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Chapter 103 Refining Qi, Dragon Force

'I was really clever just now, I came up with such a great idea on a whim.' Chen Wujun walked along the Xiangbu Road with his hands in his pockets, surrounded by all sorts of decadent KTVs and bars.

"It doesn't matter if that guy didn't do as I said; it's so dark, he couldn't see my face anyway."

'If he does as I say... then he'll only be able to listen to me from now on...'

Chen Wujun smiled and circled back to where he started. Fa Zai and Li Wei were sitting in the car smoking and waiting for him.

"Brother Jun!"

"Let's go!" Chen Wujun said after getting into the car.

Seeing that Chen Wujun was in such a good mood, the two knew that Jixiang, that good-for-nothing, was doomed.

Back at the hospital, Chen Wujun asked, "Did anyone come by just now?"

"The doctor just made his rounds and left without letting us in."

Chen Wujun changed back into his hospital gown and signaled to Xiangzai and Aqi that they could leave.

After lying in bed for a while, Chen Wujun couldn't resist jumping off the bed and practicing his fist techniques around the gaps beside the bed, just the simplest single palm change.

Chen Wujun, however, felt an unparalleled clarity in his mind.

All those distracting thoughts from the past have vanished.

As Chen Wujun practiced his boxing in his room, he recalled how he had plotted to kill Harry, and then recalled how he had just killed Jixiang, especially the moment he killed the two of them. He felt increasingly exhilarated.

As the sound of wind occasionally echoed in the room, Chen Wujun gradually focused his entire being, and his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

After a single palm strike, it becomes a double palm strike. Each palm strike makes a "smack" sound in the air, as if it were hitting an object.

Gradually, Chen Wujun stopped recalling the moment he killed the two men.

My mind was completely clear, free of any distractions. Countless tiny currents in my brain converged, like a bolt of lightning striking from head to toe, making every hair on my body stand on end.

His muscles swelled up as if stimulated, and his spine rippled with each contraction of muscle waves, transmitting power layer by layer, just like the opening and closing of dragon scales.

Then he unleashed a palm strike that concentrated all his mental energy.

boom!
He slammed the entire hospital bed against the wall with a single palm strike, shattering all the parts and springs, and twisting the bed frame like a pretzel.

This loud noise woke up countless people.

The henchmen outside rushed in: "Brother Jun!"

Chen Wujun stood there, his back muscles twisting and turning like pythons, with tiny muscles rising and falling as if the pythons had burst open their scales.

The muscles on Chen Wujun's back made the henchman's eyes widen in disbelief; they were almost inhuman.

"It's okay! Let the nurse come and change the bed. This bed suddenly exploded." Chen Wujun spread his arms and felt the muscles in his back twisting.

His mouth stretched almost to his ears.

I have finally reached the stage of Qi Refining.

Moreover, the countless tiny bio-currents in his body had just been twisted together, stimulating the muscles in his back, and he suddenly understood the Dragon Force that he had never been able to master.

Dragon Strength requires precise control of each muscle layer to push and transmit power, demanding extremely high levels of body control. He even suspected that only by refining Qi could one cultivate Dragon Strength.

The Dragon Force generates at least 30% more power than the original Spinal Blast.

A moment later, the nurse also rushed over.

"What's wrong with your hospital? The bed suddenly exploded! Luckily, Brother Jun is alright!" The henchman turned the tables and accused the hospital of wrongdoing.

"This bed exploded?" The nurse looked at the bed, which was twisted into a pretzel, and the cracks in the wall, and couldn't believe that the problem was with the bed.

However, seeing Chen Wujun's muscular physique, which resembled a coiled python, the nurse wisely remained silent.

"Have Ah Fei bring two thousand dollars tomorrow to thank them for their help!" Chen Wujun turned his head and instructed his henchman.

He recently realized that even an ordinary person has things that surpass those of others.

For example, the nurse who did his makeup.

Especially in a place like a hospital, he needs someone to keep his secret.

After working for more than half an hour, he changed the bed in his room.

He really wanted to find a place to practice martial arts right now, but he held back and just lay in bed slowly exploring how to control the bioelectric current in his body to stimulate his muscles and internal organs.

……

"Jixiang is dead?" Upon hearing this news, Master Xin's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his gaze as piercing as a blade.

"It's said that 10 kilograms of 'Number Four' were found in Jixiang's car... He ran into an alley and was caught by the police, his body riddled with bullets..." Fei Nan's fat face showed a hint of caution:

"Master Xin, something's strange about this. I've never heard of Jixiang touching this thing... and he ran away, how could he have been caught?"

"Using 1000 million to frame him, what a grand gesture." Master Xin sneered, a fierce glint in his eyes.

He was certain that Shark Nine was the one who did it.

But Shark Nine did it, yet he couldn't say anything.

He's become a big shot now; if he wants to use this as leverage, he needs to obtain evidence.

Otherwise, not only would Shark Nine be dissatisfied, but Elephant and Guan Laosan would also be dissatisfied.

The company's morale collapsed.

But ignoring it won't work either... Shark Nine is getting more and more outrageous.

Xinye's eyes flickered for a moment, then he waved to signal that Fei Nan could leave.

After Fei Nan left, Xinye got up and paced around the room.

