Let the true energy circulate for a while

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At the Xianglong Prince Hotel, Zhao Zihao drank half a bottle of foreign liquor and seemed like a completely different person.

His previous composure vanished completely, and his mouth started slurring.

"Brother, I'm Zhao Zihao, nicknamed 'Tyrannosaurus' in Los Angeles. Three years ago, in that old geezer's underground boxing ring in Malcolm, I killed a foreign bastard!"

Wu Tianming asked in surprise, "Really? Los Angeles is that chaotic?"

Zhao Zihao's triangular eyes were already slightly blurry. He poured himself a full glass, downed it in one gulp, and said with a thick slur:

"Sigh, that foreign guy is the senator's illegitimate son. I had no choice but to return to China to develop my career!"

Wu Tianming regretted toasting him. How could this guy have such a poor alcohol tolerance? His behavior while drunk was also terrible; he'd gone a bit too far with his boasting. That wasn't what the introducer had said!

"Which legislator?"

Zhao Zihao shook his head and shouted, "Does that matter? It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm back! I'm back in China!" He patted his chest forcefully and said confidently, "Brother, I won't ask why, I'll just give you the result. Chen Ye, I'll cripple him for you! I'll break one of his arms, how about that?"

Wu Tianming pulled out a tissue and wiped his sweat.

Zhao Zihao held up five fingers. "Money! Let's settle for one price, 50! Or how about this, I'll kill him, and you give me 100 million."

"No, really, no need."

Wu Tianming gave his secretary a wink, and the secretary went out and hurriedly went to ask the waiter for hangover soup or something.

Zhao Zihao suddenly said, "Would you believe me if I jumped off a building?"

Wu Tianming stared wide-eyed.

"Do you believe me that I had a dozen or so black guys with machetes chase me for over ten blocks?"

I believe you.

Zhao Zihao poured himself another drink.

"I've driven a tank, have you?"

Wu Tianming quickly pressed his hand down and said with a smile, "Let's have some tea. Drinking too much alcohol is bad for your brain."

"I started drinking when I was three, and I got my cousin drunk when I was nine... Do you believe I could become Chen Ye tonight?"

Wu Tianming stood up, walked towards the exit of the private room, waved, and two waiters went in.

He walked all the way to the railing of the hotel's observation deck and made a phone call.

Wu Tianming: "Hey Lao Liu, is this Zhao Zihao you introduced reliable? He's been drinking and he's acting like an idiot."

A Mandarin voice with a Cantonese accent came through the phone: "Mr. Wu, that's nothing. Zhao Zihao has this problem with drinking, don't worry about it, he's very good at it."

"Let me tell you, we've known each other for ages, and he hasn't even had that much to drink. Give me a heads-up, did he really fight in underground boxing matches in Los Angeles?"

"Old Wu, I only introduced Zhao Zihao to you because of Director Qi. He's nicknamed Tyrannosaurus Rex in Los Angeles, he's really fierce."

"Okay, alright, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Beep. Wu Tianming hung up the phone with some skepticism, lit a cigarette, and felt that this person was a bit unreliable.

About ten minutes later, Wu Tianming returned to the private room and found that Zhao Zihao was gone, and two waiters were sweeping the floor.

Where are they?

"I'm gone."

"When did you leave?"

"Just left."

Wu Tianming quickly walked to the window and looked down.

They found Zhao Zihao punching a tree near the hotel's open-air parking lot, bang bang! He was punching it hard, while a security guard was trying to stop him and another was on the phone.

Wu Tianming shook his head. "This person is absolutely unusable; he's a bit mentally unstable."

He took out his phone and dialed again.

"Old Liu, you tricked me!"

"What is it now, my Mr. Wu?"

"Refund my agency fee!"

"That's against the rules!"

"Fuck your mother, give me my money back!"

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Tonight, Chen Jianbin was unusually quiet, wearing only shorts, sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing meditation.

"Dad, aren't you going out tonight?" Chen Ye asked.

Chen Jianbin sighed: "Let's talk about it when our new clothes arrive."

Chen Ye asked, "How have you been feeling lately?"

