Ultimate Method: Practice your fist a hundred times, and use violence to control violence.

Chapter 75 A Notorious Bandit? A Daring Madman (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

Did you actually try it?

Situ Bai chuckled upon hearing this, then looked at Master Qin: "Haha, Old Qin, look, look! What did I tell you? Young people are always so curious. Now you should admit defeat, right? As for that 60-year-old 'Fire Cloud' bottle in your cellar, I'll gladly accept it."

Master Qin put down his teacup, a look of exasperation on his face. He couldn't help but point at Wan Ze, then, as if remembering something, muttered, "These little brats, they're all educated people, how come they still believe in this superstitious stuff from novels?"

Wan Ze stood to the side, remaining silent with an innocent expression.

Master Qin thought about it more and more and became convinced that this was the case. He said with certainty, "It must have been that rascal Zhai Jia who instigated it. Of all those kids, he's the one with the most tricks up his sleeve, and he never misses a good show!"

Upon hearing this, Wan Ze immediately agreed and nodded quickly, his eyes sincere.

Yes, Master Qin, you have such keen insight!

He decisively shifted the blame to his senior brother Zhai Jia, who was not present.

Situ Bai didn't care whose idea it was. He had made a bet with Master Qin at noon today, betting whether these young people would actually try the absurd practice of blood oath. Now it seemed that he had won.

He took a sip of tea in a good mood, waved to Wan Ze to let him ignore Master Qin, and said with a smile, "Since Zhe Yuling and the others have tried and it didn't work, what do you plan to do? Tell me your true thoughts."

Wan Ze hesitated for a moment, then quickly chose his words: "Master, it seems that the claim that the Zhe Yuling holds a great secret, especially the 'blood-binding' technique, is most likely just a rumor, or even a deliberate smokescreen. But the rumor has already spread, and possessing such a treasure is a crime—Miss Ling and we have all been dragged into it."

He glanced at Situ Bai, and seeing that his master didn't intend to stop him, he continued, "I'm thinking, if our Dragon Eagle Sect, in an official or semi-official capacity, invited several highly respected seniors in the martial arts world to conduct a public or semi-public appraisal of the Folding Rain Bell," and then had them spread the conclusion that "the bell has no special features, and the idea of ​​it binding with blood is pure nonsense," perhaps by leveraging the prestige and influence of these seniors, most interested people would give up their ideas. The rumors might then dissipate on their own."

Actually, Wanze was a bit unsure of what to do.

This proposal is time-consuming and laborious, and may attract unnecessary attention or even criticism.

He wasn't sure if his master would agree.

However, Situ Bai nodded almost without hesitation: "Okay, we'll do it your way."

Seeing a hint of surprise flash in Wan Ze's eyes, Situ Bai slowly put down his teacup: "I've met that young lady from the Ling family a few times—her eyes are clear, she's not a cunning person. This time she was caught in an unexpected calamity. Since this matter arose because of Zhe Yuling, and Zhe Yuling has passed through our hands, and since we, the Dragon Eagles, happen to have the ability, then let's go with the flow, lend a hand, and make a good connection. It's no problem."

He turned to Master Qin.

"Old Qin, I'll have to trouble you to make a trip to the Martial Arts Association to have some tea with Old Wang and the other old guys and spread the word. Tell them that I, Situ Bai, said the Folding Rain Bell is with Dragon Eagle. Anyone interested can come and investigate with solid evidence, but if anyone harasses innocent people or spreads baseless rumors because of this, don't blame Dragon Eagle for being ruthless. As for the bell itself, whoever wants it can have it; we have no interest."

Master Qin clicked his tongue, finding it a bit troublesome, but still nodded in agreement: "Alright, Old Wang really enjoys archaeology. I'll go talk to him."

Wan Ze felt relieved. His master's thoughts were exactly the same as his own, and even more magnanimous and decisive.

Now, Zhe Yuling is of no use to him.

As for whether it holds other secrets, it seems almost impossible to answer at present, and is more like a vortex that keeps attracting trouble.

Since it's a hot potato, it's safer to "give it away" openly and in the public eye.

Before the three of them could finish their conversation, Miss Ling brought some unexpected news.

"The folding rain bell is gone!"

"Gone? Was it stolen or robbed?" Lei Ming rushed over immediately.

Miss Ling stood on the second floor of the Dragon Eagle Martial Arts Hall, facing Situ Bai, Lei Ming, and Wan Ze, at a loss: "I—I'm not sure either. I put the Zhe Yuling on my bedside table, and I just took a nap. When I woke up, I found the box was still locked, but the Zhe Yuling was gone."

Lei Ming couldn't help but look at Wan Ze.

Wan Ze shook his head.

This is too strange.

