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

"Ugh."

Mo Feihong was about to hang up—

On the other end of the phone, Zheng Tingyuan suddenly spoke again.

His tone softened, carrying the helplessness and compromise unique to old friends.

"So be it, so be it."

"I'll go take a look in about a month."

Mo Feihong's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Consider it a favor to you, but let me be clear from the start: don't get your hopes up too high."

"Even if that young man has some talent, if he doesn't come from a proper background, his foundation isn't solid, and he's gone astray, even if I give him a few more pointers, he might not achieve much."

"Some things can't be understood just by someone pointing them out a few times."

Mo Feihong repeatedly replied, "I know, I know! Thank you so much, Brother Zheng! Thank you so much!"

On the other end of the phone, Zheng Tingyuan gave a soft "hmm" and said nothing more.

The microphone was disconnected with a soft click.

Mo Feihong slowly exhaled a long breath.

He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile slowly spreading across his lips.

Zheng Tingyuan agreed anyway.

Even if it's just a visit, or just a few words of advice, that's enough.

If Lin Fusheng could get some guidance from him…

Mo Feihong closed his eyes, as if he could already see the young man listening intently in front of the boxing stance.

He was about to get up.

"Ring ring—!"

The phone rang suddenly.

Mo Feihong frowned.

Do you need to contact him for something within the gang?

He grabbed the microphone.

"Feed?"

"Brother Mo."

The voice coming from the other end sounded old.

It was Gu Yunzhou's voice.

Mo Feihong immediately sat up straight.

"President Gu."

Gu Yunzhou's tone was heavier than usual:

"Brother Mo, I've found out something that's related to young brother Lin Fusheng."

"Lin Fusheng's father was named Lin Yuanshan. He was ambushed by Lao Daobazi's gang in the Black Wind Mountain area while escorting goods for the gang, and died fighting fiercely."

"According to the rules of the gang, the families of members who die in battle for the gang are eligible to receive a spot in the Kwantung Military Academy."

Mo Feihong's expression changed; he seemed to know what Gu Yunzhou was about to say.

"I checked, and all the slots for those who died in battle in Lin Yuanshan's batch and had children were taken."

Mo Feihong's hand, gripping the microphone, was bulging with veins.

"Who did it?"

His voice was low, but his anger was undisguised.

"Who did it... I can't tell you right now."

"But this is not something one person can do. It involves more than one person."

Gu Yunzhou seemed to have some reservations, and paused for a moment.

"With external enemies at hand, if we were to fight amongst ourselves..."

Mo Feihong took a deep breath.

"Let's hold back for now, that's all we need to know. I'll investigate slowly when the time is right. This score will be settled sooner or later. But not now," Gu Yunzhou added.

Mo Feihong closed his eyes.

After a long silence, he whispered:

"I see."

The phone hangs up.

He sat alone in the quiet study.

Bamboo shadows sway outside the window, and the wind rustles.

That young man was loyal and courageous.

They should never be treated like this.

……

afternoon.

Lin Fusheng was resting when Manager Wang hurriedly came over.

"Brother Lin, I've found out about those people you mentioned."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fusheng paused for a moment, then said, "Thank you, Steward Wang. How are they being cared for?"

Since he took over his father's job at Jinrong Casino, he has been constantly pushed around by various things: scheming, fighting, serious injuries, and escaping from desperate situations.

He barely had a moment to catch his breath, let alone a chance to ask:

Little Fatty, how are Er Gou and the others?

Has Er Gouzi made it big yet?

Where is Chen Ada, this "big brother"?

And Chibi Maruko-chan...

He told Xiaowanzi to leave the gang and find a stable job.

Did Maruko listen to that?

Manager Wang spoke up at this point.

"When Xiaopang and Ergouzi first inherited the business, they had a tough time. They had no connections or seniority, so they were assigned the hardest jobs and were often bullied by the older generation."

"Later, they gave up their share and went to Chen Ada's place."

"Chen Ada has made a name for himself. He's had some good luck and caught the eye of one of the Copper Bone Guardians in our guild. Now he works for that guard."

"A while ago, they were sent to Fengjing. The organization gave them a mission, and they probably won't be back for a while."

Lin Fusheng listened without interrupting.

"As for that little Maruko, Wang Xiaoyue."

"She sold the gang share her father left her."

Lin Fusheng's eyes flickered slightly.

"I exchanged some money and opened a small flower shop in the west of the city."

"The shop isn't big, and business isn't exactly booming, but it's enough to make a living. I heard that people in the surrounding streets all know her, and no one usually gives her a hard time."

He smiled and added:

"It's good that everything is peaceful and stable."

Lin Fusheng remained silent for a moment.

Then he nodded.

"Thank you for your trouble, Steward Wang."

"Young Master Lin, you're too kind."

Manager Wang bowed and withdrew, his footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Lin Fusheng stood alone in the courtyard.

They are all still alive.

Little Fatty and Er Gouzi followed Chen Ada, gaining a powerful backer, and went to Fengjing to carry out a mission.

Maruko listened to him and opened a small flower shop, living the life of an ordinary person.

It's pretty good, especially Chibi Maruko-chan.

In this chaotic world, being able to survive, have food to eat, and live a peaceful old age is already an extremely fortunate thing.

They are far better off than those who are powerless to control their own lives and die violent deaths.

He let out a soft breath and stopped thinking about it.

He turned and walked back to the center of the courtyard.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt.

Sunlight fell on his bare back, making the old and new scars exceptionally clear.

He walked up to the wooden stake, which was as thick as a bowl.

Slouch, sit up, and take a deep breath.

"Bang!"

His shoulder slammed into the wooden stake with a dull thud.

The wooden stakes trembled violently, and leaves fell in a flurry.

He didn't stop.

"Bang!"

Another one.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He struck it again and again, like an iron blank being repeatedly forged.

With each impact, the skin flushed a bright red; with each impact, the muscles became even more solidified amidst the violent tremors.

Sweat slid down his back, flowing over the longest scar that ran diagonally from his shoulder blade to his waist, and dripped onto the blue bricks beneath his feet, spreading out a small patch of dark water.

In the distance, at the corner of the corridor.

When Mo Yiyi got tired of cultivating, she simply sat down at a distance and drank tea.

However, she seemed somewhat distracted.

Her gaze passed through the bamboo shadows, through the courtyard, and through the dappled sunlight scattered across the ground.

It landed on the shirtless boy who was repeatedly ramming into the wooden stake.

He crashed very hard.

Each strike produced a dull thud, like a drum pounding on the heart.

His muscles rippled with his movements, their lines firm and smooth, not the exaggerated kind that comes from deliberate training, but rather the result of countless life-or-death battles and struggles for survival, honed little by little on the edge of life and death.

solid.

powerful.

Yet, it is covered with so many, so many scars.

She secretly glanced up again at the center of the courtyard.

The person was still hitting the car.

a bit.

a bit.

Another one.

Mo Yiyi withdrew her gaze, looked down at her fingers folded on her knees, and two barely noticeable blushes quietly rose on her cheeks.

"It's so beautiful."

The wind blows from deep within the bamboo forest, carrying the astringent scent of grass and trees.

She muttered something under her breath, but she couldn't even hear it herself.

In the distance, a muffled thud was heard, and the wooden stake shook violently once more.

She did not look up again.

But that blush quietly spread to the tips of her ears.