Chapter Seventy: Just Kidding

  "Hmm, if it's like that, then it's best. Lin Yuanshan is a profound and deep person, with a mind full of twists and turns. He smiled ambiguously for a moment before bursting into laughter, 'The key point is that the matter also involved me, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble.'"

  "Come, Lei Shao, you are also a good martial artist, with a reputation that spreads far and wide. I've come to introduce you to two friends from the 'Zhigong Party'. This is Mr. Hong Changqing, who is also somewhat famous in the country. The Red Sleeve Lin, whose name is well-known in Ha City, is under his name. This time Lei Shao came and went in a hurry, otherwise I would have definitely invited him to visit Mr. Hong's place for a chat. But it's not too late now, let me introduce you two, and naturally there will be plenty of opportunities to interact in the future."

  "There is also Master Shao Nanhua, from the American Chinese Bridge. Speaking of which, he has a similar interest to Lei Shao and is also a master of martial arts who is obsessed with boxing. He has opened dozens of martial arts schools in the United States, with tens of thousands of students. This time, he rushed back to China because he heard that there was an extraordinary master at home, and his heart itched, so he asked his brother's door to introduce me."

  He and Lei Ting stood together, chatting and laughing for a few sentences. After the introduction, Lin Yuanshan also brought Hong Changqing and Shao Nanhua over to Wang Chan. As they walked up to him, he politely extended his hand for a handshake, with a smile on his face. From afar, it seemed like the two were having a pleasant conversation. In reality, as soon as Lin Yuanshan spoke, his voice became eerily cold and low, and he leaned in close to Wang Chan, speaking in a hushed tone.

  "Wang Shifu, you truly have great martial arts skills and a lot of guts! Last time, you charged into the Golden Sea Building and killed four people in one breath, including three of my personal bodyguards. I hadn't even had a chance to settle accounts with you yet, but then you turned around and killed Tang Niu from the Overseas Hung Mun sect. I don't know whether to say you're fearless or reckless. Now that trouble has arrived, let's see how you'll handle it!"

  "How dare you say it's not your doing? Wang Chan thought of everything he had been through in the past few days, and suddenly looked at Lin Yuanshan who was close by. A cold gleam burst out from the depths of his eyes, but he still wanted to hear what Lin Yuanshan had to say to him, so he didn't erupt on the spot. He just said one sentence coldly, then slowly narrowed his eyes."

  This action of narrowing his eyes is actually a "habit" that Wang Chan forced himself to cultivate.

  To know the fist method martial arts, it has always been easy to learn but difficult to master, and there is no end to it. Like Wang Chan in his youth, he spent all day gathering various medicinal creams, medicinal wines, and medicinal waters to practice his skills, deep in the mountains and forests, hunting and killing beasts like bears and tigers. As time went on, the accumulated murderous intent and killing energy inevitably merged into his fist intent and spirit. Every move was immediately followed by a murderous intention, unable to be restrained, like a mad demon.

  Furthermore, the thirteen Taibao horizontal swordsmanship he practiced was originally a "killing technique" used by great generals in ancient times to slaughter people on the battlefield. Every move and style is condensed from countless life-and-death situations, with each stroke aimed at taking lives.

  As a result, the two combined, and when Wang Chan was 17 or 18 years old, there was a period of time when he would sit or walk. Every move was like a tiger crossing a river, with evil spirits surrounding his body, and he often couldn't control his own mind. He would get angry at the slightest movement, and if it weren't for the fact that his Guan Di temple was built in the deep mountains and old forests of Tiger Head Ridge, where few people passed by, he might have scared a few timid people to death just by talking to them.

  Based on this, Wang Chan also knew that his fist method was not yet pure, so he often couldn't keep his mind pure and his thoughts clear. Later, he completely stopped sleeping and instead meditated in front of the Guan Gong statue to cultivate his mental state. Every time he went down the mountain, he reminded himself not to be violent, to gather his energy, and was afraid that the sharp light in his eyes would scare people, so he forced himself to narrow his eyes when speaking with others.

  Now his boxing skills have reached a high level, and he has become a master of the art. His mind is pure and free from distractions, with no worries or concerns. However, Wang Chan still can't get rid of the habit of narrowing his eyes whenever he gets angry.

