Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 80 Turbulent Times Begin in the County (5000 words)
After the man's men left the room and went downstairs, Zhao Rui loosened his collar.

He asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

The man had a round, flat face, and although he wasn't tall, he was quite stout. He had very short, choppy hair and a thick gold chain around his neck. He looked like a thug who had always been arrogant and domineering.

“Ge Dazhuang! Everyone in the underworld calls me Master Zhuang. No, no, you are the master. Just call me Xiao Zhuang.”

Ge Dazhuang smiled obsequiously, showing no sign of being an elder brother.

"Do you have a grudge against us?"

Zhao Rui frowned and asked.

Upon hearing his question, Ge Dazhuang looked at Zhao Rui with a conflicted expression.

"If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go!"

Zhao Rui said coldly.

"Hey sir, you should know better than me who you've messed with! I'm just someone who does things for money."

Ge Dazhuang remained silent.

"Just say it!"

Seeing that he was being cunning, Zhao Rui kicked him in a sensitive spot.

Ge Dazhuang immediately started scratching his ears and cheeks, rolling and rubbing himself on the ground.

Before long, his face and body were covered with many scarlet scratches.

"Sir, I'll talk, I'll talk."

Zhao Rui pointed a finger into the air, activating his pressure point. He exhaled a breath of stale air, his face twitching.
Said:

"It's Master Hou from the county. Didn't you beat his grandson? I was just doing this for money. Please be magnanimous and let me go."

"Where is this Fifth Master now? What did he ask you to do?"

"that……"

Zhao Rui gave him no chance to hesitate. He reached out and touched him, and a surge of icy cold energy rushed into his body.

Ge Dazhuang felt a chilling sensation, like steel needles, coursing through his meridians, causing him to grimace and howl in agony.

"Master, Master, I'll talk."

Ge Dazhuang was truly impressed. This kid looked young, but he was ruthless. If you said something that didn't suit him, he would do something vicious.

You're not the one who's suffering emotionally!

"Fifth Master is at Juxian Pavilion. Your father went to apologize, but Fifth Master doesn't intend to let it go so easily. He wants me to bring some men to beat you up. No, no, how could I dare to beat you up!..."

"Is that Fifth Master a martial arts master? Are there any other powerful figures among them?"

"Well, I don't know, but I definitely can't beat you."

Ge Dazhuang said with an embarrassed smile.

"Really? If I can't beat you, are you going to stomp on my feet a couple of times?"

Zhao Rui sneered.

Ge Dazhuang forced an awkward smile and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Absolutely not, absolutely not."

Before he could even finish uttering the word "意" (yi), Zhao Rui had already reached out and grabbed his chin, stuffing something into his mouth.

The moves are exactly the same as those on the train.

It's easy to use, after all!
Ge Dazhuang's eyes widened, and he trembled as if he were constipated, asking, "Master, Master, what did you eat with me?"

"I'm afraid that if I can't win, you'll step on my feet."

"..."

Ge Dazhuang had already cursed Zhao Rui's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

But he could only force a smile, suppressing his urge to vomit, and repeatedly said that he had never had such a thought.

Zhao Rui doesn't care whether he has any thoughts or not.

Just obey for now.

"Third Aunt, I'm going out for a bit. Take good care of yourself!"

After Zhao Rui finished speaking, he kicked Ge Dazhuang and led him out the door.

……

In Yishui County, there is a restaurant called Juxiange on a bustling street. It is not large, but there is never a shortage of customers coming to eat.

It's not because the food here is particularly delicious or the service is exceptionally attentive, but because this is the residence of Master Hou, the fifth master of the county town.

People from the underworld feel very prestigious when they come here to eat.

At this moment, in a large private room of Juxian Pavilion, Master Hou sat upright in a solid wood armchair, sipping a cherry.

A beautiful young woman with bright eyes and white teeth was diligently massaging his thighs.

The warmth of the girl's palm gently caressed Fifth Master's body, soothing his aging soul.

Fifth Master is a man who loves nature.

In the summer, there were always young girls around Fifth Master, holding large palm-leaf fans and standing beside him to fan him and cool him down.

Although air conditioning is very common nowadays, Fifth Master doesn't like that cold feeling.

I love the natural cool breeze from this large palm-leaf fan, carrying the fragrance of a young girl, which is especially refreshing.

