Chapter 23 Never Owe Anyone

  It's like "Hongxiulin" this kind of place, "talking and laughing are all rich and noble, coming and going without any ordinary people". Generally speaking, if someone doesn't have some background, no matter how much money they have, they absolutely can't enter this gate. Linquanxi daring to directly find his way here and compete with Lei Xing for attention is obviously also a person of importance in the provincial city.

  And judging from what Lei Zhengyu said, it seems that there is a considerable backer behind this person.

  "Hmph, everyone is the same, you don't need to mention me, if you weren't the third young master of the Lei family, how could you become the chief of the provincial public security bureau's criminal police brigade at such a young age? To be honest with you, my young master is currently attending a banquet in the Weiyang Palace and wants me to invite Zhang Jieyu to accompany him. It depends on whether or not Third Young Master Lei will give my young master this face."

  As soon as both parties opened their mouths, the conversation was full of gunpowder. Lin Quanxi relied on his backing and sat down, bluntly stating his intentions, and then didn't wait for Lei Xing to speak. He stretched out his hand and waved it forward, and the two bodyguards behind him walked directly to Zhang Jieyu's side, making an inviting gesture, "Zhang Jieyu, please!"

  Lei Xing's eyes flashed, and he saw that these two people were actually going to force Zhang Jieyu to drink without even asking him. His face suddenly turned iron-green, and just as he was about to slam his hand on the table, he seemed to remember something and instead smiled wryly, pouring himself a cup of wine with a calm demeanor, slowly drinking it down.

  At this time, Zhang Jieyu beside him seemed to be shocked by the current situation, and his gaze at Lei Xing was full of infatuation and sorrow. Although he didn't say a word, it seemed as if he had already revealed his heart's intention in that instant, and no matter how tall or short, fat or thin the two people standing beside him were, they just couldn't move.

  This woman, who can hold the position of "concubine" in Hongxielin, would naturally not be an ordinary woman. With her frequent interactions with people coming and going, she has a thorough understanding of Lei Xing's psychology as a noble-born young master. How could she brazenly throw herself into someone else's arms under such circumstances?

  Moreover, up to now, Zhang Jieyu still can't see through Wang Chan clearly. She always feels that this person won't be as ordinary as he appears on the surface. It's just right to take advantage of this sudden event to probe his foundation.

  Hongxiulin can occupy such a large mountain forest in the provincial capital, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, and has been operating for many years. To say that there are no "people" behind it to support it would be simply ridiculous.

  So even if Zhang Jieyu's small test, driven by personal motives, ultimately failed and led to the situation becoming more severe, she still had enough confidence that with the power of her own "boss", she could turn this into a win-win situation for both sides.

  "Go back and tell Lin Gongzi that I, Lei Xing, will naturally not withhold his face. But you, a mere dog leg, what are you? You want Zhang Jieyu to accompany guests? Fine, go back and have Lin Gongzi come over himself."

  His gaze lightly swept past Wang Zhen, who was lying on the desk with his head down, and Lei Xing's mind had already made up its mind to be no different from Zhang Jieyu, both of whom wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to test Wang Zhen again. However, Zhang Jieyu was purely trying to solve a puzzle in her own heart, while Lei Xing had more considerations on other aspects.

  "Oh, you want our young master to come in person? Even if it's the eldest young master of the Lei family, it's still not enough!"

  This time, without waiting for Lin Quanxi to speak, the short and stout man standing next to Zhang Jie slowly opened his mouth. His eyes scanned the room before fixing on a side table with a fruit platter and dried fruits, and he walked over to it.

  He slowly twisted his thick neck, and with a sudden movement, he stood in a horse stance. He took a deep breath, and the air in front of him seemed to vibrate with a loud "whooshing" sound, like a frog croaking by the pond. His chest puffed out more than three inches, and his round face turned bright red. Next, his fist shot out from his waist, raised high above his head, and then transformed into a palm. From deep within his throat, he let out a loud "moooo" sound, and with a loud slap, his palm struck the table in front of him.

  In an instant, a loud crash shook people's eardrums. The next moment, the solid wood table had its four legs broken and crashed to the ground. When the short and stout man slowly lifted his hand, everyone saw that he had actually slapped out a handprint more than half an inch deep on the table, causing the fruits on the table to fly everywhere.