  Lord Guan doesn't open his eyes, when he opens them, he kills people!! From this point of view, Wang Chan is the same.

  "What's the point of this? If you can't keep it anyway, and it'll eventually be given to someone else, what difference does it make if I get it now or later? At least if you gave it to me earlier, we wouldn't have had all this trouble."

  Lin Yuanfang let out a soft sigh and whispered to Wang Chan, "Actually, I just admired your martial arts skills in private. I wanted to ask Old Gao and Tang Niu to go with me to Qingniao to ask for your guidance. I didn't have any ulterior motives. Who would have thought that you're so young, yet your kung fu is divine? You don't even spare your hands when fighting, it's truly a cry of despair!"

  "Heh heh!" Wang Chan suddenly let out two sinister laughs.

  "Don't forget where we are, Master Wang. You mustn't be impulsive. After the last encounter, I don't dare to get close to you again." Lin Yuanfang heard Wang Chan's laughter and suddenly felt a chill down his spine, his heart racing with anxiety. He quickly retreated two steps back, standing between Hong Changqing and Shao Nanhua, and lightly waved his hand. "Master Wang, this time it's not me who came looking for you. I'm just a mediator. The ones looking for you are these two, both of whom are important figures in the Hung Men society. And Master Wang, you must already know that behind the Tang Niubang you killed, what kind of person was backing him? This matter will eventually have to be settled. As for how it's settled, that's for you two to discuss slowly among yourselves. I'm not suitable to intervene."

  The last time Wang Chan and Lei Ting had dinner, they ran into Lin Yuan Shan who came to pester them. At that moment, Wang Chan had an impulse to kill Lin Yuan Shan on the spot, but was stopped by Lei Ting. However, from then on, Lin Yuan Shan remembered it clearly, and later saw Gui Chan in the second floor of the building... As a result, how could he not know this person's temperament!

  Logically, people living in this world will have all sorts of attachments and ties, but Wang Chan is absolutely different from others. He is alone, with no relatives or friends, and has spent his whole life practicing boxing. After leaving the mountains, he has no scruples about how he handles things, and human relationships and worldly conventions cannot bind him. If he really wants to kill someone, he definitely won't care about the occasion.

  Lin Yuanfang also hated Wang Chan to death in his heart. However, the power of Lei Feng's side had already intervened, and after both sides reached a certain balance and compromise, he no longer had an excuse to mobilize his own strength to kill Wang Chan for the time being. Otherwise, it would be a case of "pulling one hair and moving the whole body". With the change of office imminent, he was also unwilling to lose big because of Wang Chan alone and engage in an all-out confrontation with the Lei family.

  Especially for someone like him, born into a noble family, everything he comes into contact with is extraordinary. He naturally knows that if he were to offend a master of the fist like Wang Chan, and couldn't completely eliminate him, the revenge would be terrifying.

  Lin Yuanfang was unwilling. For a very long time, he had been living under someone else's shadow.

  So this time he really just acted as an intermediary to introduce Wang Chan and Hong Changqing.

  Apart from this, he doesn't care about anything else.

  "Huh?" Wang Chan felt slightly surprised, suddenly realizing he had underestimated Lin Yuanfang earlier. As a member of the aristocracy, Lin was well-versed in the art of self-preservation and had skillfully deflected attention from himself with just a few words: "I'm the one who killed him, go ahead and use whatever tricks you have, I'll take them all on."

  "It's simple, as the saying goes, 'a life for a life, a debt repaid with money', you killed Tang Niu. You have to pay with your life! Don't think that just because you've climbed onto the coattails of the Lei family, you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you the truth, in the 300 years since our Hongmen was established, no one who has been targeted for death has ever escaped!!" This time it was Hong Changqing, standing beside Lin Yuanfang, who spoke up.

  Tang Niu's death had a great impact on him. Nowadays, the Danfeng Mountain Hongmen General Hall is in chaos, and several big bosses who have not come out of the mountain for many years have all been invited out by Tang Niu's grandfather, Tang Jie. Although Hong Changqing also has some status in the General Hall, he relies on his backer, Tang Jie, who is a veteran of several generations. His position in the gang is crucial.

