Fanatic!

Chapter 43 The Ambition for Power

"This month's money!" After finishing his meal, Chen Wujun took out 1000 yuan and placed it on the table.

"You've paid back most of the money. I'll save this for you," Chen Hanliang said after glancing at the money, then glared at Chen Wuhong with a look of exasperation.

"You're several years older than the second brother. Look at the second brother, and then look at yourself!"

"I will definitely not gamble again!" Chen Wuhong said confidently.

As for the second son... he had a lot to say, but dared not say it.

Chen Wujun got up and went back to his room to get some things.

"Then I'm going back to the martial arts gym!"

"Second brother, I can't even see you anymore!" Chen Wuqi exclaimed as he sat at the dining table. Just six months ago, his second brother could still watch cartoons with him.

He doesn't see anyone when he goes home on weekends now.

"I've been a bit busy lately! I won't be so busy in a few months," Chen Wujun said with a smile.

Six months ago, he could watch Saint Seiya and Mashin Hero Wataru with his younger brother.

But now his heart is filled with ambition to climb higher, and with longing for power, status, and money.

Arriving at the casino, I discovered that it was already open for business.

Upon entering, I saw seven or eight henchmen and a few others I didn't recognize, but there wasn't a single customer.

"Brother Jun!" the henchmen exclaimed.

This time is different from before; the news has already come back, and Chen Wujun has truly taken power.

Seeing his many henchmen greeting him, Chen Wujun was in a good mood; he liked this kind of scene.

You are the center of everyone's attention, and everyone should respect you.

He enjoyed it.

His ambition for power continued to grow; he wanted more.

"Brother Jun, Sister Shark Nine has sent people to help. The casino has been closed for the past few days, and the gamblers don't even know it's open yet. It will be a few more days before it reopens."

"Brother Jun! Sister Shark Nine asked us to come and help." A few unfamiliar henchmen came over to greet them.

Chen Wujun asked a few questions and learned that they were all officials and accountants, so he told them to get back to work.

"What about curry?" Chen Wujun asked.

“He’s watching over another gambling den,” Ah Fei said.

"You two can keep an eye on these two gambling dens for now. Every month, in addition to the original amount, you'll receive 1.5% of the net profits from the gambling dens. Try to make the places as lively as possible," Chen Wujun instructed.

"Thank you, Brother Jun!" Afei immediately expressed his gratitude.

An ordinary henchman earns 3000 yuan a month, while these small-time leaders who are learning new skills earn 8000 to 12000 yuan a month, plus other extra income for their work.

Those with a magnetic field enhancement of less than 25% are not much stronger than ordinary people; those with a enhancement of more than 25% are at a different level; and those with a enhancement of more than 40% are at another level.

For more than 40% of them, it's not just about getting a salary. Instead, they're like Ah Hao and Cun Bao, leading a group of underlings and handling a portion of the business, so their income sources are more diverse.

Like him and Curry, whose magnetic field enhancement and reconstruction have just exceeded 25%, they can only earn 8000 yuan a month.

These two gambling dens have a net turnover of 1.5%, which is about three or four thousand yuan a month. They can earn an extra 2000 yuan each month.

"Do a good job!" Chen Wujun patted Afei on the shoulder.

He understood before that if you want to be a big shot, you not only have to act like a big shot, but also do what a big shot should do.

Internally, one must know how to distribute benefits.

If you take all the benefits for yourself, no one will follow you.

Chen Wujun then took out another photograph.

"Arrange for two henchmen to wait in a certain place. When they see this person, break his legs."

Afei looked at the photo. The person in the photo was a little older than Chen Wujun, and they looked somewhat alike.

"Brother Jun, this person looks a bit like you. Could he be a relative?"

"Make your move when you see him alone. Don't hit the one that's already broken; hit the other one!" Chen Wujun didn't answer, but continued to instruct.

"Understood, I'll make the arrangements!" Afei nodded.

After giving his instructions, Chen Wujun walked around the gambling den.

Because of his family's gambling addiction, he used to really dislike gambling dens.

But this is my own now... Where don't they gamble? There are over 100 gambling dens in the Walled City. If not this one, there are others. It's not like I let them gamble.

"You stay here and keep an eye on things. There shouldn't be anything else going on lately. Call me if anything happens," Chen Wujun instructed Afei, then went to the gambling den at Yongfa Building on Old Man Street, and returned to his residence after making his rounds.

"The arrangements at the gambling den are all set. I just need to show up occasionally, and I'll get paid every month. Now I need to focus all my energy on preparing for the gambling match four months from now!"

"This place is a bit small..."

Chen Wujun felt that the place was too small and too simple, and he couldn't even move his fists and feet properly.

Maybe I should move to a different place.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Wujun put the matter aside and picked up the book "Cold Steel Combat Techniques".

"This is a military combat technique. I don't know where Sister Shark got it from, but with so many people enlisting and leaving the military every year, it's bound to spread. Maybe some new martial arts schools will even start practicing it..."