"Although I still don't have any true qi, I feel my body is full of power! Go to sleep, I'm going to cultivate."

Chen Ye was a little worried and instructed, "You have to eat one bite at a time, and you can't rush your training. You should also go to bed early."

Chen Jianbin closed his eyes, formed a hand seal, and slowly spoke: "It's all fate. Your mother isn't home lately; this is an opportunity God has given me, and I must cherish it!"

Actually, there's another important reason: since the "Black Dog Hero" incident, several blind spots in the city's surveillance system have been repaired, especially those near their residential area.

Chen Jianbin attended a meeting today and learned of this news, feeling somewhat frustrated.

"Son, you should go to bed early too."

Chen Ye closed the bedroom door and said nothing more.

After he finished washing up, he lay in bed, tossing and turning.

He thought a lot about it, and what Ouyang Zhaoming said during the day touched him deeply.

I was reminded of a conversation I had with two old men in a mental hospital. I didn't quite understand the technical terms they used, but it was definitely confirmed.

Ouyang Zhaoming and Chen Ye were close friends despite their age difference. When Chen Ye met him, the old man had already become obsessed with cultivating immortality.

Unable to sleep, Chen Ye simply sat up, put on his clothes, and pushed open the door to his father's bedroom. He found Chen Jianbin sitting cross-legged on the bed, head down, nodding off, asleep.

Chen Ye smiled helplessly, gently laid his father down, and covered him with a blanket.

Then I went out.

It's past 9 p.m., and the night market in Xincheng is still bustling. The food street is brightly lit, and there are popular singers carrying guitars, weaving among the customers at the night market stalls. There are also beggars with QR codes around their necks, asking for money from one person to another.

In the past, people there mostly worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. Nine o'clock in the evening seemed to be the most energetic time for a city!

Further ahead is a rather high-end hotel in the area, the Xianglong Prince Hotel.

Chen Ye sat on the flower bed across the street from the hotel, drinking cola and watching the bustling traffic.

At this moment, he noticed a few people at the hotel entrance. One of them was pointing at him. He was a burly man who looked very strong, with triangular eyes and short hair.

He walked over from across the street, stopped by the flower bed, looked him up and down, and reeked of alcohol.

"You're Chen Ye?"

"Who are you?"

Zhao Zihao extended his hand. "I've seen your videos online. Hello, my name is Zhao Zihao."

Chen Ye politely extended his hand, and the two hands clasped together. Zhao Zihao squeezed hard, but found that the other party did not react at all.

"You're more interesting than I thought."

Chen Ye sensed that the other party was deliberately increasing the pressure to test him, so he also gripped his fist tightly to retaliate.

Zhao Zihao let out a strange cry, quickly pulled his hand back, shook it, and revealed a fierce look in his eyes.

"There's a fight club over on East Street. I know the owner. Shall we go there and train?"

Chen Ye frowned slightly.

Zhao Zihao said loudly, "This is a main street, there are cameras everywhere, we'd be hesitant to fight. Do you dare come with me to the East Street Club?"

Chen Ye ignored him and strode away.

Zhao Zihao chased after him, the wind blowing and the effects of the alcohol taking hold.

"Hey, weren't you pretty good at fighting in your videos?"

Chen Ye walked quickly to a small alley around the corner. This was a place he and his father used to frequent. His father had told him that the security cameras here were just for show and were broken.

Zhao Zihao followed closely, yelling, "Hey, do you even have any balls?"

"Damn, are you mute? You're a brat who was born of a mother but didn't learn anything from her."

Chen Ye's figure stopped, and he struck out with a backhand palm strike from a distance—

True Qi Released Externally!

Zhao Zihao was sent flying backward, crashing into a trash can. His body slid slowly down the wall, leaving a pool of blood behind, and he died instantly.

A beggar standing in the corner was startled and cried out, "A ghost!!" He jumped up and ran away in a panic.

Chen Ye finished his practice and turned to leave.

The roadside camera, already repaired, was lit up with a red dot, recording the entire process. It was the latest model with high-definition night vision!

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