  He had to deal with this matter, and soon the boss of Red Sleeve Forest would be replaced. Therefore, Hong Changqing's hatred for Wang Chan was even stronger than Lin Yuanshan's.

  Unfortunately, domestically it can't compare to abroad. The Tan Siu Lin Triad has also started to get involved in politics over the past few decades, whitewashing itself from multiple angles, and some of its more intense methods have slowly gone underground, rarely daring to speak openly on the surface anymore. Moreover, mainland China has always strictly managed and cracked down on organizations like gangs. Otherwise, if it were another country, there would be no need for such trouble; they could just call in a batch of hitmen and take out Wang Chan with a few shots.

  No matter how high your martial arts skills are, can you still be unafraid of bullets?

  “Want my life?” Wang Chan chuckled twice, his eyes narrowing into a straight line: “Fine, just take it if you can carry it off. Our family has been practicing martial arts for so many years, and I've always thought about having a fierce battle with someone to the death. What I'm afraid of is not knowing how I'll die! As for what happened with Lei's family, let alone that I never held her in my arms, even if I did, would you people from the Hung Gate just give up according to your rules?”

  "Give up? Of course not! If it weren't for Lei Feng propping you up, believe me, killing you would be as easy as killing a chicken. Your kung fu may be high, but what can you do in this day and age? Honestly, from now on, you won't live past three days!" When Hong Changqing heard Wang Chan say this, he was taken aback at first, but immediately his face changed color, his muscles twisted, and his face became ferocious.

  Haha, haha!

  Wang Chan glanced at Hong Changqing lightly, suddenly burst out laughing, "You want to kill me and I won't last three days, but do you believe it or not, I can make you not even last tonight!"

  In the midst of Wang Chan's laughter, his voice suddenly turned sharp, and Lin Yuan's expression changed abruptly. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in his heart, thinking that this time it was just three people coming together, with Shao Nanhua, a highly skilled martial artist, accompanying them, and this dinner party was specially held by Old Man Zhang for Zhou Lin, as Zhou Lin's friend, Wang Chan should have been more restrained.

  Who would have thought that after just a few words, Hong Changqing and the other party didn't see eye to eye, causing Wang Chanli to become angry. He raised his eyes and took a glance, only to see a cold glint flashing in Wang Chan's eyebrows. The words were as sharp as a knife edge, cutting to the bone. Although his facial expression hadn't changed much, when combined with the meaning behind his words, it made him feel like shouting "This is not good!"

  Just as he was about to speak up to remind Hong Changqing, he only saw Wang Chan's voice fall to the ground. A hand flashed from below and actually grabbed directly at Hong Changqing.

  "Brother, let's talk it out properly, why get angry!" Amidst the chaos, Shao Nanhua, who had been standing quietly on the side all along, suddenly took a step forward in a timely manner. The hand hidden in his sleeve stretched out and intercepted Wang Chan's grab just in time.

  It was as if two old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time were shaking hands, their palms touching like they were having a conversation. But the moment their palms met, there was a loud "bang" sound. The people around them, Lei Tong, Zhou Lin, and Zhou Yahang, felt a strong gust of wind blow by, brushing against their faces, as if it had been sliced by a knife.

  Then, where Wang Chan and Shao Nan-hua were standing, a dull rumbling sound began to emanate, and the carpet under their feet suddenly shattered. The three-inch-thick floorboards seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure above, emitting cracking sounds one after another.

  It turned out that two people, taking advantage of the moment when their palms touched, began to compare their "kung fu" skills. With great force applied underfoot, the carpet and floorboards could not withstand the impact and were destroyed in an instant.

  Fortunately, Wang Chan was not fond of noisy places and after going upstairs, he deliberately hid in a corner that didn't draw attention to himself, keeping a distance from others. Moreover, at this time, it seemed like some heavyweight figure had arrived downstairs, and the people who were previously lingering on the upper floor all went down as well. As a result, not many people noticed anything unusual about them.

  "Good kung fu, no wonder Tang Niu was killed by you!" Within three breaths, the sound of cracking and popping began to emanate from between Shao Nan Hua's palms, clearly a result of the immense pressure his hands were under, exceeding what he could withstand. Before he could finish speaking, beads of sweat the size of beans began to seep out of his pores.

