Fanatic!

Chapter 86 Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover

The next morning, Chen Wujun was practicing boxing at the martial arts school when he received a call from Gao Qiang.

"Brother Jun, I've dropped the car off near the city walled city. Where should I wait for you?"

Chen Wujun gave a location, then called Curry and asked him to bring a car enthusiast to check if there were any problems.

Upon arriving at Dongzheng Road, the group immediately spotted a black W14 sedan parked on the side of the road.

"Brother Jun, which one is it? This car is impressive, a Tiger Head 126, only big shots drive that." Curry's henchmen got excited as soon as they saw the car.

Men all like cars.

“Jun’s car is certainly impressive,” Curry said from the side.

As they approached, Gao Qiang and two others got out of the car.

"Brother Jun, the car has been delivered."

“It was originally a one-owner car, but now it’s second-hand,” Chen Wujun said casually.

"Brother Jun really likes to joke around." Gao Qiang laughed heartily.

"Perfect timing, I have something to discuss with you." Chen Wujun put his arm around Gao Qiang's shoulder and led him aside.

"Can you get your hands on the Street Fighter II arcade board?"

"Brother Jun has found the right people. In the entire Beigang, besides Bird of Paradise, it's us!" Gao Qiang immediately patted his chest and said.

"They're selling the genuine product, why are you comparing yourself to them?"

“Twenty substrates, give me a number,” Chen Wujun said.

"I don't know if there are still that many left. I'll call and ask first," Gao Qiang said immediately.

He then went to the side to make a phone call and came back saying, "Brother Jun, pirated copies are being hyped up and the price has gone up. They used to be 8000 each, but now they've gone up to 1. But if you want to take them, I'll still charge you 8000. This is company business. Everyone else is selling them for 1, but I'm only selling them for 8000. I really can't go any lower."

"Okay." Chen Wujun nodded.

He found that Gao Qiang and his gang were quite useful, so he no longer cared about the small amount of money.

Do you have slot machines?

As the two were talking, a car drove by on East Road. A tall white man glanced to the side and said to the driver, "Stop the car. Go that way."

A moment later, the gray sedan stopped near Chen Wujun and the others, and several tall men got out of the car.

Chen Wujun immediately noticed and recognized the other party's identity at a glance.

People from special mission departments.

Harris was in there too.

"Isn't this the hottest rookie in HeTu right now? Buying a car? Is it stolen or a grey market car?" Harris walked over to the car and patted it twice.

"Are the special missions departments really that idle every day? I wonder where all the taxes paid by the federal citizens go every year," Chen Wujun sneered.

“What does the tax paid by federal citizens have to do with you? Have you ever paid taxes?” Harris instructed the person next to him, “Write down the license plate number, check the engine, and call the Department of Transportation to check if it’s a fake plate.”

"If so, it can be towed away."

After giving his instructions, Harris walked to Chen Wujun's side and looked down at him slightly.

Harris is nearly 1.9 meters tall, half a head taller than Chen Wujun.

“I told you, as long as you leave the fortress, I will keep an eye on you and attack you.”

Chen Wujun narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint flashing within them.

After a moment, his expression relaxed, and he smiled: "I'm upright and honest, and I don't break any laws or regulations, so feel free to keep an eye on me."

Harris burst into laughter, his eyes full of mockery.

"To be upright and honest... that's what all the scum in prison say."

A moment later, another member of the special operations team approached Harris and said, "The licenses are fine, but the rest is another story. I think we should take them back and investigate them thoroughly. How could people like them possibly buy legitimate paperwork?"

The traffic police department found nothing wrong, but he realized his team leader was looking for trouble, so he immediately gave them something to talk about.

"Notify the traffic police to check this car more closely if they see it. We have a case to handle today, so we don't have time to waste on him," Harris instructed.

He just happened to have seen it while handling the case, so he came down to cause trouble.

Then he pointed at Chen Wujun and said, "Remember what I said, don't leave the stronghold."

He wanted to keep causing trouble for Chen Wujun, suppressing him, and seeing if he would back down.

Chen Wujun squinted as he watched the car carrying the group leave and gradually disappear into the traffic before turning his gaze away.

'Sure enough, killing him was the right thing to do; otherwise, he could have used his status to constantly cause me trouble.'

'While the conflict with him isn't too serious now... He's offended so many people, there are definitely a lot of them who want him dead. If I kill him now, very few people will suspect me.'

Chen Wujun also realized that if these authorities really wanted to cause trouble for someone, they could indeed create a lot of problems.

'In the future, it would be best to bribe some people in official institutions to reduce these troubles.'

Although no one has taught him yet, he feels that if he doesn't want to be bothered by these people every day, it would be best to bribe some of them.

This is how you clear the road.

'Furthermore... after bribing some people, you can use them to attack your rivals.'

Gao Qiang stayed to the side from the very beginning and didn't say a word. He didn't want to be targeted by the special mission department.

"Let's go to the bank to withdraw money." Chen Wujun said, then went to the bank and withdrew 37 yuan for Gao Qiang.

We also finalized the board arrangements with him; besides Street Fighter 2, there were also slot machines.