  "Lei Shan is gone! Do we still need to invite our young master?" The short and stout man turned around, his eyes fixed intently on Lei Xing.

  Lei Xing's eyes suddenly narrowed, with an expression that seemed to dismiss everything, "How interesting, it's very interesting. I've been in Ha City for so many years, and today is the first time I've been threatened face-to-face. Your breathing is like a cicada, your exhaling is like an ox, this move of yours, with its fist-palm combination, has a hint of Wudang Neijiaquan's style, but Wudang Neijia has many branches, and you also seem to have practiced Wing Chun's inch power. The two combined together are quite incongruous. I don't even know you, so I suppose the two of you must be newcomers by Lin Gongzi's side?"

  Lei Xing's kung fu was still not up to par with the Fang family's standards, but he came from a noble background and had the resources to learn whatever he wanted. However, over the past decade or so, his kung fu skills were still not impressive, but his eyesight was exceptionally keen. Especially after seeing the short and stout man's palm strike just now, comparing it to the scene in his mind where Wang Chan effortlessly pulled down half a door panel with one hand, he immediately knew that this man's kung fu was far from mastered and couldn't compare to Wang Chan beside him.

  Otherwise, the palm he used just now would not have first broken the four legs of the table and left a handprint on it, but should have directly penetrated through the tabletop, and would not have dispersed its force to other places. This person cultivates both internal and external family styles, seemingly with great power, but in reality has taken the path of quick success and instant benefits, and if he continues to practice like this, he will definitely end up with nothing accomplished.

  The stout man was taken aback by the words and was greatly surprised that Lei Xing, this rumored playboy, had such sharp eyesight.

  "I've long heard that the young master of our house has said that the Lei family's martial arts skills have been passed down through generations, and Third Young Master Lei is also a skilled fighter since he was a child. Now that I've seen him, it's indeed true! My fellow disciple and I have only recently followed Lin Gongzi, so it's normal that we don't know you brothers. After all, Third Young Master Lei hasn't been in the capital for a long time." At this point, the tall and thin man who had not spoken until now also opened his mouth to speak.

  "However, Leisan Shao, my brother and I were also ordered to come and invite Zhang Jieyu over, with no ill intentions. Just now, Lin Quanxi Shao was drunk, so he was a bit abrupt and offended you, Three Shao. Please consider the face of our family's young master and be more tolerant. Otherwise, if this matter gets out of hand, it won't be easy for you to handle either."

  This tall and slender man is obviously very good at communicating with people, speaking reasonably and tactfully, although he is talking about the same thing, but it sounds much better in people's ears, but it is also such a person who is more difficult to deal with.

  His eyes lingered on the man's face for a moment, and Lei Xing suddenly smiled and said: "Finally, someone who can speak reasonably has come out. What you just said makes sense, but why should I give your young master face? Lin Yuan Shan doesn't put me, Lei Xing, in his eyes. The face you want is too big, unless Lin Yuan Shan comes himself, otherwise, you few slaves can't even receive it."

  "Respectful toast but won't drink, penalty for drinking! I'd like to see just how big the face of Lei San Shao is, our fellow disciples can't even take it!"

  His words were too vicious, directly labeling the three people in front of him as "slaves", although what he said was indeed correct. As the ancient saying goes, "don't speak ill of others even if they are wrong". Confronting and exposing someone's scars is no wonder that the short fat man immediately turned his face away.

  Before he finished speaking, both hands made a mistake and were about to move to grab Zhang Jieyu beside Lei Xing.

  It was only at this time that the tall and thin man standing next to him had a slightly tense expression on his face. Both he and his fellow disciples were true practitioners, their martial arts skills unquestionable. Just now, when his own junior brother's palm had shattered the solid wooden table, it was already an incredible feat in the eyes of ordinary people, something that only existed in martial arts novels. But this Lei Xing not only saw through it with one sentence, but also remained unmoved, which must be because he had confidence in himself.

  Either he is skilled in martial arts and doesn't take his two sworn brothers seriously, or the bald man with him is his personal bodyguard. However, I heard that Lei Xing is just a illegitimate child of the family and not valued by them. Not long ago, because of that incident, the whole capital city was stirred up, and he was sent to Ha City by his family to fend for himself, out of sight, out of mind.

