Chapter 90: Martial Arts Fan Cheng Xiaohai

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Martial Arts Fan Cheng Xiaohai

(Author’s note removed)

"I don’t know why he wanted grass carp feed," Wu Feng muttered. "I just took the money, I didn’t ask questions. Oh, right. He doesn’t really have any backing. He’s just a regular office worker at some company."

"No backing? How is that possible? A regular office worker can offer two hundred thousand? Who the hell are you trying to fool?" Wu Qiang roared.

"Brother Qiang, he really is just an office worker. I wouldn’t dare lie to you," Wu Feng said with a bitter smile.

Ye Xing’s gaze shifted. He said in a low voice, "What company does he work for?"

"It’s a company in Fu City. I think it’s called... Mingsheng Group," Wu Feng said after a moment of thought. "He’s always worked in Fu City. He only came back to Luoxian County a few days ago to hire me for this."

"Fu City? Mingsheng Group?" Ye Xing’s brow furrowed, and a startlingly cold light flashed in his eyes. An intangible killing intent unwittingly emanated from him. In that instant, everyone around felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had been plunged into an ice cellar. The cold was bone-deep. Gripped by a primal fear, they all subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at Ye Xing in terror.

Ye Xing’s gaze swept over the crowd before landing on Wu Feng. The corner of his mouth curved into a slight smile. "Mingsheng Group in Fu City, is that right? I hope you’re not just making things up. Otherwise, I’ll make you wish for a death that will never come."

Having said his piece, Ye Xing left the Changchun Martial Arts Hall with Zhu Dazhuang. From the moment he had entered the hall, challenged them, fought, and conducted his interrogation, only a little over ten minutes had passed before he left. The so-called duel had taken less than two minutes in total. The only thing that had wasted any time was questioning Wu Feng. Now that he knew who was pulling the strings behind Wu Feng, Ye Xing had no reason to stay at the Changchun Martial Arts Hall any longer.

Otherwise, I’ll make you wish for a death that will never come! Otherwise, I’ll make you wish for a death that will never come! Otherwise, I’ll make you wish for a death that will never come!

The sentence carried a terrifying weight, echoing in Wu Feng’s mind with a demonic quality that filled him with an unparalleled horror he hadn’t felt even when facing Wu Qiang’s threats. Deep down, he sensed that Ye Xing hadn’t been joking. His intuition told him this was a man who did what he said. Along with his fear, Wu Feng was also relieved that he hadn’t lied; otherwise, he would already be on his knees, begging for mercy.

’What terrifying killing intent,’ Wu Qiang thought, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock, fear, and doubt as he watched the retreating figures of Ye Xing and Zhu Dazhuang. ’What’s this master’s background? He must have taken many lives!’

What was killing intent? It was the aura one accumulated from killing people. Killing just one or two people only made you vicious; it wasn’t enough to form a true killing intent. To develop such an aura, one had to kill dozens of people, their hands stained with countless lives. They would have become accustomed to killing, treating human life as worthless. In modern society, very few people possessed such an aura. Even prisoners or fugitives at most had a vicious air about them, but it fell short of true killing intent. To put it another way, a person with a vicious air could make others feel scared and fearful. However, if a person with true killing intent were to unleash it completely, those with a weaker constitution would very likely piss their pants on the spot.

In his younger years, Wu Qiang had run with gangs. Most people didn’t dare to cross him. He possessed that vicious air—he was fierce and ruthless enough to make people afraid. Although he hadn’t developed killing intent himself, Wu Qiang could still sense it keenly.

"Brother Qiang! Brother Qiang!" The youth with the red mohawk called out, seeing that Wu Qiang seemed to be in a daze.

"Huh?" Wu Qiang snapped back to reality. He looked around and announced in a low voice, "My apologies, students. Something unexpected came up today. Many of our coaches are injured and need to rest and recover. They won’t be able to teach you today. The hall will be closing early. Please come again next time. Sorry about that!"

As soon as Wu Qiang finished speaking, the crowd of students began to leave the hall in a bustling, chattering stream. Although they couldn’t practice today, there wasn’t a hint of disappointment on their faces. On the contrary, they were all pumped up, as if on steroids. They gathered in small groups, talking excitedly, the sole topic of conversation being the young man who had challenged the hall. Many students even took out their phones, put in earbuds, and started playing the videos they had just recorded of the fight. They watched the videos over and over as they walked, flailing their arms and legs in an excited imitation of the young man’s fighting moves.

"A true master indeed!"

Watching the students in their state of fanatical obsession, Wu Qiang couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. His eyes shifted as a thought suddenly struck him. He quickly turned to the red-haired youth with the mohawk. "Go! Right now! I want you to find all the information you can on Fu City’s Mingsheng Group!"

"Find info on Fu City’s Mingsheng Group?" The red-haired youth was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Brother Qiang, why are we looking into Mingsheng Group?"

"Are you stupid? This is the perfect chance to get on that master’s good side. I told you to go look, so get the hell out of here and start looking," Wu Qiang said, kicking the red-haired youth in the ass.

The red-haired youth scurried off to start digging up information on Fu City’s Mingsheng Group.

...

Not far from the entrance of the Changchun Martial Arts Hall, there was a bus stop on the street.

At that moment, a bus slowly pulled up to the stop. The doors opened, and passengers began to file off.

Carrying a plastic bag with his training uniform, Cheng Xiaohai got off the bus and started walking toward the Changchun Martial Arts Hall.

The drive from Bilin Village to Luoxian County took only twenty minutes by private car. However, by bus, you had to wait for it to arrive, and with all the stops along the way, it was a start-and-stop journey. It had taken Cheng Xiaohai a good thirty or forty minutes to finally reach Luoxian County.

’The Fist Skill the coach demonstrated yesterday looked so powerful,’ Cheng Xiaohai thought with great anticipation. ’I have to learn that Fist Skill today, hehe. Then I’ll be able to take on two guys at once!’ His steps quickened, and he started running toward the Changchun Martial Arts Hall.

Eager and impatient, he bounded forward, taking two or three steps at a time. In no time, he arrived at the Changchun Martial Arts Hall.

The moment he reached the entrance, Cheng Xiaohai froze, completely dumbfounded by the bizarre scene before him.

One after another, students of the hall were walking out. That wasn’t the crucial part, though. The crucial part was that they all looked like they were on some kind of stimulant, their faces flushed with excitement. Each one was holding a phone, seemingly watching a video, while simultaneously waving their arms and legs around. Were they practicing martial arts?

’What’s going on? It’s already past eight. Shouldn’t we be training inside the hall right now? Why is everyone coming out? Are they leaving to go home? And what is everyone staring at on their phones?’ Cheng Xiaohai blinked. A gut feeling told him that he had missed something important.