Although there were many gambling dens in the walled city, no one cared.

Not many people play slot machines, but there are always some who do.

After finishing his meal, Chen Wujun got into the car and had his henchman drive him around downtown Beigang.

After all, it was his own car this time, which put him in a good mood.

They didn't arrive at Aqi's house until evening. This time, the other party not only prepared middle school textbooks, but also planned to teach her little by little.

"I'm not going to college, so a little math study will suffice..."

"Science... is definitely something we need to learn... and social sciences too..."

Physics, chemistry, and biology are all included in science, while history and geography are included in social sciences.

Chen Wujun has to learn everything again.

Fortunately, after practicing boxing, his mind became more agile than before, and he knew the importance of studying. With someone specifically teaching him, he was able to patiently continue learning.

If he wasn't interested and felt it was useless, he would just throw it aside.

……

The next day, Chen Wujun returned to the warehouse to practice his boxing. After two days, he was finally able to walk on the wooden stakes that had been coated with oil as if they were flat ground.

The movements were just a little slower than before.

With just a slight shift in his center of gravity, he knows how the force under his feet will change, and he can immediately adjust the tiny muscles in his toes and soles to keep himself firmly attached to them.

However, problems arose when the pile drivers and sandbags were driven into place.

As he threw the punch, the sandbag was subjected to the force of the impact, and the same recoil force was transmitted to his body, causing him to slip and fall directly to the ground.

Chen Wujun suddenly adjusted his center of gravity in mid-air, landed steadily on the ground, and with a quick pull, landed back on the wooden stake.

"Come again!"

Even the slightest setback in doing other things would make him feel annoyed.

Especially mathematics.

But when he was practicing martial arts, he didn't take this setback to heart at all.

It's not just because his life and fortune are tied to martial arts.

Each time, he felt himself improving and getting stronger, and he enjoyed that feeling.

On Tuesday, Zhou Qing arrived at the warehouse and saw Chen Wujun walking on stakes and hitting sandbags, his body swaying slightly from time to time, which was completely out of character for him.

As Zhou Qing stood at the warehouse entrance, his gaze swept across the wooden stakes and he noticed that they were coated with a layer of grease.

He stood at the doorway and looked at the disciple with admiration for a moment; he truly admired this disciple.

He also knew about some of the things that were happening in the walled city.

He didn't see anything wrong with it at all.

Regardless of one's mindset, as long as one remains true to oneself, there will ultimately be no difference in skill level.

Chen Wujun's style of doing things would have been considered a bad thing in the past.

But now... from a certain perspective, it's actually a good thing.

A moment later, Chen Wujun jumped down from the wooden stake, his feet still covered in grease.

"master."

"Looks like you know what you need to do," Zhou Qing said.

He saw no confusion on Chen Wujun's face.

In other words, Chen Wujun has found his own path to refining Qi.

It was much faster than he had expected.

"Yes, Master, I found it." Chen Wujun nodded.

He wanted to kill Harris.

Although he had figured out a way to limit Harris's speed, the two would still have to clash eventually.

Even if you practice a martial art that strengthens your body, it's impossible to withstand a bullet.

The special operations unit's firearms are all large revolvers, which are extremely powerful and can even penetrate steel plates.

However, in close combat, a strong physical body can provide more opportunities.

“Practicing external martial arts...that's good too.” Zhou Qing nodded slightly.

Chen Wujun's kung fu is now good enough to learn other skills.

"In traditional martial arts, there is a type of external martial art called Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover."

"This ancient technique requires special sound vibrations and breathing methods during the beating and medicinal bath to vibrate the internal organs and flesh, promote the circulation of qi and blood, and enhance the body's strength."

"When attacked, one can also use sound to circulate qi and blood, making the body as solid as an iron plate and dispersing the force received. At the same time, making a sound can also intimidate the opponent and reduce the impact on oneself."

"The most important thing about this skill is vocalization. If you just take a beating, soak in medicinal baths, and rely on your muscles and bones for defense, it's just dead practice. No matter how much you practice, you won't get any results."

"So I'll teach you how to make your voice. As for the medicinal bath, you'll have to figure that out yourself," Zhou Qing explained.

Upon hearing about medicinal baths, Chen Wujun knew he was going to have to spend money again.

From the time I started learning martial arts until now, every step of this old technique has required magnetic field crystals, even more than the new techniques.

Zhou Qing stood there, his abdomen bulging first, then his whole body trembled, his entire body swelled up, and a breath rushed out from his throat.

"Roar!"

Chen Wujun felt as if there really was a big tiger in front of him, but unlike a tiger coming down the mountain, this tiger looked like a hungry tiger coming down the mountain to hunt for food.

But at this moment, it was a fierce tiger coiled on a rock, roaring through the mountains and forests.

After Zhou Qing let out this tiger roar, the sound echoed throughout the warehouse, and even the training equipment and walls trembled slightly.

What surprised Chen Wujun the most was that Zhou Qing was over two meters tall at this time, and his clothes looked like they might burst open at any moment.

Even their appearance seems to have changed somewhat.

(End of this chapter)