Fifth Master is a man of refined tastes!
"puff!"

Fifth Master spat the cherry pit from his mouth into the tray beside him and reached out to pinch the softest part of the girl's body next to him.

The girl blushed and lowered her head shyly.

"Fifth Master is really enjoying himself!"

There were five other people in the private room, sitting on either side of Fifth Master. One of them, a middle-aged man with glasses and a refined demeanor, spoke loudly with a laugh.

"When you get old, why not enjoy life!"

Fifth Master's round, old face was shiny and smooth, showing no signs of age.

"Yes, when it's time to enjoy life, you should enjoy life. Fifth Master is right."

On the left, a scarred man poked his teeth with a toothpick and said in a nonchalant tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

"Fifth Master, Zhao Jinze is here!"

One of his men strode in and spoke up.

"Oh, he came by himself?"

"No, I came with Peng Laohu from the Martial Arts Association and Boss Zhang from Hengsheng Real Estate."

"Peng the Tiger? Zhang the Cripple? It seems Zhao Jinze has put a lot of thought into this."

Fifth Master said coldly, "Let them in."

Upon hearing this, his subordinate quickly turned and left the private room.

A moment later, the door to the private room was opened again, and the subordinate who had left earlier walked in with three middle-aged men.

The person in the lead was Zhao Rui's third uncle, Zhao Jinze.

"Greetings, Fifth Master; greetings, everyone..."

Zhao Jinze clasped his hands in greeting and said hello to everyone.

"Hey, Zeng Laoliu, Principal Zhao... There are no outsiders here, Fifth Master, why make such a big fuss?"

The lame man beside Zhao Jinze smiled and surveyed the crowd before speaking.

“Zhang the Cripple, if you’re going to be a peacemaker, then be a peacemaker properly. You haven’t even figured out the situation, yet you’re already jumping in.”

Scarface looked coldly at Zhang the Cripple who had spoken.

"Look at what you're saying, it's just kids playing around..."

Zhang the Cripple continued speaking with a smile.

"Playing around? Fifth Grandfather's dantian was almost destroyed by his son."

"Scarface said in a cold voice."

Upon hearing this, Zhang the Cripple's expression changed slightly; this was no small matter.

However, since we've come to act as peacemakers, we certainly can't back down now.

He immediately laughed and said, "The deed has already been done. Fifth Master, you are a magnanimous man. Please give Jinze a chance to apologize."

The man with round eyes and a wide nose who had come along also said, "It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Fifth Master, you are magnanimous, please bear with us."

Hearing their words, Fifth Master narrowed his eyes slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then said quietly, "I will certainly give you both face."

"However, your son also needs to be beaten up by my grandson before we can sit down and talk. That's not unreasonable, is it?"

"This! Fifth Master, my son has a competition after the New Year, which is related to his college entrance exam..."

Zhao Jinze's face stiffened, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say it.

"Look, gentlemen, it's not that I'm disrespecting you, but his son beat up my grandson, so I'm letting my grandson beat him up back. Is that too much to ask?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang the Cripple and his companion were left speechless, unable to say anything more for the time being.

Clearly, Fifth Master had no intention of letting this matter go easily. It makes sense, considering his precious grandson was beaten so badly that his dantian was almost destroyed. Who would let that go so easily?
"Fifth Master, apart from this matter, please feel free to name any other conditions. I will give you an answer even if I have to sell everything I own."

Feeling depressed, Zhao Jinze had no choice but to lower his head, clasp his hands in greeting, and say...

"Sell everything you own? My Fifth Master is short of money? You surnamed Zhao, I'm only telling you all this out of respect for the Martial Arts Association. Don't push your luck."

Fifth Master stood up, almost knocking the delicate young girl beside him to the ground.

"Your son hit my grandson. This isn't something that can be resolved with just an apology and some explanation. If I don't fight back, does that mean any Tom, Dick, or Harry can beat up my grandson?"

Fifth Master walked over from beside the armchair, staring fiercely at Zhao Jinze, like a ferocious tiger ready to devour its prey.

Zhao Jinze's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and he was filled with remorse. He had spoiled and pampered his son too much in the past, which made him think he was talented and arrogant.

This has led to the great disaster we face today.

Just then, the hall door was suddenly pushed open forcefully from the outside.

