Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

The backyard of Jinrong Casino.

Lin Fusheng slowly finished his stance, his short jacket soaked with sweat, outlining his increasingly muscular physique.

Focus your mind on the panel:

Ironclad Stance (Perfect: 352/400): Health +352%

Qi and Blood: 24 (+84.48)

48 points to go.

During this period, he devoted himself to the standing meditation practice and, with the help of the good medicine provided by the association, his progress was faster than expected.

At this rate, the Iron Armor Stakes will be completed in six or seven days at most.

We have a high chance of breaking through the stone's outer layer within ten days.

The stone skin, in the eyes of others, even if one enters this realm, it will be of little use in this deadly predicament.

But it was different for him.

Once he breaks through to the next realm, his basic Qi and Blood will increase, and the Qi and Blood boost from the Iron Armor Stance will increase several times over, making him far stronger than other martial artists of the same realm.

Moreover, breaking through to a higher realm is not the end; he can continue to cultivate and improve.

Being strong oneself is the only variable that can be grasped in this deadly situation.

Just as I was pondering this, I heard footsteps coming from the front yard, heading towards the back yard.

Hua Wendong was the leader, followed by two thugs from Huai Rentang, carrying exquisite gift boxes.

He wore a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, it revealed a condescending gaze and an almost imperceptible arrogance.

"Chief Lin! You look much better these past few days! Congratulations!"

Lin Fusheng stood still: "Chief Hua, what's the matter?"

"Hehe, can't you come visit Brother Lin even if there's nothing wrong?"

Hua Wendong approached and gestured for his men to place the gift box on the stone table. "I heard that Brother Lin was seriously injured this time. Master Hu is very concerned and specially ordered me to bring some top-quality tonics over, hoping that you will recover soon and be able to contribute to the gang."

Although her words were eloquent, her eyes were constantly scanning Lin Fusheng's reaction.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Master Hu."

Lin Fusheng glanced at the gift box, his tone indifferent.

Hua Wendong's smile stiffened slightly.

He did not expect Lin Fusheng to be so direct and aloof.

Hua Wendong then coughed lightly, cutting to the chase, took two steps forward, lowered his voice, and adopted a more candid tone:

"Brother Lin, let's not beat around the bush. You know what's coming next. It's not that I'm trying to discourage you, but it's truly a perilous journey. Master Hu values ​​talent and can't bear to see such a young and promising person like you... Alas."

He observed Lin Fusheng's expressionless face and continued:

"What Master Hu means is that you are a valuable member of the organization. Even if there are old grudges, we are all serving different masters. Now that we are facing a formidable enemy, we should unite even more. As long as you nod your head, you will be one of Huai Ren Tang's own people from now on! In this operation, the organization will ensure your safety."

After speaking, he stared intently at Lin Fusheng, waiting for a response.

In his view, this was already an immense favor and a stepping stone.

If a dying person is given a way to live, how could one not cherish it?

Do you really expect Rong Chongming, who has already abandoned you, to help you?

The two thugs behind him also straightened their backs, seemingly feeling that Lin Fusheng should be grateful to tears.

Lin Fusheng looked at him quietly, his brows slightly furrowed.

This deadly situation, when traced back to its source, is it not Hu Tiannan's doing?

The attacks by Jin Yulou Lao Hei and Yin Zhi, and the betrayal by Men Ye, are all inextricably linked to Hu Tiannan.

You set a trap for me, waiting for me to become useful, and then you acted like a saint, expecting me to be grateful.

interesting.

"I appreciate Chief Hua's kindness. Please convey my thanks to Hall Master Hu. I am a member of Anren Hall, and it was Uncle Rong who brought me into this business. I know what I should and shouldn't do."

"Please take these items back."

Refused.

Decisive, efficient, and without hesitation.

The smile on Hua Wendong's face vanished completely, replaced by an offended gloom and an incredulous absurdity.

He almost thought he had misheard.

Was Lin Fusheng's brain damaged by a beating, or did he become stupid from practicing martial arts?

He refused when there was clearly only one way to survive right in front of him?

Rong Chongming had already abandoned him. Did he really think he could escape this certain death situation?

Hua Wendong's face turned ashen, and he cursed inwardly.

ungrateful!

How ungrateful!

Did you really think you were invincible after killing two Stone Skins?

idiot!

Even when facing death, they still can't figure out their place!

Fine, you're asking for it, this saves me the trouble!

The two thugs behind him exchanged glances, their eyes revealing undisguised contempt and mockery.

In their view, Lin Fusheng's actions were utterly suicidal and incredibly foolish.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Hua Wendong said three times, then laughed in exasperation, "Chief Lin is indeed got guts! He has a sense of responsibility! In that case, I won't bother you any longer! Farewell!"

