Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

When Wen Liangong saw that it was Chen An'an, he chuckled inwardly, 'This cousin isn't bad.' Then he gave a greasy smile and said, 'It's me. I didn't expect you to have grown up so much, cousin. Where's your uncle?'

"I wonder where he's gone." Chen An'an already knew that her father was not dead, but she felt that the funeral hall had been set up for nothing and so much money had been wasted.

"Well, An'an, how could you say that about your uncle?" Wen Liangong gently scolded.

"What's wrong with saying this? He pretended to be dead himself, making me cry for two days." Chen An'an harbored resentment towards Chen Muchen, and then asked, "He's not here now, are you staying here, or what?"

"Well, if he's not here, I'll be leaving now. The escort agency will be leaving the capital tomorrow, so I can't stay any longer." Wen Liangong smiled somewhat awkwardly, glancing at Sheng Yayu from time to time.

Although Zhang San Niang, Huang Rong, and Liu Ruoxin were all beautiful, he still believed in love at first sight.

Sheng Yayu felt it and instantly got goosebumps. This person looked young and quite handsome, but why did he feel so greasy?

As the curtain moved, Lin Zhu made her final appearance.

Upon seeing this, Wen Liangong felt as if the whole world had brightened up. His feelings for Sheng Yayu instantly cooled, but his heart pounded for Lin Zhu.

'Wait, do such people really exist in this world?'

"Pfft! Hahaha!" Sheng Yayu couldn't help but laugh, putting his hand on Huang Rong's shoulder, his head down, his body trembling.

It turns out she wasn't averse to smiling; she just seemed somewhat self-conscious because of her leg disability.

But since he was able to run and jump, he has become much more cheerful and outgoing.

"Sister Yayu, what's wrong with you?" Huang Rong asked curiously.

Zhang San Niang understood, realizing that Sheng Ya Yu must have heard the inner thoughts of the greasy man in front of her.

She didn't need to listen to know why.

'Another one!'

I wanted to laugh, but I had to hold it in.

Lin Zhu understood Wen Liangong's gaze and spoke through sound waves, saying, "I'm a man, a real man."

The sound went straight to his brain, startling Wen Liangong so much that he trembled three times. He then looked at Lin Zhu with disbelief, 'A man? How is that possible? There's no man in the world more handsome than me.'

But he dared not say it aloud; such a method of sound transmission, such sound waves, were not something he could afford to provoke.

He's a womanizer, he's a ladies' man, but he's self-aware.

They also understand that people with such strength disdain hiding their gender.

He swayed slightly, scratching at the soles of his shoes, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Well, cousin, I'll be going now."

Actually, Lin Zhu didn't dislike Wen Liangong; his philandering was nothing unusual.

But I find it disgusting that he's holding onto his feelings for him; just thinking about it makes me sick, and I get goosebumps all over.

Then he looked at Zhang San Niang with a hint of anger.

"Oh, dear brother," Zhang San Niang transmitted her voice, "I'll come to your room tonight, okay? Don't be angry!"

Lin Zhu's eyes lit up. "That's a good idea," she said. "You said it."

'I said it.'

The two understood each other without saying a word.

"Are you leaving already? Why don't you stay for lunch?" Chen An'an still had some basic manners.

Wen Liangong said, "No need, no need. Hehehe, our Chief Escort Tong has already booked a banquet at Zuiyue Tower. It wouldn't be good if I arrived late."

He left, walking ahead.

Lin Zhu and the others followed closely behind, taking the same route.

Wen Liangong was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist looking behind him; there were too many beautiful women, and he couldn't help it, so he quickened his pace.

Without noticing, I bumped into someone.

"Young man, you need to watch where you're going!" said a middle-aged man dressed in fine silk.

Wen Liangong looked up. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was an accident. Are you alright?"

"Hey, Pingzhi, weren't you still at home? Why are you out here?" the middle-aged man asked in surprise.

"Um, sir, you must have mistaken me for someone else. My name is Wen Liangong, not Pingzhi," Wen Liangong said with a cautious smile.

"You little rascal, trying to pull this trick on your father again. Come back with me, and stop worrying your mother." As he spoke, the man reached out and grabbed Wen Liangong by the back of his collar.

Wen Liangong turned around and dodged, "Hey, I'm telling you, not only did you mistake me for someone else, but you also started hitting me?"

The man was also surprised to see Wen Liangong dodge. He knew his son's strength and that he would not be able to dodge his attack at all, but how did he manage to dodge it today?

He couldn't help but be delighted and said, "So you think you can fool me just because your martial arts have improved?" He then grabbed at him again, his single hand seemingly capable of overturning the heavens and the earth.

Wen Liangong dodged again, saying, "Sir, if you make another move, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Hey!" The middle-aged man laughed angrily. "I'd like to see how you treat me, kid. You're getting cocky if you're not disciplined for three days! Take this!"

As he spoke, he thrust out with both palms, grabbing at Wen Liangong's shoulders.

Wen Liangong was furious. Not only had he been recognized as someone's son, but they also wanted to beat him. They said that if you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles. He couldn't help but shout, "I'll show you how blind you are! Take this!"

He used his fists like spears, his punches like dragons, to meet the attack head-on.

The two exchanged blows, punching and palming each other, for more than ten moves.

Firstly, his palm techniques are expansive and powerful, skillful yet unpretentious, with each move displaying the style of a master.