A middle-aged man who looked remarkably like Fifth Master strode over with bloodshot eyes and kicked Zhao Jinze.

Zhao Jinze endured the blow and took the kick.

"You, surnamed Zhao, you've got some nerve! Fine, perfect. I've already sent men to your house. I want to see how long that little beast can hide!"

Everyone present was stunned when the middle-aged man said this.

Zhao Jinze exclaimed in shock and anger, "Song Maowen, what are you trying to do?"

"What?"

Song Maowen sneered and kicked again.

This time, Zhao Jinze didn't try to take the hit head-on, but instead dodged it.

Enraged, Song Maowen struck out with his palm, and the two instantly began fighting. The scene descended into chaos.

"Somebody come!"

Fifth Master's face darkened, and he shouted outside. Instantly, two men dressed as martial artists walked in.

"Catch him!"

Since things have come to this, we can only take down Zhao Jinze first. Who knows what kind of drastic measures our son might take when he sends people to arrest the other man's wife?

If Zhao Jinze gets away, he will definitely be a disaster.

"Fifth Master, Fifth Master, why do this!"

The two peacemakers who came with Zhao Jinze quickly stepped forward and tried to persuade Fifth Master.

"Gentlemen, this matter is not of much concern to you, and I am not an unreasonable person. But this matter will not be easily resolved."

After Fifth Master finished speaking, he coldly looked at the people fighting in the arena, clearly indicating that he would not be done until Zhao Jinze was captured.

"Ugh!"

Zhang the Cripple and his companion both sighed, but said nothing more.

Zhao Jinze is a veteran level seven martial arts practitioner and a director of the martial arts association. He has practiced martial arts for many years, so his skills are naturally extraordinary.

However, the two people who came up from Fifth Master's side were his most capable assistants, both of whom were level eight experts.

With their combined efforts, the two subdued Zhao Jinze in just a few rounds.

Seeing that Zhao Jinze was restrained, Song Maowen sneered and punched him in the cheek, causing his nose to bleed and his cheek to swell.

"Who do you think you are, hitting my son? Wait until I catch your wife and son, and see how I deal with you."

Song Maowen spoke harshly, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"If you dare touch them, I won't let you off!"

Zhao Jinze roared.

"That's enough! Take him out first... I apologize for the embarrassing situation."

After speaking coldly, Fifth Master looked at the others present and said with a smile.

"Fifth Master, there's a reason for this!"

Scarface chuckled and chimed in.

Just then, someone came to report from outside the door, this time looking for Song Maowen.

"President Song, Ge Dazhuang is back!"

"They're back? Did you catch them? Tell them to come over right now!"

"It seems he only brought one young man. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old."

His subordinate pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Seventeen or eighteen years old?"

Song Maowen was overjoyed; he had finally caught the real culprit.

Zhao Jinze, whose mouth and nose were swollen, had eyes that looked like they were about to burst, and he struggled to get up.

"Let my son go!"

"If you have a problem, come at me!"

Unfortunately, his body was held down firmly by the two people around him, and he couldn't move at all.

"Bring people in."

Song Maowen was overjoyed and hurriedly instructed his men to bring the person over quickly.

Scarface and the others in the arena exchanged glances and shook their heads.

Now that they've been captured, the matter is entirely in the hands of Fifth Master's family.

That old man talks a big game, but behind the scenes he sends people to arrest the other party's family members. He's a treacherous bastard.

Everyone secretly kept this in mind, knowing that if they ever had a conflict with him in the future, they would have to strike first.

A moment later, Ge Dazhuang, looking constipated, walked in with a young man.

"Fifth Master, President Song..."

Ge Dazhuang scratched his head, but before he could finish speaking, Song Maowen cursed, "You worthless bastard, I told you to arrest him, not to invite him here."

Looking at the neatly dressed, composed young man in front of him who bore a resemblance to Zhao Jinze, Song Maowen was furious.

She leaped forward and slapped him across the face.

"President Song! No!"

Ge Dazhuang was startled and quickly tried to stop him.

However, Song Maowen moved too fast and had already struck the opponent with a palm.

Ge Dazhuang's face fell, and he quickly closed his eyes.

"Snapped!"

Song Maowen's wrist was gripped by a fair and delicate hand.

Then his whole body bent like a shrimp and flew backward.

