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Chapter 74 Hey, this is what you call professional!

Upon hearing that a respectable young man was coming, Chen Ping'an should have been happy.

But it would take another 15 minutes for the good family to arrive. If we waited for them, we could go into the manor to rescue the children and then chase after Mark and the others.

They really take themselves way too seriously.

How can you be sure you can still catch up?

After all, he still didn't know where the three cars Mark and his team were tracking were taking the children.

Everything is unknown.

If you're lucky, the other party's destination is still in Los Angeles, or even in California. But what if they go through states?

If it involves traveling across states and provinces, it will be troublesome once you're on a plane. How are Mark or the people from Fuqing supposed to follow along?

At that point, those children will only have one fate.

Chen Ping'an's cheeks bulged as he gritted his teeth in thought.

Could it be that I could ignore the opportunity to rescue those children in time just for some worthless mission?

That's absolutely impossible!

The manor can wait, but Mark and the others really can't wait any longer.

Having made up his mind, Chen Ping'an turned to Deng Chun and asked, "You have a son?"

Despite his advanced age, Deng Chun is still a novice. Even though he lacks formal education, his decades of experience in the underworld have given him the ability to apply knowledge to new situations.

When Chen Ping'an suddenly asked the question, his heart started beating very fast and very erratically.

Although his heart was pounding like a drum, Deng Chun's answer showed no sign of panic: "I do have a son who didn't join me in the martial arts world. He's been studying since he was a child and is exceptionally intelligent."

Three years ago, he enrolled at UCLA to study medicine. He plans to open a clinic in Chinatown in the future, charging lower fees to the Chinese community.

It must be said that the white paper fan, which has been around for decades, really does speak volumes.

Regardless of whether the claim that the hospital charges lower fees for treating Chinese patients is true or not, it at least sounds pleasant and agreeable!

After saying this, Deng Chun, who was nearly fifty years old, waited expectantly for Chen Ping'an's next words like a child.

"The opportunity I made is to enter Ping'an Town and learn the Golden Bell and Iron Shirt techniques."

I believe you didn't seize this opportunity for yourself, but for your son, right?

"May I?"

Deng Chun's hand trembled slightly, not surprised that the other party had guessed his intentions.

Although she knew it was impolite, she still stared at the young man opposite her, wanting to hear his answer.

He'll be 50 by Chinese New Year, what need does he have for invincible shields and iron shirts?

It's all because of this son!

America is dangerous, and it's even more dangerous for parents like his son who are involved in gangs.

Who knows, one day you might walk out of the school gate and get shot dead. Which of the gang leaders in Chinatown hasn't seen this kind of thing enough?

Even if he were killed, the official American classification would be nothing more than a gang feud.

You can't even find his proper name in the newspaper.

He didn't want his son to end up like that. Until he saw Lin Zhiyong's invincible shield, he could only tell his son to stay away from gangs as much as possible, study hard, get into a good university, and then become a doctor or a lawyer.

But even that's not foolproof.

But when I saw Lin Zhiyong's Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield, he was impervious to swords and spears!

He saw with his own eyes that the bullet only left a mark when it hit his forearm.

The guns were all their own at the time; there was no room for faking it.

Lin Zhiyong's height increased to nearly 1.9 meters in a short period of time, which he witnessed firsthand.

This is absolutely genuine!

This is why Deng Chun is so attentive today. Otherwise, why would a mere Bai Zhishan from the Fuqing Gang need to call himself a disciple in front of a young man in his early twenties?

Even if you are a Taoist practitioner!

Faced with Deng Chun's earnest gaze, pleading for confirmation, Chen Ping'an nodded: "Okay!"

Chen Ping'an certainly didn't possess anything like the Golden Bell Cover or Iron Shirt.

However, the newly acquired Divine Body Refining Technique, when practiced to a deeper level, naturally produces effects similar to the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt.

The system even added a scroll with an image of Thor for visualization, to be used in conjunction with the Divine Strike Body Refinement Technique.

Without this, if someone like Deng Chun were granted a place to study under Xuanwu and Guan Gong, his son would definitely want to worship Guan Gong to practice martial arts.

Oops—this might cause a problem!

