Chapter 1485 - 1475: Professionalism

Chapter 1485: Chapter 1475: Professionalism

As for those bodyguards who charged at him, he treated them even more casually, light and easy. With punches and kicks, in just a few moves, the bodyguards were beaten all over the place, and all the soldiers were completely impressed by Jiang Cheng’s skills.

Laymen watch the spectacle, insiders watch the technique. Everyone here had more or less been exposed to this stuff. The instant Jiang Cheng threw that punch, they all understood Jiang Cheng was a real expert. In all martial arts under heaven, speed is the only thing that can’t be broken—Jiang Cheng’s punching speed was too fast, so fast it left their eyes dazzled.

Right at this moment, the video finished playing, and Jiang Cheng walked in. Everyone immediately started praising how well Jiang Cheng could fight. Jiang Cheng was actually a bit confused, but when he saw the content on the big screen in front of him, he gave himself a mental reminder, smiled at the crowd, and left.

Liu Yu watched Jiang Cheng’s departing back, then looked at the meaningful expressions on everyone’s faces. Inside, he silently cursed Jiang Cheng out, and from that moment on, he completely filed Jiang Cheng away under "enemy."

Jiang Cheng headed to the lounge area in the back to take a shower, but halfway there the Boss suddenly blocked his way. Jiang Cheng was a little puzzled—why was he blocking him here? Neither of them spoke, and the two pairs of eyes locked dead onto each other.

In the end the Boss simply grabbed Jiang Cheng and pulled him outside. Jiang Cheng felt like a monk who couldn’t figure out the scripture, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Where are you dragging me? Who are you?"

"Don’t talk, just come with me." The Boss didn’t say anything more, just kept dragging Jiang Cheng along. Jiang Cheng looked left and right, taking in everything about Zhou Tian.

He even clearly remembered where they’d passed a bird on the way—that was the kind of habit Jiang Cheng had developed over years of scheming and maneuvering. It had formed naturally and unconsciously.

But it was exactly this habit that had let him turn danger into safety again and again, slip out of tight spots, and move through crises. That was his capability, his unique trait, his edge over others. Jiang Cheng didn’t ask anything, didn’t think about anything, he simply recorded every single detail they passed, without missing a thing, in his mind, then followed close behind the Boss and kept moving forward.

In a desolate patch of ground, the Boss finally stopped walking, then stood facing Jiang Cheng. The Boss took a step back, his eyes fixed on Jiang Cheng without leaving him for even a second.

From the Boss’s eyes Jiang Cheng saw a trace of killing intent. A chill ran through him; he knew why the Boss had brought him here.

Right then, the Boss launched a side kick, flying straight at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng had actually been ready, just waiting for the Boss to make a move—that was what he’d sensed from that streak of killing intent.

Jiang Cheng clenched his fists and kept blocking the Boss’s leg. The Boss’s leg technique was extremely fierce, clearly with no intention of stopping, side-kicking nonstop, while Jiang Cheng kept retreating as he blocked again and again.

Jiang Cheng thought to himself, I want to see how long you can keep that leg going on the ground. Sure enough, when Jiang Cheng had backed up about five meters, the Boss’s strength gave out and he retracted his leg.

As the Boss pulled his leg back, Jiang Cheng tapped the ground with his toe and dashed straight forward, driving a straight punch right toward the Boss’s face. But when the Boss drew his leg back, he had also set up his defenses.

A fist rose from his chest, directly intercepting Jiang Cheng’s punch and pushing it off to the side. Because Jiang Cheng had thrown that punch with too much force, being pulled like that by the Boss, inertia carried his body forward and he lunged into empty air.

Jiang Cheng quickly twisted in midair, clamped his legs around the Boss’s neck, and as he landed, used both legs to hurl the Boss forward. The two of them hit the ground together and almost at the same time got back to their feet. A smile appeared on the Boss’s face—so he hadn’t misjudged him, Jiang Cheng really was a master. Sparring with a master like this was a kind of enjoyment.

