Fanatic!

Chapter 88 was made by Jixiang.

"Brother Jun, we've found a location for the server room. Would you like to come and take a look?"

"I'll be there in a bit." Chen Wujun tossed the phone aside; he was having dinner at his place.

Ah Yue's cooking skills have improved considerably compared to before.

When he has nothing else to do, he sometimes goes back to A-Yue's place for lunch.

After finishing their meal, Chen Wujun put on his clothes and left, while A Yue hummed a little tune as she tidied up the table.

A-Yue is quite content with her current life; at least she has settled down here. Chen Wujun is not a bad-tempered person, and he is not bad to her either.

Moreover, the money she was given recently increased to 6000 yuan, and after deducting the expenses for her father and younger brother, she could still have some left over.

The only thing she cared about was getting her younger brother into school.

But they don't even have identities now.

She wanted to find an opportunity to ask Chen Wujun if it was possible to obtain a status in the East Ninth District.

……

"Brother Jun, do you think this place is alright?" Afei and his two henchmen led the way to a shop on Longjin Road. It was located on the west side of Longjin Road and was dimly lit, with only some light shining in through the gaps between the tall buildings above the shop.

The surroundings were extremely noisy, with the sounds of chainsaws, drills, and hammers constantly ringing out.

Inside, there were still a lot of sawdust and debris on the ground.

To the west of this area are various family workshops making rubber pumps, rubber shoe soles, rulers, spinning yarn...

To the east lies the normal residential area, which is also more bustling.

"This place used to be a pencil shop, but business is bad now, so we closed the shop and rented it out."

"It's over 530 square feet in total. There are two rows of machines against the wall, and two rows of machines in the middle facing away from each other. That's enough for 20 machines. The rest of the space is for aisles and such. We can also put a bar here to exchange coins for water."

"The only problem is that there are a lot of workshops nearby, which are noisy and smell a bit bad... but we don't have to worry about the server room."

The noise from the server room was even louder than outside.

"There's a good flow of people here; many students pass by this area on their way to school..."

"I've already asked about the rent; it's 5500 yuan a month."

"This is it." Chen Wujun nodded. The rent was about what he had expected, but the place was much larger.

"You should talk to the landlord and agree to pay the rent every three months."

The two then went to Lung Kong Road, which was Chen Wujun's territory, where a shop was being packed up.

This place used to be an appliance repair shop.

I went into the shop and looked around. It was a bit smaller than the previous one, only about 400 square feet, but that was enough.

"Have you finalized the deal for the used machines? Get them tidied up quickly, set them up, and then open for business. Have a couple of henchmen hand out flyers or something," Chen Wujun said.

"It's all settled. We've reached an agreement with both companies inside the walled city and also contacted some others outside. There will be a total of 38 machines in the two machine rooms. In addition to Street Fighter 2, there will be a few Final Fight, Snow Bros., and shooting games. We'll also put two slot machines in each shop so they can play while they wait for the machines."

Chen Wujun nodded slightly. Although A Fei's strength was average, he was very meticulous in doing these kinds of chores.

"I'm leaving this to you. The accounts will be settled from the gambling den first, and you can report them to me later."

His mind is now filled with the Tiger Roar and Golden Bell Shield; he can just leave these trivial matters to his subordinates.

"Brother Jun, there's something else." Afei called out to Chen Wujun as he was about to leave.

He gestured for a few henchmen to wait outside, and then he and Chen Wujun walked to the corner of the wall.

"Brother Jun, these past few days there's been a rumor in the underworld... that you injured one of Karen's men and slapped Karen in the face..."

"Oh?" Chen Wujun didn't take it to heart; it was indeed true.

"Many people say that Brother Jun is powerful, and that Sister Karen can't even protect her own subordinates..." Afei hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "Some people also say that Sister Shark Nine is unfair and biased towards Brother Jun, and that even veterans like Karen are suppressed by you..."

"If it were just one person saying this, that would be one thing... but if several people are saying this... I suspect that Li Dong's side is trying to sow discord?"

Chen Wujun didn't take it seriously at first, but after hearing half of what Afei said, he became alert.

"I didn't realize you were so observant," Chen Wujun praised. "Well done. Tell me if you hear anything else."

"I understand, Brother Jun," Ah Fei said immediately, thinking to himself that Fa Zai still had some ideas, and he would explain it to him again when he got back.

It wasn't him who noticed it; it was Fat who noticed it and then told him.

Chen Wujun left the shop and walked back slowly, his mind racing.

'This wasn't something Karen told anyone... Although many dancers saw it that day, they didn't dare to say anything... Someone must be stirring things up...'

How could Lidon's people possibly know the details of his conflict with Karen?

"I don't have many enemies, you can count them on one hand. If it's not Li Dong... then it can only be Ji Xiang!"

Chen Wujun quickly identified Ji Xiang as the prime suspect.

As for whether it could be someone else... Chen Wujun felt it was him anyway.

"I'll go and cause trouble for him when we have the meeting to hand in the figures in a few days."

……

Two days later, Chen Wujun sat in the wooden tub and could feel his diaphragm being pressed down like a drumhead with each breath, and then it began to tremble.

As he tensed his entire body, more than 200 bones, fascia, and muscles throughout his body trembled.

A buzzing sound, like rolling thunder, emanated from his body.

Even the surface of the water in the wooden bucket was constantly trembling, forming countless tiny ripples.

Until the breath could no longer be held back, it traveled down the abdomen to the chest cavity, and finally burst out from the throat.

"Roar!"