He snorted coldly, glared at Lin Fusheng, turned and left, not even bothering with the gift box.

The two thugs hurriedly grabbed the gift box and followed, glancing back at Lin Fusheng before leaving, their eyes like they were looking at a dead man.

The backyard returned to silence.

However, many people in the lobby and corners had already caught a glimpse of this scene.

Rumors have been circulating for some time now.

The Tongxin Society is planning to retaliate against Jin Yutang, and Lin Fusheng has been specifically requested to participate.

In fact, such situations are not necessarily dangerous under normal circumstances.

But Hu Tiannan and Rong Chongming are fighting each other more and more fiercely, and now Lin Fusheng is forced to get involved. Moreover, all three of the Iron Men will come from Huai Rentang. No matter how you look at it, Lin Fusheng's chances of survival are slim.

Even more fatally, Rong Chongming seemed unwilling to deploy martial arts practitioners in this matter.

Rong Chongming was worried about the possibility of accidental damage.

Clearly, in his eyes, Lin Fusheng's value was less than that of a muscle trainer.

At this moment, in the corner, Xiao Tian and the others saw Hua Wendong talking with Lin Fusheng, and their expressions became complicated.

It's confirmed now.

The rumors are true.

Everyone admired Lin Fusheng's toughness, but they were also very anxious for him.

"Sigh, Chief Lin, why did you do this?"

A young thug sighed, "Hua Wendong is no good, but Hu Tiannan is still the head of the gang. In the current situation, getting into Huai Ren Hall might be a way out..."

"Uncle Rong, well, it seems we can't rely on him either."

The other person shook their head.

Their whispers were filled with sympathy, regret, incomprehension, and a sense of being out of touch with reality.

In the courtyard, Lin Fusheng was unaware of all this. After Hua Wendong left, he had already set up the iron armor stakes again.

External disturbances and other people's opinions are meaningless at this moment.

The only way to survive is through the surging of one's own vital energy.

Just as my mind was beginning to sink, I heard another commotion in the front yard.

The visitor was Rong Chongming.

A young man followed behind him.

The man was in his early twenties, not tall, and slightly thin. He wore a well-fitting gray outfit and had an ordinary face; he would be hard to spot in a crowd.

But when Lin Fusheng's gaze fell on him, his pupils contracted slightly.

The young man's steps were extremely steady, each step as if measured, landing silently.

His eyes were calm, even somewhat wooden, but occasionally, a glint of inner brilliance would flash between them.

Most importantly, Lin Fusheng could sense that a deep and solid aura emanated from the other person's seemingly frail body.

That's a sign that your Qi and blood are abundant, your foundation is solid, and you've likely reached the perfect state of the outer layer of the stone, or even begun to touch the edge of the iron vein!

Rong Chongming led the young man straight into the backyard and brought him to Lin Fusheng.

"Fusheng, are you practicing your martial arts?"

Rong Chongming wore his usual gentle smile.

He turned to the side and pointed to the young man behind him: "Come here, let me introduce you. This is Chen Cang, a promising newcomer to the club. He has a good foundation and is reliable. I'm bringing him here to familiarize himself with the Jinrong Casino environment so he can look after me in the future."

His tone was natural, as if it were just a routine personnel transfer or a senior mentoring a junior.

The young man named Chen Cang stepped forward, nodded slightly to Lin Fusheng, and spoke in a neither loud nor soft voice:

"Chen Cang greets Chief Lin. I hope Chief Lin will provide guidance in the future."

Lin Fusheng looked at Chen Cang, then at Rong Chongming whose smile remained unchanged, and his mind was perfectly clear.

Familiarize yourself with the environment?

Looking out for each other in the future?

This is clearly... a 'sub' who came early to familiarize themselves with their position.

Uncle Rong felt it was too late to arrange a successor after his death, and wanted to bring the "successor" to him now to "familiarize himself with the business".

The air in the courtyard felt somewhat stagnant.

Xiao Tian and the others, who had been watching from afar, immediately fell silent, their eyes shifting between Lin Fusheng and Chen Cang with suspicion.

Lin Fusheng's face remained expressionless; he simply nodded to Chen Cang and said calmly:

"I wouldn't presume to offer guidance; let's learn from each other."

Then, he turned to Rong Chongming: "Uncle Rong, I still need to practice my skills."

Rong Chongming's smile remained unchanged as he patted him on the shoulder:

"Alright, you practice. I'll take Chen Cang around."

Having said that, he led the young man Chen Cang, whose aura was heavy, toward the gambling den's front hall and other areas, and Zhen Ge began to 'familiarize himself with the environment'.

In the backyard, Lin Fusheng was left alone again.