He crashed down next to the armchair with a thud.

At this moment, everyone's gaze became serious.

This doesn't look like someone who was captured.

Fifth Master narrowed his eyes slightly, his Buddhist prayer beads spinning rapidly in his hand.

"Fifth Master, President Song, this young hero is Director Zhao's nephew."

Ge Dazhuang quickly revealed Zhao Rui's identity to avoid being accused of concealing something later.

As he was speaking, Scarface quietly moved his feet toward the door.

As soon as she reached the door, she was met with Zhao Rui's ambiguous smile.

He immediately chuckled awkwardly, "Young hero, we meet again!"

The one referred to as the young hero is naturally Zhao Rui.

He never expected to run into an "acquaintance" here.

Hearing Scarface speak so politely, he nodded and said, "Hello!"

The word "hello" delighted Scarface, who stopped walking and obediently stood behind him.

In just a few breaths, everyone in the room looked at each other in bewilderment.

"nephew?"

"Someone who could scare Scarface so much that he ran away?"

Fifth Master looked at Zhao Rui with a mixture of emotions, and at the scarred man behind him who was winking at him.

Everyone knew that this young man was no ordinary person.

But he hasn't made a decision yet.

The son, Song Maowen, roared and charged forward, shouting, "Call everyone over here! I'm going to kill him!"

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of energy shot through the air and struck him directly, splattering blood.

Meanwhile, the men guarding the door had already swarmed in.

Zhao Rui moved with ghostly speed, quickly knocking the henchmen to the ground, where they screamed in agony.

At the same time, he didn't stop and went straight to the two people who were holding Zhao Jinze captive.

He reached out and grabbed at the two of them.

The two men dared not be careless, releasing their grip on Zhao Jinze's hand and simultaneously raising their palms to meet him.

Zhao Rui changed his palm to his fingers and suddenly used the Taiyi Splitting Light Sword Technique. With the flickering of his fingers and sword, he attacked his opponent's entire body.

The two quickly dodged to the side, intending to use their leg techniques to counter his sword moves, but their bodies suddenly froze, and their internal energy seemed to become uncontrollable and agitated.

They watched helplessly as the opponent's sword-like fingers struck their vital points several times.

"Such speed! Such strength!"

Fifth Master's pupils dilated slightly, and with a gloomy expression, he walked up to his groaning son and slapped him hard across the face.

"You wretched child, it's all because your father has spoiled you!"

After finishing fanning himself, he looked at Zhao Rui with a warm smile and said, "My name is Song Weihuai. I think there might be some misunderstanding between us. Why don't we sit down and talk?"

Zhao Rui released the pressure points that had been sealed on Zhao Jinze and asked with concern, "Third Uncle, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Jinze exhaled a breath of stale air, still shaken, and looked at his nephew Zhao Rui with surprise.

"Let's finish this first!"

Zhao Rui smiled, turned to the side, and looked at Fifth Master.

Fifth Master's facial muscles twitched as he forced a smile, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Director Zhao, you draw the line on this matter!"

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. He never expected that Zhao Jinze would have such a capable nephew.

The two level-eight martial artists he had hired were no ordinary fighters, yet he subdued them in just a few moves.

The thought that Zhao Jinze had a gifted son made him break out in a cold sweat.

She couldn't help but feel resentment towards her son's recklessness.

Although his original intention was to seek revenge, he did not intend to make it a fight to the death or a complete falling out.

As a result of his son's outburst, things have turned out this way.

This matter is unlikely to be resolved amicably.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to Zhang the Cripple and his companion beside him.

These two were peacemakers then, and they still are now.

How could Zhang the Cripple and his companion not notice Fifth Master's gaze?

They're all just trying to make a living in the same county; it's hard to say when the edge of the pot will bump into the spoon.

But the two of them were speechless at this moment, after all, when Zhao Jinze was captured just now.

Although the two of them tried to stop it, it was a temporary compromise, and they stood by and did nothing.

While everyone was filled with mixed feelings and trepidation.

Zhao Jinze sighed and said, "In the end, this whole thing was caused by my unfilial son. But then again, if it weren't for my nephew here today, how would Fifth Master have dealt with our family?"

Upon hearing this, Fifth Master tensed up, but after a moment, he smiled calmly.

"Just bury it, and that will settle everything!"

(End of this chapter)