Shark Nine is full of treachery; I should find a way to get rid of her.

I also have to remove myself from the picture.

As for Shark Nine's mysterious master, Zhou Qing... Master Xin isn't too worried.

He had never been able to ascertain Zhou Qing's identity and strength, which made him very wary.

However, Zhou Qing seems to only teach kung fu and doesn't care about anything else.

Several of his disciples were killed, but he never took any action to avenge them.

For example, Guan Hong back then... It was Xin Ye who was testing Zhou Qing, giving him a push from behind and setting a trap. Guan Hong was beaten to death, and his body couldn't even be pieced back together.

Even so, Zhou Qing did not react at all.

……

"Ah Jun, I just got some news, Ji Xiang is dead," Ah Hao said over the phone, his voice tinged with schadenfreude.

Jixiang climbed up to Xinye, which, although not exactly a case of switching allegiances, was still a betrayal of trust.

This made him and Cunbao very dissatisfied.

Therefore, upon learning of Jixiang's death, he immediately called Chen Wujun.

"That bastard is finally dead!" Chen Wujun sat cross-legged on the hospital bed and laughed heartily, with a newspaper in front of him.

Police crack drug trafficking case; officers make heroic arrests!

"Tell me how you died so I can have a good laugh."

"It's said he was shot to death by an ordinary policeman."

"I knew that guy was weak, but I didn't expect him to be this weak... Serves him right, you idiot. When I get discharged from the hospital, we'll have a proper celebration! It'll be my treat!" Chen Wujun said with a grin.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Wujun picked up the newspaper again and read it once more.

Senior Constable Hahn bravely apprehended the fugitive and ultimately killed him.

Chen Wujun guessed that Hahn had managed to smooth things over.

He felt more and more that having such a person in the police station was very useful.

I sent a text message to Snake Girl, asking her to help me find out which hospital Hahn was in.

Snake Girl quickly replied to the text message: Do you think I'm some kind of mobile phone reader?

Chen Wujun tossed the phone aside. He didn't have many people, and he couldn't find Hahn's location even if he wanted to.

If Snake Maiden doesn't help with the investigation, then we'll send the money to Hahn after he's discharged from the hospital.

Anyway, ever since he reported to his superiors that he had killed Jixiang, there was no turning back.

However, the newspaper did not mention that the suspect was a new martial arts practitioner. Chen Wujun thought about it carefully and realized that he had not seen many reports about martial arts practitioners in newspapers and on television before, and did not even know how strong martial arts practitioners were.

Although new martial arts practitioners do exist, many people know that.

However, the authorities deliberately avoided reporting on it to reduce the impact of the new technology.

Otherwise, the number of students in those new martial arts schools could have increased several times over.

In the afternoon, Chen Wujun received a text message on his phone.

Queen Elizabeth Hospital, 712, there are military uniforms at the entrance.

"Snake Girl is indeed a little smarty-cat."

Chen Wujun called Afei: "Withdraw 20 from the account, find a locker at the hospital to put it in, and then find a way to give the key to room 712 at Queen Elizabeth Hospital and deliver it to that police hero, Officer Hahn."

"You two don't need to show yourselves. There are uniformed guards at the entrance. Just find a nurse to take you in."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Wujun had only one thought: to spend money like water.

This hospital stay cost him over 20 yuan.

His server room can only earn 20 yuan a month.

Chen Wujun felt that he was making money too slowly.

No man can get rich without windfall gains, and no horse can get fat without night grass. If this continues, when will he ever get rich and when will he be able to buy a house for his family?

……

"Hahn, you've done a great job for the police this time. Your current task is to focus on recovering from your injuries. We can talk about everything else once you're healed."

At this moment, in the ward, Hahn's superior came over in person to praise him.

After all, for a senior police officer to chase down and kill a new martial arts practitioner demonstrates the bravery and fearlessness of federal police officers, and also makes his superiors look good.

After the visitors left, Hahn lay back on the bed, his eyes shifting uncertainly.

He felt somewhat guilty about this matter.

But now that he's done this, he can't very well go back on his word and say that he was coerced into shooting and killing the suspect, can he?

Then he would go from being a police hero to a police clown.

Hahn's mind was in turmoil when another idea popped into his head.

The other party said they would give me 20... Is it true?

He secretly hoped it was a lie, so he could pretend it never happened and that person wouldn't appear in front of him.

He knew in his heart that this money was not so easy to get.

But deep down, there was also a hint of greed for the 20.

It wasn't until evening, when the nurses made their rounds, that they placed a key next to his bed.

"Your friend brought it to you."

"What kind of person?" Hahn saw the key and immediately thought of the man from last night.

"A very tall man."

After the nurse left, Hahn held the key, his expression shifting. It was clearly a locker key.

There are lockers in the hospital lobby.

It wasn't until after 9 p.m. that he finally couldn't resist leaving the room under the pretext of going out for some fresh air and a smoke. After arriving in the lobby on the first floor, he pressed the number on the back of the key to open a locker.

Inside was a black travel bag. Unzipping it revealed stacks of cash inside.

This made Hahn's heart start pounding violently, almost as if it would jump out of his chest.

He quickly zipped up the locker, glanced around instinctively, and then swiftly closed the locker door.

(End of this chapter)