Just like the Hongmen, if their members had the opportunity to learn, they would also worship Guan Yu.

The problem is that the Yellow Turban Army and Guan Yu seem to be enemies. What if the Yellow Turban Army's martial arts training techniques don't work well with Guan Yu?

Moreover, during the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Guan Yu was still alive even though he was slaughtered by the Yellow Turban soldiers!

Using the Yellow Turban Army's divine fighting techniques to worship Guan Yu and borrow his spirit to train one's body is the same as asking people why Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei didn't worship Guan Yu when they swore their brotherhood in the Peach Garden.

They're all so awful!

Moreover, it's dangerous. What if Guan Yu saw someone practicing the Yellow Turban Army's martial arts and cleaved them in two with a single stroke of his sword?

Wow, that's a great visual!

Now, because he remains true to his original aspiration and values ​​saving lives more than his mission, the Taiping Heavenly Book recognizes this character and has given him an additional reward.

In addition to the original method of divine training, an image of the Thunder God was added for visualization.

The Great Han Dynasty's Thunder God!

It is different from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and also different from the Yao, Shun, Yu, and Tang periods.

Legend has it that before Gongsun Xuanyuan, also known as the Yellow Emperor, was born, his mother conceived him after stepping on a large footprint in Leize.

And Leize is the abode of the god of thunder.

The thunder god during the Yao, Shun, Yu, and Tang periods had a human head and a dragon's body, and his voice was like thunder.

By the Han Dynasty, Lei Gong's appearance had changed. At this time, the only reward given by the Taiping Heavenly Book was a picture of a strong man beating a drum.

Ancient books from the Han Dynasty record that Lei Gong was a strongman with a handsome appearance and the strength to move mountains. He drove a drum cart in the clouds, and when he struck the drum, the thunder roared for thousands of miles.

This visualization of the Thunder God did not yet depict the later image of Lei Zhenzi, the Thunder God, with wings on his back, prominent horns, and a mouth like a bird's beak.

He was a handsome guy, tall, strong, and dashing.

Even in the Ming Dynasty, after the emergence of novels like Investiture of the Gods, the main deities of the Thunder Department in the novel world could only be upright people like Grand Tutor Wen Zhong.

With the Divine Strike Body Refining Technique, and the Great Han Thunder God's visualization and cultivation of Divine Strike, it should be no worse than the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt.

Upon receiving Chen Ping'an's confirmation, Deng Chun instantly perked up, unable to suppress the smile on his lips: "Whatever the Master wishes me to do, please give the order, and I will have no objection!"

Chen Ping'an didn't stand on ceremony; since he had promised an opportunity, he naturally expected the other party to show the same sincerity.

"When your son's classmates arrive, they will attack Edward Manor. All of you dozen or so people will join in."

Also, have your men stop those four children over there!

"Okay! I'll listen to the real person."

It seems Deng Chun had made preparations in advance; after all, his son had brought his classmates, so how could he possibly not attend?

Even if Chen Ping'an hadn't said anything, he would still have gone up.

He waved to signal someone to get to work, and someone behind him was already looking for a telephone line with scissors.

There were also four other people, each holding some kind of device, reaching out to touch the four corners of the manor.

"Those are signal jammers!"

Deng Chun explained: "These estates are usually located away from the mainstream because they are used for doing dirty things."

We can fire shots, even if a grenade explodes, without fear of anyone hearing it.

But this is modern society; for these wealthy people, their businesses can be accessed by the Los Angeles police with just one phone call.

"But now, we'll cut off his phone line first, and then surround the estate with signal jammers as much as possible."

I can't make calls from my phone either.

As long as we keep our hands and feet clean, we can make sure that everyone in this manor disappears without a sound!

In the end, it can only be considered a missing person case!

Judging from his words, it was like he was doing it all by heart; he must have done it countless times before.

To be honest, this was something Chen Ping'an had never thought of. Logically speaking, attacking another estate in America should have been something he and Lin Zhiyong could handle alone.

They're not keeping things secret. Do they think the American police are just a bunch of charlatans?

He brought the person along on a whim.

Fortunately, after Deng Chun joined the team, wow—that's what you call professional!