The Boss didn’t stop; he rushed in again, straight punches, hooks and uppercuts raining down toward Jiang Cheng. But Jiang Cheng wasn’t some rookie; he dodged left and right, defended when he should, countered when he could, in and out, back and forth. The two of them fought fiercely, and finally Jiang Cheng intentionally left a gap. The Boss drove in, Jiang Cheng swept him down, and took a slight edge.

Right at this moment, five fully armed men surrounded Jiang Cheng. Without a word, they went straight into the attack. These five were all generals who could hold the pass alone against ten thousand men.

But Jiang Cheng was the kind of man who could face ten thousand alone, a true dragon among men—how could he let these five take advantage?

The six of them brawled out there in the wilderness, attack and defense flowing both ways. All of them were top-level fighters, and in a match like this, it was still impossible to decide who was superior.

In the end, all six of them were completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground, the fight ending in a draw. The Boss looked at Jiang Cheng lying to one side; the sharply cut lines of his profile made him involuntarily feel a spark of joy.

His instincts told him the man in front of him was an extraordinary talent. The corner of the Boss’s mouth hooked up in a mysterious smile.

"Kid, good kid! Want to join us?" The Boss laughed as he swung a light punch into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the Boss, his eyes narrowing into a slit. The man in front of him was clearly an old fox—that was the first impression the Boss gave Jiang Cheng.

Of course, Jiang Cheng wouldn’t say that out loud.

"You guys?" Jiang Cheng tossed out the words with a questioning tone. Anyone who could pull him away from Elder Xu’s side, with Elder Xu showing no reaction at all, definitely wasn’t some minor character.

Jiang Cheng looked at the man in front of him. The natural air of authority he exuded without anger made it impossible for Jiang Cheng to underestimate him. But what exactly was this man’s identity?

"Join the army! Sure, it’s a bit hard and a bit tiring, but I guarantee the benefits won’t shortchange you." The Boss gave Jiang Cheng a mysterious smile and raised his brows as he spoke.

"Who are you?" Jiang Cheng stared hard at the man in front of him. After a long moment, he finally slowly let out three words.

"The Boss." The Boss turned his head to look up at the sky, a wave of contentment washing through him as he spoke. Seeing the Boss turn his face, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt relieved.

The Boss turned back to look at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng studied him—there were many small scars on his face, and the weariness in his eyes instantly marked him as someone who’d been through life and death.

Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered that when he’d just been fighting the Boss, the Boss’s left leg had seemed a bit unsteady. If his guess was right, that leg had probably taken a bullet before.

Jiang Cheng’s gaze on the Boss shifted slightly. He knew what kind of event this banquet was. He just hadn’t expected a man like this to show up.

The Boss gave Jiang Cheng another look or two. This kind of look was exactly what he’d expected. He hadn’t really wanted to attend this kind of gathering, but unexpectedly he’d run into such a prodigy.

"Really not joining?" The Boss asked, a little unwilling, a touch of regret in his eyes. Jiang Cheng gently shook his head. The company was basically stable now, but he truly had no interest in the military.

Jiang Cheng looked up at the sky, then slowly climbed to his feet. He gave the Boss a few unreadable looks, turned around, and left. He still had to go back to the party; it wouldn’t look good if he didn’t.

Jiang Cheng went straight in through the back door into the lounge area. He watched the busy crowd and walked directly into the fitting room. The attendant nearby stared blankly at Jiang Cheng for a moment.

Jiang Cheng awkwardly changed into a new suit. In such a short time, he’d swapped outfits twice, and he felt a bit helpless. He glanced at the clothes he’d worn when fighting Liu Yu just now—they were still passable.

Then he looked at what he had on now—completely ruined. Professionals and amateurs really weren’t the same. Jiang Cheng shook his head helplessly and walked out, once again feeling the gaze of the many staff members at the door following him like a ceremonial send-off.

As soon as Jiang Cheng stepped back into the hall, Elder Xu pulled him off to the side. Elder Xu’s expression was odd as he asked, "You and the Boss have some kind of connection?"