Upon opening the book, one sees rows of content in the table of contents:
1. Tactical Philosophy and Victory Conditions

2. The application of magnetic field reconstruction in the body

3. Posture, footwork, and impact-resistant structure

4. Attack Template: Short-Range Burst and Three-Point Destruction
5. Clutching, tackling, and corner defense
……

Chen Wujun's head started to ache as soon as he looked at the table of contents, but he patiently flipped through the pages one by one, and soon he became engrossed in it. "This military combat technique is different from the old techniques. Its sole objective is to 'quickly deprive the opponent of their combat ability.' All the movements are aimed at oppressing, destroying, and controlling the opponent!"

"The movements are short and direct, without any unnecessary stances, striking straight at vital points. It's more direct than Wolf Fist, with fewer variations and almost no defensive moves..."

"They undergo extensive training in impact resistance, especially in the forearm and shoulder, resulting in high bone density. They excel at short-range explosive power and have strong pain resistance..."

"Therefore, when fighting Yu Wei, you must be careful of his forearms and shoulders. Moreover, he has a high pain tolerance, and it is difficult to incapacitate him in non-lethal areas. You must pay attention to this!"

"Efficiency is paramount; life or death is decided within the first three seconds, and the outcome is decided within 15 seconds. This is the basic principle of military combat, with almost no complex variations. Yu Wei, being from a military background, certainly adheres to this concept as well..."

Chen Wujun usually gets sleepy when reading, but this time he found the book very interesting, which gave him a direct understanding of the thinking and combat methods of military combat techniques.

It also includes training content for many new techniques.

The most important thing about the new art is intention. Therefore, the higher the level of the new art, the more firmly one believes in one's intention and the more obsessed one becomes.

Those who are not determined or persistent enough will not be able to reach a high level in new techniques.

Chen Wujun glanced at his watch and realized he had been watching from 8:30 pm to midnight.

He had already read through a third of this book, "Cold Steel Combat Techniques".

"It's so late already..."

"I've missed tonight's training. I need to get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning to practice."

Chen Wujun stuffed the book under his pillow, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

……

Queen Elizabeth Hospital, public mortuary.

"Master Bing!"

Two young men bowed to the person who entered the morgue.

Bingye walked expressionlessly past the corpses on the morgue, lifting the white sheets one by one to examine the wounds.

He then asked a man next to him, "What are your thoughts?"

“He’s a veteran! Every stab is deadly, almost always hitting vital points. This guy really likes to stab people in the neck…” the man next to him said after examining the wound.

"The method is different from last time."

He had seen Ah Hao's body before, and the wounds this time were completely different from the last one.

Chen Wujun's skills have improved dramatically in the past few months, so his way of using force and the angle at which the knife is inserted are different from before.

"Not just one person?" Master Bing sneered.

"I think it's just one person!"

“The person who was specifically targeting me stabbed me, and every time it was in my neck.”

He's not a federal police officer; if he thinks someone is a person, then that's what he is.

As for why the methods were different, he didn't care at all.

"You're being watched. Have you offended anyone recently?" Boss Bing's cold eyes swept over one of his henchmen.

He's been robbed twice in a row over the past few months, and he's furious.

The financial loss is a minor matter.

With these incidents happening one after another, if he can't find the murderer, he'll be out of a job.

"No, we just lend and collect loans, we don't have any conflict with the bandit gangs! If we're talking about offending people, we do intimidate them sometimes when we need to collect debts..." The henchman's face turned pale.

"Investigate those borrowers; see if any of their families practice martial arts. Start with those from the last few months!"

"I need to see him within a month and skin him alive!"

……

South of the city walled city, at the warehouse in Ma Tou Wai, Chen Wujun was wading through the knee-deep fine sand in the sandpit, taking one step at a time.

Each time he walked, he would turn his thighs with his hips to feel the flow of the fine sand, and his toes would scrape the sand backward like a plow.

However, he was not slow in the sandpit, only a little slower than on flat ground. His movements were not clumsy at all, and his upper body did not move at all. Instead, he had a natural feeling as if he were walking on flat ground.

creak-

The warehouse door opened, and Zhou Qing walked in. He then saw Chen Wujun spinning around in the sandpit.

"master!"

When Chen Wujun saw Zhou Qing enter, he lifted his hips and pulled his back, his body springing out of the sandpit, two streams of sand scattering down his legs.

The whole movement was as if someone had pulled him from behind.

"You did a good job with this mud-walking exercise!" Zhou Qing nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

It's truly remarkable that someone could master the mud-walking technique to such a degree in such a short time.

Talent and hard work are both indispensable.

And then there's the action of jumping out of the knee-deep sandpit. Normal people would have a hard time even walking in it, but he jumped out in one go.

This is enough to show that he now has a full range of strength, with extremely powerful thigh explosiveness and waist and back strength.

How long has it been?

He truly hadn't expected to encounter someone with Little Sixteen's talent in this place called the Walled City.

Among all the martial artists I've met over the years, he's one of the most outstanding.

Of course, being audacious and prone to causing trouble is also a good thing.

This made Zhou Qing like it even more.

(End of this chapter)