Fanatic!

Chapter 141 Young Genius
"Where did you two come from?" Chen Wujun asked casually as he sat down in his chair.

“East Tenth District…” The Duan brothers’ arrogance had diminished considerably, and their gazes toward Chen Wujun were much more respectful.

Chen Wujun raised his eyebrows.

Ah Yue was smuggled into the country from the East 10th District.

"Why have you switched to practicing new techniques?"

After the two exchanged a few words, Chen Wujun finally understood. Firstly, it was because practicing the old technique was slow, and secondly, the two did not know how to cultivate Qi, so they could only switch to practicing the new technique.

Methods like Qi cultivation are not known to everyone.

Most practitioners of traditional martial arts only know how to train their bodies.

Moreover, they practiced the old techniques without using magnetic crystals for assistance, resulting in extremely slow progress. It was completely different from what Chen Wujun practiced.

Therefore, they eventually switched to practicing new techniques. The two of them had a good talent for this, but due to their impoverished lives, they couldn't even afford the Firefly Ointment, let alone magnetic field crystals, so their cultivation speed was slow.

'I've always thought that masters of traditional techniques are rare, but now it seems I've misunderstood them.' Chen Wujun pondered to himself after figuring it out.

"Master Zhou Qingchuan's kung fu, with its stance training like 'Old Bear Embracing a Tree' and 'White Crane Probing a Branch,' each has a very clear purpose: paving the way for what comes next. In fact, while practicing these skills, the path to the later stages is already being laid."

"Moreover, these skills are the specialty of those unparalleled masters who dominate their regions. These individuals possess a vision and knowledge far beyond that of ordinary people, and these skills incorporate new techniques, directly targeting the core principles."

'Ordinary practitioners of traditional martial arts have no access to these skills, and many are even unaware of methods for cultivating Qi. Furthermore, they don't need crystals to aid their training… they rely entirely on arduous practice to gradually transform their bodies, resulting in naturally slow progress…'

'Come to think of it, I really did have a good mentor.'

'Compared to the old techniques of the Huayan people, the Qi observation methods of the Luoyue people are widely spread, and many Luoyue masters know them.'

'Furthermore, Ah Wei's family has a very comprehensive lineage of Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts), and they also have methods for cultivating Qi...'

Before leaving the martial arts school, Chen Wujun first measured his height and weight. He is now 1.8 meters tall and weighs 246 kilograms.

'No wonder Sister Shark Nine doesn't seem as tall lately...'

He grew 10 centimeters in the past year and a half, which made him feel even better.

He felt he could still grow a little longer.

'He should at least be taller than Sister Shark... otherwise, he'd be shorter than a woman, and it'd be embarrassing to go out like that.'

“Brother Jun…” Li Wei found an opportunity, his expression hesitant. He really wanted to ask Chen Wujun whether the Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover and the Master’s Three Bows were passed down from Deng Yuan… and what had become of Deng Yuan.

His family was considered a former subordinate of Deng Yuan, and originally they were quite prominent.

Later, Deng Yuan disappeared, and the Federation sent experts to suppress the Eastern Seventh District, wiping out many of Deng Yuan's former subordinates.

The Li family scattered and fled; their branch now has only about 30 people, and life is very difficult.

"I have something to ask, but I don't know if I should?" Chen Wujun glanced at him.

If you're unsure whether you should ask a question, then you shouldn't ask it!

He could guess what Li Wei wanted to ask, but he didn't want to say. Who knew what Deng Yuan was involved in?

It's definitely not a small matter.

He didn't even have time to sever ties.

His words made Li Wei begin to have some guesses.

……

West Embankment, in a villa in Shoutian District.

Lin Baozhu opened the file bag and took out several documents and a videotape.

"Chen Wujun, born in the city walled city... He started practicing martial arts after graduating from middle school, and has only been practicing for a year... a year and a half?" Lin Baozhu raised her eyebrows, slightly taken aback.

"He's only been training for a year and a half and he's already this good?"

Thinking back to the young man she met that day, and how he could grind hard pebbles into powder with his hands like millstones, Lin Baozhu found it unbelievable that such a person had only been practicing martial arts for a year and a half.

You should know that she has been practicing boxing for five or six years, but compared to her opponent, it's like night and day.

Lin Baozhu suddenly realized that she had no talent for martial arts...

"Ruthless personality, brutal fighting style, fellow disciple of Shark Nine, master is Zhou Qing... Further details unknown..."

"With such high talent, he's a young genius." Lin Baozhu no longer cared much about the other information. Chen Wujun had only been practicing martial arts for a year and a half, yet his strength had become so formidable. Such a young genius was indeed worth recruiting.