Situ Bai pondered for a moment: "Since the item was lost at our Dragon Eagle Inn, it's only right that we do our part. Dragon Eagle will cooperate with the police investigation and, incidentally, clear Miss Ling's name and dispel the rumors."

Miss Ling looked over excitedly: "Thank you so much, Senior Situ!"

With Situ Bai's endorsement, things progressed even faster afterward.

The fact that something was lost right under one's nose inevitably sends chills down one's spine.

"He actually stole something right under our noses without us noticing? This guy must be a top-notch thief!" Lei Ming exclaimed in surprise.

Inside the guesthouse room, Wan Ze looked around but found no signs of theft.

Either the opponent is a master.

Either no one will steal it.

But if no one steals it, then the folded rain bell can't just grow legs and run away.

"Does that mean I won't have to live in fear anymore?" Miss Ling couldn't help but ask.

"That's true—" Lei Ming pondered for a moment and said, "Once your master helps you spread the word, and the news spreads throughout the martial arts world, everyone will notice this matter, and no one will think of causing you any more trouble."

Miss Ling breathed a sigh of relief. For safety reasons, she decided to stay at the Dragon Eagle Guesthouse for the time being.

After leaving the guesthouse, Wan Ze sat in Lei Ming's car, and the two chatted along the way. The theft of Zhe Yuling quickly became widely known after Long Ying took action.

That day.

evening.

Just as Wan Ze finished his cultivation, Tie Qingyang called and brought up the matter of Zhe Yuling.

It was because of this broken rain bell that the two of them came together.

After being robbed twice, even Tie Qingyang realized that the waters of this Holy City were truly deep. Fortunately, he had already cleared up the misunderstanding with Long Ying. Otherwise, given Situ Bai's personal involvement in this matter, he would probably be the first to suffer the consequences.

"I have already arranged for my men to conduct a secret investigation, and I will inform you immediately if there are any developments."

Thank you.

"You're welcome. There's something else—you mentioned last time that you were interested in old artifacts from the martial arts world. I happen to have acquired one; would you like to take a look?"

Wan Ze's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "That's great, I'll head over right away."

"I'll send someone to pick you up."

"————That works too."

Twenty minutes later, a black luxury vintage car arrived at the agreed location.

"Brother Wan!" Tie Feiyang, sitting in the driver's seat, waved excitedly.

"It's you." Wan Ze didn't bother to correct the other party's address; strength spoke for itself.

"Brother Wan, I heard from my dad that you were coming, so I volunteered immediately." Tie Feiyang said in a sycophantic manner.

Wan Ze couldn't help but chuckle. He got into the car, sat in the passenger seat, and said with a smile, "Actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated."

"That won't do. Ever since we met at Ruby's last meeting, my admiration for you has been like thunderbolts from the sky—water from the heavens—I'm completely in awe—that's the gist of it!" Tie Feiyang was speechless, unable to find the right words.

Wan Ze's lips twitched, and he gave a silent smile.

Tie Feiyang suddenly remembered something and said, "I heard about Zhe Yuling. The old man used to believe in this stuff too—he was like a madman, but he came to terms with it later. I didn't expect there would still be people in this world who are so obsessed with it—they're all just bored out of their minds. By the way, Brother Wan, I've already gone to investigate. Also, the other day I heard that people from Guandong were eyeing Zhe Yuling, so I asked people back home to gather information."

Wanze really wanted to say no, but he couldn't resist the kid's enthusiasm, so he nodded and let him talk about all sorts of things.

The black vintage car drove smoothly into the twilight as Tie Feiyang enthusiastically recounted the gossip about the underworld in Northeast China that he had gathered through his family connections.

Wanze mostly listened quietly, occasionally humming in agreement, his gaze casually sweeping across the rapidly receding street scene outside the window.

Just as the car was about to drive out of the side road.

"Squeak!"

A screeching sound of brakes suddenly came from ahead.

An inconspicuous black van suddenly veered out and blocked the middle of the road.

Almost simultaneously, a modified SUV roared up from behind, accelerated, and with a vicious drift, completely blocked their escape route.

The two vehicles were sandwiched in front and behind, instantly trapping Tie Feiyang's old car on a stretch of road less than twenty meters long.

"Holy crap!" Tie Feiyang's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously jerked the steering wheel, trying to find an opening, but the distance between the cars in front and behind was too close, and there were solid green belts on both sides, so there was no way to escape.

He slammed on the brakes, and the vintage car came to a stop just in time, its front end less than half a meter from the bread truck blocking the way.

"Splash!"

The doors of the van and the SUV were violently pulled open at the same time, and seven or eight figures dressed in black bodysuits filed out, quickly spreading out and approaching the vintage car in a semi-encircling formation.

