying down after one or two hits.
“Good kung fu,” Chen Wujun praised. After their brief exchange, he had already figured out Li Wei’s abilities, even some of his methods of generating force.
Li Wei has a punching power of about six to seven hundred jin, similar to martial artists in the Initial Construction Stage like Ah Fei and Curry. However, due to his method of generating force, the power he unleashes is greater, his destructive power is greater, and his fighting style is more refined and flexible, making him stronger than Curry and Ah Fei.
My own kung fu emphasizes the power of dragon and tiger, Force Through Four Extremities, and the generation of force through bouncing, exploding, and twisting.
While Tong Bei Quan also involves bouncing, exploding, and twisting, the body is the whip rod, the arm is the whip, and the fist is the whip tip.
The two are completely different.
“From now on, you’ll get 8,000 yuan a month!”
“Thank you, Brother Jun!” Li Wei’s face immediately lit up with joy.
When Chen Wujun returned home, he was still pondering Li Wei’s Tong Bei Quan.
This was the first time he had encountered other boxing styles besides the Wolf Fist and Swimming Dragon Palm taught by his senior brother and master, and he felt his vision had been broadened.
“In the future, I must engage with more old techniques to broaden my horizons, learn the strengths of other boxing styles, and achieve cross-disciplinary learning.”
“I heard that Si Tiao Long Tou started practicing Tan Leg from a young age, and then switched to new techniques. Once I break through to Qi Refining, I’ll find an opportunity to go see him.”
“There are two other martial arts schools in the Walled City, said to have ordinary kung fu, but I can go and see them too.”
…
Two days later, Chen Wujun had Ah Fei take the money and ledger to Jin Di Finance with him.
“Sister Sha Jiu, here’s this month’s money and accounts.” Chen Wujun entered the room, took the bag from Ah Fei, placed it on the table, and then turned to look at the people sitting on the sofa nearby.
Ah Hao and Hua Zai Rong were each holding a pornographic magazine, sitting with their legs crossed and reading.
Cun Bao was holding a cup, pouring a pile of powder into it, then adding water and stirring.
Kai Lun was applying lipstick with a mirror, while Ji Xiang sat smiling beside them.
Everyone greeted Chen Wujun, and even Kai Lun showed no unusual expression.
Chen Wujun responded to each of them and then sat down next to Ji Xiang.
“Brother Ji Xiang, you’re beaming. Did something good happen recently?”
“It’s okay, as long as the accounts are in order, I can eat well and sleep soundly,” Ji Xiang said with a smile.
“I call you Brother Ji Xiang… it’s just a name, you really accepted it?” Chen Wujun asked with a look of confusion.
“I can call you Brother Jun too,” Ji Xiang squinted his eyes and continued with a smile.
“Alright, call me and let me hear it,” Chen Wujun said with a grin.
Ji Xiang, with a smile on his face, turned to look at Chen Wujun.
Chen Wujun looked back at him with a smile.
“Go on, why aren’t you calling? Can’t say it?”
Seemingly sensing an awkwardness between them, Ah Hao called out, “Ah Jun, this foreign chick is pretty good, her face is both innocent and seductive, and her body is hot…”
Chen Wujun continued to stare at Ji Xiang.
Ji Xiang was filled with anger. He glanced around, saw that the others were watching, and then his expression turned grim, and he directly stated:
“Ah Jun, I know Sister Sha Jiu values you, and I also give you face. But after all, I am your senior… You’ve provoked me three or two times, what do you want?”
“Are you angry?” Chen Wujun looked taken aback.
“I was just kidding with you, and you’re already angry? You have such a short temper!”
He got up and walked over to Kai Lun, put his arm around her shoulder, and drew out his words: “Everyone knows how good my relationship with Sister Kai Lun is, yet someone is sowing discord… If you have something to say, just say it. If you’re afraid to say it to my face, you resort to underhanded tactics…”
“Ah Jun, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you misunderstand something?” Ji Xiang raised an eyebrow.
“I wasn’t talking about you. Please don’t misunderstand. You all know me, I’m young and speak my mind… I’m just talking about some people…” Chen Wujun said, crossing his legs.
“Enough.” Sha Jiu leaned back in her chair, looking at Ah Jun and Ji Xiang.
“Ah Jun, don’t speak nonsense without evidence. Although we are not police officers, everyone here is one of us, and evidence is still required.”
“Understood!” Chen Wujun sat on the sofa and raised his hand in a Federal Police salute.
“I’ll have someone look for evidence when I get back!”
“What’s going on between you and Kai Lun?” Sha Jiu asked Chen Wujun.
“Nothing… just a slight misunderstanding…” Chen Wujun said with a grin.
“Kai Lun, what do you say?”
“It was indeed a slight misunderstanding, and it’s been resolved,” Kai Lun smiled.
“Since it’s resolved, then there’s nothing more to it.”
“It’s best that way. Everyone here is one of us, and our interests are aligned. I don’t want to see any unpleasantness between you,” Sha Jiu said.
Chen Wujun happily agreed, Kai Lun’s expression was normal, but Ji Xiang’s eyes were full of gloom.
He had been made to look rather clumsy by Chen Wujun’s sudden attack.
In his opinion, Sha Jiu’s attempt to smooth things over was clearly an implicit approval of Chen Wujun’s provocation.
“Let’s have dinner together tonight, my treat, we’ll have a couple of drinks, and any misunderstandings will be gone,” Sha Jiu added.
“Sister Sha Jiu is treating, of course we’ll go,” Ah Hao immediately responded.
“I have no problem,” Chen Wujun leaned forward and took Ah Hao’s magazine.
“Which one were you talking about just now?”
Although he didn’t seek them out much outside, he did enjoy looking at them.
…
That evening, at a seafood restaurant, Chen Wujun saw Ji Xiang go to the restroom and, with a glint in his eye, followed him.
“Cun Bao.” Sha Jiu frowned upon seeing the two leave one after another and said.
Cun Bao immediately followed.
After entering, Chen Wujun saw Ji Xiang relieving himself. He walked to Ji Xiang’s side, unzipped his pants, and while urinating, he glanced sideways.
“Why is it so small? I’ll call you Little Ji Xiang from now on!”
“I’m still developing and I’m bigger than you. You have no chance to develop.”
“Ah Jun, I’ve tolerated you several times. Stop causing trouble.” Ji Xiang’s stomach was filled with anger, and he said with a cold face.
“My dad used to tell me that the truth hurts the most,” Chen Wujun said with a grin.
Cun Bao also walked in and unzipped his pants to relieve himself.
“Ah Jun, Ji Xiang, you two are here whispering? What are you talking about?”
Chen Wujun glanced over, said nothing, and expressionlessly zipped up his pants and left.
After dinner that night, Chen Wujun and Sha Jiu went up to the rooftop.
Sha Jiu then asked, “What’s going on between you and Ji Xiang?”
“Nothing, there was a slight misunderstanding between Kai Lun and me earlier, and someone added fuel to the fire and schemed behind the scenes,” Chen Wujun said, stretching.
“Regardless of whether he did it or not, you seemed to be targeting him earlier,” Sha Jiu had actually sensed the conflict between the two for a while, but since it wasn’t out in the open, she hadn’t bothered.
“Senior Sister, you’re wrongly accusing me. I’ve always respected him. Everyone knows I’m the most respectful of elders and the most loving of the young.”
Chen Wujun naturally wouldn’t admit it and changed the subject:
“When are we going after Uncle Wu?”
“We need an opportunity. Uncle Wu’s bodyguards are difficult to deal with.”
“If we’re going to act, we must kill him with the first strike, giving him no chance.”