However, upon closer inspection, there are also materials about Shark Nine, though not as detailed as those about Chen Wujun.

Shark Nine's real name is Ma Qiwen... The new leader of the group, age 26, acts domineeringly and uses ruthless methods... Her strength is unknown, Lin Jianxin's death is suspected to be related to her, and her kung fu may have reached a superb level...

The information only suggested that Lin Jianxin's death was related to Shark Nine, but Lin Baozhu was certain that it was related to her.

"At 26 years old, they have mastered kung fu to an extraordinary level. How come their entire lineage is full of geniuses... and they are all ruthless and vicious..." Lin Baozhu was curious about what kind of master could teach such disciples.

A moment later, Lin Baozhu sat on the sofa, and a martial arts competition was playing on the television.

Apart from the arena, the rest of the venue was dimly lit, indicating that it was a warehouse filled with shipping containers, with people sitting on each container.

Lin Baozhu was very interested in this scene, feeling it had a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world).

She had never been exposed to it before, but she practiced martial arts and had a lot of imagination about the martial arts world, so she found this scene very interesting.

On the ring, a young man used a side-hand chop to stab his opponent under the armpit, tearing off a chunk of flesh as he pulled it out. Then, with a swipe of his hands, he gouged out his opponent's eyeballs, leaving the ring covered in blood.

Seeing this scene, Lin Baozhu got goosebumps all over her body; the fighting in the martial arts world was far more brutal than she had imagined.

Finally, on the ring, the young man stabbed his opponent in the neck with both hands and slammed his knee into the opponent's chest. The opponent crashed into the wire fence and hung there, the wire embedded in his flesh, almost being cut off.

"It really is brutal... But in the arena, it's a matter of life and death, so it's not too brutal. As long as you can survive, that's all that matters." Lin Baozhu turned off the TV and took a while to calm herself down, lost in thought.

To become so formidable after only a year and a half of martial arts training—this young master is definitely someone I want to befriend and bribe.

If the other party gets beaten to death one day, that's fine. But if they survive, they'll become a great master in a few years or ten years.

She's now somewhat hoping the other person will contact her.

……

Three days later, at 5:30 p.m., a row of henchmen in suits stood in front of the Grand Wah Restaurant on Nathan Road.

Cars pulled up at the restaurant, and all sorts of people got out, glanced around, and then went inside.

Among them are some well-known wealthy individuals from Huayan, all of whom had previous dealings with Hetu.

However, those wealthy people, mindful of their status, wouldn't come here; at most, they'd send a representative. "You two, don't just stand there. Go sit over there. I brought you here today to broaden your horizons..." Chen Wujun, dressed in a red suit, instructed the Duan brothers. Even in suits, the two brothers still reeked of being country bumpkins.

"Ah Fei, take them there."

"Mr. Li, welcome, welcome! Sister Shark Nine will be so happy to see you!"

"Sister Shark Nine is inside now, she'll be out in a bit."

"I heard you've been promoted to hall master. You're so promising at such a young age. Congratulations! Why didn't you send me an invitation before? That was too formal."

"Next time, next time for sure." Chen Wujun chuckled as he escorted a wealthy businessman inside.

At Xinye's funeral hall, he met many people through Shark Nine.

As more and more people came in, Shark Nine also came out.

The people behind them are all important figures, such as the leaders of various gangs.

Even Ma Dong, the leader of Li Dong, brought his five generals with him.

Today, Hetu New Headquarters is having a banquet, so of course they have to come. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful and a public slap in the face.

At the same time, they would discuss matters after the banquet. On the one hand, they would reiterate the previous ownership of the territory with Shark Nine and try to find out Shark Nine's thoughts. On the other hand, they would discuss the magnetic field crystals, such as which gang would receive how much each month and at what price.

Not only did they come, but gangs from several other cities also sent people, such as the Sanhuan Gang of Da Luo and the Xionglong Gang of Xi Di, who also sent important figures.

Chen Wujun, dressed in dark blue trousers, a white shirt, and a red suit, accompanied Shark Nine to meet people from various gangs as the new leader of Hetu. He was full of vigor and high spirits.

And people have paid much more attention to Chen Wujun's attitude.

"This guy rose to power so quickly!" He Yong's Chen Biao sat in his chair, turned to look at Chen Wujun, and said with a smirk.

"He has a powerful backer, which has boosted his status," Mad Dog said disdainfully while picking his nose.

"What do you mean? Am I not good to you?" He Yonglong glared at him.

"You know me, boss, I'm not one to hold back my words," Mad Dog said with a grin, unconcerned.

It was almost 7 p.m. when everyone had arrived, but the banquet hadn't started yet. Seven or eight tall, strong men and women in suits walked in from outside. Most of them were foreigners, with only two Chinese.