  I didn't hear that he had bodyguards around him before. Could it be that this bald-headed man is a new expert he has recently recruited?

  He was indeed a master of the middle and upper ranks, a true practitioner's son. The tall and thin Han man had meticulous thoughts, and with just one glance, he saw Wang Chan sitting there like a starving ghost reincarnated, devouring his food as if no one else was present. In his heart, he immediately became several points clearer.

  Ordinary people can't eat that much! Lei Xing would never bring a useless waste to Hongxiulin and other places to eat and drink.

  Seeing his junior brother being enraged by Lei's provocation and about to pounce on him, this tall and thin man felt a chill in his heart for some reason, and couldn't help but remind him: "Don't be rash, Young Master Lei, Junior Brother, you must have restraint when striking."

  "Zhang Jieyu, don't make it difficult for me!" The short and stout man responded casually, taking two steps to cross over to the table. His footsteps were very steady and powerful, and as he moved, his hands spread apart, his shoulders slightly sinking downwards, and he reached out to grab Zhang Jieyu's arm.

  Although Lei Xing spoke viciously, he was born in that place after all. Although this man had already hated him to the point of smoke coming out of his seven orifices, he didn't dare take the initiative to provoke him. He only targeted Zhang Jieyu for his own goals on this trip. As for whether Lei Xing would intervene, it was not within his consideration.

  Just then, Wang Chan had already eaten all the roasted whole lamb on the table, grabbed a clean towel next to him, and roughly wiped his oily face and hands. He smiled at Lei Xing, whose expression had changed color and was about to get excited: "I didn't know the food here was so expensive, but I won't let you waste your money for nothing. I've never owed anyone in my life, and I'll take care of these two people as a favor to you."

  As he spoke, someone had already jumped up from the ground and blocked the short and stout man's path. Without any visible movement, he slightly lowered his body and suddenly threw a punch to the chest, which produced a sharp whizzing sound within a foot of distance, like a swift sword slicing through the air.

  It seemed that Lei Xing had long expected that he would not let Zhang Jieyu snatch him in front of him, this short and fat man obviously had already prepared enough backhands, suddenly seeing Wang Chan blocking his way, the two broken legs actually staggered one after another, and lightly dodged to the side, avoiding Wang Chan's punch.

  He was like a big ball of meat, swiftly spinning and flashing, shrinking his head, suddenly squeezing into Wang Zhen's unguarded middle palace, his wrist shaking, making a crisp sound, almost sticking to Wang Zhen's clothes, using the inch force of Wing Chun boxing.

  In the instant he exerted his strength, almost all of the joints on this stout man's body simultaneously twisted inward, causing his body to lean forward at the same time. The force started from the ground, went up through his legs and waist, and then combined together in layers. Although the distance was very short, his hand holding the phoenix-eye fist managed to strike empty air within such a short distance, producing a sound like a whip cracking beside one's ear. What Lei Xing said was indeed correct - this man was a master of Southern-style Wing Chun boxing.

  However, Wang Chan didn't give him enough time to exert himself. With a swift movement, he closed in on him, lowered his center of gravity, twisted his waist and hips, and delivered a shoulder strike directly to his chest. In an instant, there was a loud cracking sound, like the snapping of wood, and the short, fat man was knocked to the ground, rolling and tumbling seven or eight meters away, crashing into the Longle Palace with a loud thud, shattering four or five large blue bricks on the ground.

  Wang Zhan used this move, which he had just learned from the late Sun Changfeng's Eight Extremes Sticking Mountain Lean. Although he was still far from mastering its subtleties, his movements were quick and unparalleled. Compared to Sun Chengfeng, his stance was even more standard and proper. With his powerful horizontal chain fist technique, his shoulder strike was solid and forceful. As soon as he made contact, he immediately sent the short and stout man flying towards him with a crushing blow that shattered his arm from finger bones to wrist bones, and from wrist bones to forearm, all of which were reduced to powder-like fractures. The man's arm rebounded and struck his own chest, causing his breastbone and collarbone to shatter instantly.

  As for the short and stout man's just-punched inch of power, it was again impossible to break through Wang Chan's horizontal tempered body like a fine steel. As soon as they came into contact, all the force dissipated.

  The stout man's body rolled around on the ground like a meatball, until this moment, he was able to let out a miserable cry, his arms dangling on the ground, shaking and swaying as he knelt down, his whole body twisted in pain, muscles convulsing, looking like an evil spirit.