One's punches are like dragons, with the fist technique incorporating the essence of spear fighting. The moves are swift and direct, and the transitions between moves are seamless.

They fought to a draw.

The middle-aged man looked at the person in front of him and at the person's boxing style, and then realized that something was wrong. His family's boxing style was not like this.

Even his own son had never learned boxing.

So he thrust out a palm, using the force to retreat, and said, "Wait a moment, young brother, perhaps I have mistaken you for someone else. You and my son look too alike."

"Why are you swearing?" Wen Liangong was getting angry. "What's the point of going around claiming sons everywhere?"

“I misspoke. It is my son who looks too much like you, young man. If you do not believe me, you can come with me to the mansion to see for yourself. It is all a misunderstanding. I am Lin Zhennan, a centurion of the Southern Garrison of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.”

Lin Zhu and the others stopped not far away, having witnessed this scene.

'Another lookalike!'

He became interested; Gong Shu and Lin Pingzhi really did look very alike.

Chapter 98 Strange Encounter with a Lookalike

"Forget it, I don't have time for that. Since it's a misunderstanding, it's better to clear it up." Wen Liangong waved his hand, then bowed respectfully to Lin Zhennan before leaving.

Lin Zhennan said, "Young brother, please wait. May I take my son to meet you? It's quite a coincidence that you look so much like him!"

Wen Liangong thought to himself, 'Could they really be so similar that even I, as their father, could mistake them?' For a moment, he became curious again and said, 'If Lord Lin really wants to come, you can go to Zuiyue Tower. I am on my way there to keep my appointment.'

"Alright, young brother, I'll bring my son over then." Lin Zhennan said, cupping his hands in greeting to Wen Liangong before leaving.

He needed to hurry back and bring Lin Pingzhi over, because the resemblance was too striking, and he suspected that this might be a relative he had lost contact with.

"Could there really be someone who looks that much like them?" Sheng Yayu asked from a distance.

“It really is true.” Lin Zhu, Zhang San Niang, and Huang Rong said in unison, “If you and Wang Yuyan wore the same outfit, you would look exactly alike.”

Huang Rong said, "Doesn't the group have a photo-taking function? Just take a picture and upload it, then you'll know."

"Never mind," Sheng Yayu waved her hand; she wasn't used to that.

Wen Liangong left ahead.

Lin Zhu and the others continued towards the Divine Marquis's Mansion.

Although the Divine Marquis's Mansion is a marquis's mansion, it is still located on the outer perimeter, mainly to facilitate monitoring the overall environment of the capital.

The inner city had four factories—east, west, south, and north—as well as the Northern Garrison of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, which was more than enough to maintain order.

They passed by Zuiyue Tower.

Huang Rong said, "Why don't we go inside and eat, and watch the excitement?"

“I think it’s a good idea.” Zhang San Niang and Sheng Ya Yu’s eyes lit up, and then they went inside.

Jiao Niang happened to be there. When she saw Sheng Yayu come in, she smiled and said, "Yayu, what brings you here? Come on in and have a seat."

"Jiaoniang," Sheng Yayu called softly, then said, "These are all my friends."

Jiao Niang looked over upon hearing the sound. Zhang San Niang was very beautiful, and Huang Rong was both beautiful and adorable.

Finally, there's Lin Zhu, but there's no way to say anything about him.

"Greetings, Jiao Niang!" the three greeted in unison.

"Hello, hello to you all." Jiao Niang said with a charming smile, "You're all so handsome. Come on upstairs, I'll have someone bring you some food."

Having no children of her own, she treated Sheng Yayu as her own daughter and doted on her.

The four of them went upstairs to a private room.

This is the private space of the Shenhou Mansion members at Zuiyue Tower. No matter how many guests there are, it remains empty if no one from the Shenhou Mansion comes.

It is precisely because of the name of the Divine Marquis's Mansion that the Drunken Moon Pavilion is so prosperous.

Three or four private rooms away, the members of the Longmen Escort Agency were having their meal.

One of the most imposing men was Tong Boda, the chief镖头 (bodyguard/escort) of the Longmen镖局 (escort agency). When Lin Zhu saw him, he always felt that this man might have another identity.

Instead of a private room, they booked the entire second-floor hall for a lavish feast, creating a lively atmosphere.

As for whether it will disturb other guests, of course not. This is a restaurant where all kinds of people come and go, and such noise is the norm.

People playing drinking games and drinking are everywhere; they're taking a lower-class approach.

"Do you think Lin Zhennan will come?" Huang Rong looked towards the door with some curiosity.

“It should be true,” Sheng Yayu said. “I’ve heard of him. His grandfather was Lin Yuantu, the Assistant Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. He was a Grandmaster, and his Evil-Repelling Sword Technique was even better than Yu Huatian’s. Moreover, he was the most trustworthy.”

"The Evil-Repelling Sword Technique? Isn't that something eunuchs practice?" Zhang Sanniang asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Hmm!” Sheng Yayu nodded. “So Lin Zhennan’s father, Lin Zhongxiong, was adopted by Lin Yuantu. It is said that he also runs a security escort agency called Fuwei in Fuzhou, the capital of Fujian. Lin Zhennan is not suited for officialdom and is planning to resign and return to Fuzhou to help his father manage the security escort agency.”

"Oh, I see!" Huang Rong nodded.