It was as if a great tiger sat cross-legged on a giant rock in the mountains, roaring through the forest. A gust of wind swept through the entire room.

At the same time, Chen Wujun felt a surge of heat flowing through his joints and muscles, continuously entering his body and nourishing his internal organs.

"This time it's right!" Chen Wujun felt joy in his heart, then took a deep breath and pressed down his diaphragm again.

A moment later, another roar came from his throat.

As the saying goes, "Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger," and every time Chen Wujun speaks, a gust of wind appears in the room.

In a house not far away, just as the man was about to charge into battle, a tiger's roar came from the house, startling him.

"Damn, who's so inconsiderate?"

He had barely recovered when, before he could even pick up his gun, another roar rang out.

After repeated attempts, the man's eyes turned red. He flung open the door and yelled, "Who is it? Is this never going to end?"

Chen Wujun remained oblivious in the room until a long time later when he finally stood up from the wooden tub, countless drops of medicine sliding down his body.

At this moment, Chen Wujun's eyes shone brightly, and as he circulated his qi and blood, his skin turned red.

A-Yue quickly brought a towel to wipe his body.

Chen Wujun stepped out of the wooden tub and stretched his body, feeling his blood and qi surging within him, and his blood flow was much faster than usual.

My skin feels a little hot, that's from the medication, it will go away in a bit.

He picked up the phone and called Curry: "Bring a few men and some wooden sticks to the martial arts gym and wait for me."

Then he put on his clothes and went out.

A moment later, Chen Wujun arrived at the martial arts school, where Curry and his men were already waiting, and Li Wei was also inside.

"Brother Jun, who are we going to deal with?"

"Nobody needs to pack up, just practice with me." Chen Wujun led the way, and the group entered the martial arts hall.

"Brother Jun!" The students and henchmen in the martial arts school greeted him one after another, and some of them had their eyes gleaming.

These past few days, the news has been spread everywhere by people from all walks of life. Those low-level henchmen only felt that Chen Wujun was powerful, and even an old man like Karen, who had followed Shark Nine for many years, had to give him some respect.

However, some people feel that Chen Wujun turned his back on people and became arrogant and domineering after taking power.

Chen Wujun ignored their petty schemes and led his men to the second floor, where they found an empty room.

"You guys, take these wooden sticks and hit me. Mainly my chest, back, and arms." Chen Wujun took off his outer clothes, revealing only a pair of shorts, and then circulated his qi and blood, tensing his muscles.

"Brother Jun, are you going to practice external martial arts?" Li Wei asked curiously, a thought flashing through his mind.

Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts) has methods for training the hands, eventually making them as hard as steel, so that a single punch can shatter a brick wall.

If an ordinary person were to be struck by a master of Tongbei Quan, their bones would be broken.

Hearing his words, the others understood.

"Brother Jun, you're the one who told us to hit him!" the henchman said cautiously.

Then the group surrounded Chen Wujun with wooden sticks.

Chen Wujun took a deep breath, his muscles tensing. Everyone else thought they heard distant thunder and assumed it was raining outside, but Li Wei was filled with doubt.

Several henchmen swung wooden sticks and beat Chen Wujun.

The sound of wooden sticks hitting could be heard continuously in the room, but it didn't seem like they were hitting flesh.

If you listen to the sound with your eyes closed, it sounds more like hitting wood, with a crisp sound.

Chen Wujun's mind was entirely focused on the internal turmoil. He could no longer hold on, and only then did that breath surge in his abdomen, like a ball moving from his abdomen to his chest, and finally rushing out through his throat.

"Roar!"

"This is the Tiger's Roar Golden Bell Shield, and just now it was the sound of muscles and bones resonating!" Li Wei exclaimed in surprise.

He smuggled himself in from the East Seventh District. He had been learning martial arts since childhood and had heard many secrets about the martial arts world.

More than fifty years ago in the Eastern Seventh District, there was a master named Deng Yuan who mastered the Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover and Dragon Roar Iron Shirt techniques to an unprecedented level. He didn't even need a gun. The Federation sent experts to capture him, but in the end, he killed or injured more than a dozen of them.

Later, Deng Yuan said he was going to do something important, and then he disappeared.

After he disappeared, his forces and subordinates were besieged by the Federation, and some died or fled.

Nowadays, even in the Seventh District of East China, very few people know this skill, and no one can reach Deng Yuan's level.

He never expected to encounter someone practicing in the Walled City of East Ninth District.

Moreover, upon hearing the tiger's roar, he knew that Chen Wujun had truly mastered the art.

Someone in his family said that this vocalization is the core of the Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover technique. If no one teaches you, even if you know how to practice, it's useless. In the end, you might end up turning yourself into a sickly person.

"Continue!" Chen Wujun instructed his henchman after stabilizing his qi and blood. He then swallowed the contents in one gulp, stimulating his diaphragm and circulating his qi and blood.

Two hours later, when Chen Wujun's body was completely red, he finally told his henchmen to stop, took a towel, and sat down to wipe his body with it.

"Awei, do you know about Tiger Roar Golden Bell Shield?"

“I’ve heard of it,” Li Wei said.

"Tell me about it," Chen Wujun said, immediately intrigued.

Li Wei told Chen Wujun what he knew, and after he stopped, Chen Wujun showed a hint of longing.

Unprecedented... How many people in the world could do this? Even the Federation couldn't do anything about it.

Then Chen Wujun thought of his master Zhou Qing's photo, and a thought struck him.

Do you know what he went to do?

(End of this chapter)