  He stared at Wang Chan with a gaze that was full of deep resentment and a hint of helpless terror. But he now had his chest cracked open, his throat sweet and numb, and after letting out a loud cry, he couldn't say another word for the time being.

  "Brother!" The scene changed suddenly, beyond everyone's expectations. The tall and thin man's eyebrows and eyes twitched rapidly before he rushed to his brother's side, helping him up, first gently touching the shorter and more robust one's arm, then taking his pulse, only then did he look up at Wang Chan opposite him.

  "Alright, alright. I didn't expect there to be such a master standing guard beside Lei San Shao. No wonder our brothers don't put him in their sights. This trip is considered a loss for us brothers." As he spoke, the tall and thin man helped the short and stout one turn around and was about to leave.

  "Big Brother!"

  But the short and stout man saw his own master brother about to leave, his heart suddenly anxious, he violently struggled, and unexpectedly spat out a large mouthful of congealed blood, with crimson at the corners of his mouth, squeezing out two words from deep within his throat. His body now had multiple fractures, and even slight movements caused unbearable pain, yet he mustered up the strength to call out to his master brother, clearly unwilling to part ways like this, with a face full of discontent.

  "Shut up! Have you forgotten what Master said before we came out? He told you to be more restrained, but you didn't listen. This person is formidable, let's talk about it when we get back."

  This tall and thin man is cautious, his kung fu is also more powerful than his junior brother. However, after witnessing it with their own eyes, Wang Chan simply defeated his junior brother in one move, using the famous Baguazhang. They thought that Wang Chan must be a disciple of some famous Bagua master, and even if they went up themselves, they wouldn't be a match for him. So, they harbored the intention to retreat and come back another day to report to Lin Gongzi, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

  At this time, Lin Quanxi also glared at Wang Chan and said to Lei Xing: "You wait, I'll go call my young master right away."

  Before he finished speaking, Wang Chan suddenly moved from the opposite side and appeared in front of him, blocking the door: "You've all left, who can I ask to return this favor? You're just a lackey, you must have been a traitor in the past too. Even touching you would dirty someone's hands, get out of my way!"

  Wang Chan's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and Lin Quanxi suddenly felt as if he had been plunged into an icy cavern. He was like a man who had encountered a ferocious tiger in the mountains. The green glow in Wang's eyes seemed to flash like a wolf or a tiger, and Lin let out a startled cry. His legs turned soft, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

  Wang Chan has killed countless people in these twenty years, and naturally carries a murderous aura on his body. Lin Quanxi is just an ordinary person who indulges in wine and women, how can he withstand Wang's severe scolding?

  The main gate of the Chang Le Palace faces south, and from the outside, it is impossible to see what happened inside the side hall where several people were. Wang Chan blocked the door of the side hall, standing alone at the pass, making it clear that he wanted to teach a lesson to those who had come to beg for leniency.

  Looking at the tall and thin man in front of him, Wang Chan's hands hung down, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. Every time he moved slightly, the muscles and bones all over his body would make a crackling sound like firecrackers going off together. Although he only took one step forward to the door, it was as if he had taken a hundred steps of evil energy and a thousand steps of mighty wind, making people look at him with trepidation, their hearts trembling with fear.

  "Friend, a bachelor only fights for 99 and doesn't fight for extra one, leaving a thread, it's also good to meet again in the future."

  At this time, the Chang Le Palace was silent as a needle could be heard falling, and Wang Chan's sudden move was far more violent than Lei Xing's imagination. Moreover, under the current situation where he had the absolute upper hand, he still refused to let go, his actions were so decisive that it made him tremble with fear. Of course, he couldn't help but secretly congratulate himself from time to time, fortunately, the test he did before dinner was not bad, and he didn't offend Wang Chan too much.

  A true martial artist, in the end, must be fearless of life and death. As the saying goes, "Before practicing martial arts, one must first train their courage." Without courage, no matter how great one's natural talent is, they will never achieve greatness in their lifetime.

  This tall and thin man saw that Wang Chan was blocking their way, his face changed color, but he was fully on guard, and there was no sign of fear on his face. He just followed the rules of the Jianghu, reported a sentence, intending for both sides to take a step back, so they could meet again another day.

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