  "You're not bad either, but you're still not my match." Just as he had just made contact with Shao Nan Hua, Wang Chan felt a slight heat in his palm and knew that the opponent was also a master who had practiced internal energy. Being able to transmit power through objects, cleverly striking at short range, it was clear that this Shao Nan Hua was also a person whose fist skills and martial arts had reached a first-class level. No wonder he could open dozens of martial arts schools in the United States.

  If we only talk about this internal family skill, it's no different from the one that killed Tang Niu, and its power is even more rounded and flexible.

  Tang's Bagua Palm Knife is a type of sword technique that excels at cutting and slashing, like a sharp blade slicing through flesh, guaranteed to inflict injury. However, it is also exposed and cannot be sustained for long. On the other hand, Shao Nanhua's internal true energy is like a venomous snake emerging from its lair, biting its opponent with its open mouth, coiling its body to await the enemy, able to advance or retreat at will. Clearly, his control over his inner energy has already reached the level of being able to release and withdraw it at will.

  Alas, Wang Chan has now achieved great success in his internal strength and fist techniques. His skills have reached a state of perfection. Not to mention that his inner strength far surpasses Sha Nan Hua's, even if we only consider physical strength, Sha Nan Hua is still far inferior. As soon as he spoke, his palm trembled and a powerful force burst out, causing Sha Nan Hua to suffer a significant loss on the spot.

  The whole person stood unsteadily, stumbling backward three steps in a row, his face burning red like fire, the sweat on his forehead dripping down and turning into white steam, just like a steaming hot pot on a cold winter's day.

  When he barely stood firm, strongly endured the severe pain in his hand, and made a great effort to clench his fist twice, then raised his head to leave, but only saw Wang Chan at this time, with one big hand already firmly grasping one of Hong Changqing's arms.

  He was caught off guard, and before he could react, Wang Chan's hand shot out like a hook, grabbing his arm. The next thing he knew, his wrist was twisted in an iron-like grip, and with a faint cracking sound, his forearm snapped in two. Despite being no match for Wang Chan in terms of martial arts skills, Hong Changqing had spent years fighting on the streets, and his body was tough enough to withstand the pain. He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, but his foot moved swiftly, and with his other hand, he suddenly produced a short knife from nowhere and stabbed it into Wang Chan's abdomen.

  Shao Nanhua saw it clearly and secretly thought "it's over". Even a master like Wang Chan, who had practiced his fist for decades, was no match. Hong Changqing fell into someone else's hands, which was equivalent to handing over his life. If he wanted to resist, he would lose his life at any time.

  As expected, he was not yet finished here. Wang Chan let out a cold snort and grabbed the other arm of Hong Changqing's knife-wielding hand. With a twist of his palm, there was another cracking sound, and now both of Hong Changqing's arms were broken.

  "Wang Chan, what are you doing? Don't kill him here!" Lei Feng watched from the side, his eyebrows jumping up and down uncontrollably. He had long known that Wang Chan was ruthless and merciless, never showing any quarter when he struck. He himself had once suffered greatly at Wang Chan's hands, but now, seeing Wang Chan again so recklessly twist and break Hong Changqing's two arms, his heart still felt a chill.

  This man is definitely a madman. Worldly etiquette and laws cannot bind him, nor can they restrain him. Whatever he wants to do, he will do as he pleases.

  People like this are simply too terrifying!!!!

  "Just kidding! I, Wang Chan, am not a reckless person, but this friend's words are quite pressing, and some families also have to make some statements." A cold light flashed across Wang Chan's eyes as he glanced at Lei Feng beside him, and then saw Zhou Lin and Zhou Yahuan with pale faces. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and just as one foot was about to take off, it lightly touched the ground, instantly dissolving most of its strength and pulling back.

  Tonight's dinner party is crucial for Zhou Lin, and Wang Chan doesn't want to ruin his future because of himself. So he forcibly suppressed the urge to kill, not making a move, but at this time, while speaking, one hand was always pressed on Hong Changqing's shoulder, and the gaze towards Shao Nanhua was even more filled with warning.

  Thank you all for your support, Lao Lu bows to you!!!