Upon seeing this group of people, the restaurant immediately quieted down, with many people looking on with expressions of amusement.

These people are from the special operations department.

Chen Wujun didn't have a good impression of these people, and walked straight over: "You vicious dogs have come knocking on our door. What are you doing here?"

"Chen Wujun, the Nine-Headed Horse of Shark." The middle-aged man leading the group glanced at Chen Wujun with a hint of condescending regret:
"What a pity! At such a young age, he has such a bright future ahead of him, but he insists on going down a crooked path."

"What bright future? Why don't you tell me?" Chen Wujun's temper flared up upon hearing this, and he mocked, "You don't mean I'll be a dog like you, do you?"

"Kid, don't be so arrogant. You think we can't catch you? Believe me, we'll send you to jail!" A haughty white man stepped forward and sneered.

"Tsk tsk, you need evidence to arrest people. I've always abided by the law, so what grounds do you have to arrest me?" Chen Wujun sneered, a fierce glint in his eyes.

The middle-aged man leading the group looked past Chen Wujun and at Shark Nine, who was walking over. He spoke with a condescending tone, "Shark Nine, I'm not here to cause you trouble today. I'm here to support you as the new leader of Hetu."

"It just so happens that the leaders of all the gangs in Guanfuchang are here. Let me introduce myself. I am Darren Anderson, the leader of Special Task Force Three. We'll be dealing with each other frequently from now on, so you'd better remember me."

"I hope all of you Huayan gangs will behave yourselves and not cause trouble. Whoever causes trouble, I will arrest them!"

"Including you, Shark Nine, the Walled City is not a lawless place!"

"Finished? I thought you were going to enter the stronghold!" Shark Nine smiled.

Darren glanced at Shark Nine and smiled, "You never know, he might actually go."

Upon hearing this, Shark Nine's smile widened, but a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

The walled city is the walled city's private territory, and even federal police cannot enter it.

"A collaboration is always welcome!"

"Alright, we just came here today to say hello. Now that we've said our hello, we should leave. But I still want to remind you, you can hold your banquet here, but don't cause any trouble."

After Darren finished speaking, he left with his men.

Shark Nine watched Darren and his group's retreating figures with a flickering gaze before turning back to the main table and scanning the room with his eyes: "I hope I haven't spoiled your fun."

Thank you all for coming today.

"No need to say anything else, I'll make the decisions regarding future collaborations, and the overall direction will remain the same. If we're friends, we can all work together."

There's still half a sentence left unsaid: it's from the enemy, we'll deal with that after tonight.

After Shark Nine finished speaking briefly, applause immediately broke out around him. Then, Chen Wujun, Elephant, Gao Lao, and Guan Laosan all took wine glasses and accompanied Shark Nine to toast at the tables of several major gangs.

First, we went to Sitiao, Sida, Heyong, Heyi, Fuyishe, Hongleshe, and also Xionglong, Sanhuan, and Jingyi from out of town. We exchanged a few pleasantries at each table before finally arriving at Lidong.

Huolong and Wenlong were already dissatisfied with Shajiu, and the fact that Shajiu arrived at Lidong's table last only made them even more resentful.

Wenlong was a bit better, but Huolong was just hanging directly on his face.

Shark Nine's gaze fell on Ma Dong, and he smiled and said, "Thank you all for coming to support us today."

"The new leader of Hetu is so powerful, he can beat the hall master to death, and Sheng Sha didn't even dare to fart... How dare we not come to support him?" Huo Long said sarcastically from the side.

Upon hearing this, Wenlong muttered to himself, "He's more trouble than he's worth!"

Shark Nine didn't even glance at Fire Dragon; he just stared at Ma Dong.

"Fire Dragon, I haven't even had a chance to settle the score with you for trying to assassinate me. We'll settle it properly after today!" Chen Wujun looked at Fire Dragon, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

He still hasn't settled the score with the fire dragon over the matter of life and death.

If it weren't for the banquet where the new leader of Hetu was facing the entire martial arts world, he would have killed the Fire Dragon right now.

"Such a boastful tone..." the fire dragon sneered.

"Fire Dragon!" Ma Dong said in a deep voice, and Fire Dragon reluctantly shut up.

"Shark Nine, we're here to support you, not to cause trouble." Ma Dong stood up, raised his glass, and clinked it with Shark Nine's.

Shark Nine then drank the wine in his glass with a smile, turned around and went to another table, as if nothing had happened.

Before leaving, Chen Wujun glanced at the fire dragon, thinking that when he got back he would have someone investigate the fire dragon's whereabouts... and then go and kill it.

And Wenlong.

(End of this chapter)