The leader was tall and thin, with a head full of dirty, colorful braids. He wore a mask, revealing only his eyes, and looked very unruly.

Holding a shotgun with its barrel sawed off, the muzzle casually pointed at the ground, it exuded a powerful and intimidating aura.

"Hooray!"

The man with the dreadlocks raised his hand and fired a shot at the ground in front of the vintage car.

Eighteen-millimeter-diameter shotgun shells blasted onto the asphalt road, sending gravel flying everywhere. The shells struck the front bumper of the car with a crackling sound, leaving behind a dense array of white spots.

The hood of the old car was also smashed on the spot, making a dull impact sound.

"Get out of the car! Tie Feiyang, you get the hell out of here!" The man with the dreadlocks raised his gun slightly, aiming it at the driver's seat.

Inside the car, Tie Feiyang's face turned pale instantly from the shock of the gunshot.

He wasn't unfamiliar with such situations, but the ruthless behavior of these bandits who blocked the road with guns in broad daylight and even rode up on horseback to open fire was still beyond his comprehension.

His first reaction was to look at Wan Ze in the passenger seat, his eyes filled with apology: "Brother Wan! I'm so sorry, it was my oversight! I didn't expect—I'm going down to talk to them, please don't—"

He was afraid that his family's affairs would implicate Wan Ze, and even more afraid that Wan Ze would take his anger out on the Tie family.

After all, the Tie family was able to successfully drive away the Yushang Group because Wanzhe solved the biggest problem.

He didn't even dare to imagine the consequences if Wan Ze were to get into trouble or be humiliated here.

Wan Ze remained calm, not even glancing at the menacing gunmen outside the window. He simply said to Tie Feiyang, "No rush. Let's see what they're up to."

Seeing his composure, Tie Feiyang's wildly beating heart calmed down a little. He took a deep breath and nodded: "I'll go negotiate."

As soon as he got out of the car, he looked coldly at the crowd and roared, "Do you all want to die? What do you want to do? Huh?"

Do you know whose car this is?!

The man with the dreadlocks scoffed, tilting his head and tapping his hat brim with the barrel of his shotgun. His tone was full of disdain: "Tie Feiyang, the young master Tie, who doesn't know him? What, now that you've driven out the Yushang Group, you really think you're the number one person in Sheng City?"

Tie Feiyang frowned, staring at the man with the dreadlocks. Suddenly remembering someone, he frowned and said, "Jie Bufan? What the hell did I do to you? If my Iron Cross does a good job with the Western Transformation Project, your family can at least have a piece of meat. And now you're pulling this stunt? Are you a fucking idiot?"

"Heh." Jie Bufan's eyes suddenly turned cold: "That's your business with my dad, not mine."

"I'm just asking you, where is Sun Shengji?"

Tie Feiyang was taken aback, then frowned and said, "He's your father? How the hell would I know where he is? Let me tell you, don't be reckless. Take your men and get out of here, and I'll pretend this never happened!"

"Hooray!"

Suddenly, a shot struck Tie Feiyang in front of him, and pebbles flew onto his body, causing him a sudden pain.

Tie Feiyang was startled and angrily said, "Jie Bufan! Don't think that just because your father is in the management committee, I won't dare to touch you!"

"Fine, then come and kill me!" Jie Bufan laughed wildly, pointing the gun at Tie Feiyang from a distance: "If you don't kill me today, I'll call you 'Dad' from now on!"

madman!

Tie Feiyang's heart sank. Of course he knew about Jie Bufan's reputation among the young masters in Sheng City.

Everyone had always kept to themselves, but unexpectedly, because of Sun Shengji, this kid had set his sights on him.

The thought of Wan Ze still being in the car made him anxious. He could only force himself to take a breath and try to calm down, saying in a deep voice, "Young Master Jie, since you insist on asking, let's lay it all out. Sun Shengji wanted to negotiate with us at the restaurant, but he lost. The higher-ups even called us specifically to mediate. I believe Sun Shengji must have answered their call—as for who he's afraid of so much, turning his back on an entire corporation and running away—I don't know."

Since you know him so well, why not ask around for him? If you can get in touch with him, you can tell him that I, Iron Cross, can reconcile with him; we're all in it for the money, aren't we?

Jie Bufan frowned and remained silent, his eyes fixed on Tie Feiyang. But suddenly his gaze fell on the old car behind him, and he said, word by word, "I heard that your Iron Cross has made a deal with someone. Is it the person in the car?"

Tie Feiyang's breath hitched.

Don't you dare mess with me!

Before he could even speak, Xie Bufan, his face full of arrogance, pointed his gun at the passenger side of the car and sneered, "Hey you in the car! Get out here! What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty!"