All Gods: I am a master of all professions, who dares to oppose me?

"I'll trouble Mr. Xiahou Wu to contact the fellow martial arts enthusiasts who practiced here before to investigate this matter." Fang Chang broke the tense atmosphere with a few words and made the arrangements for the rest of the trip.

Unbeknownst to them, Fang Chang had already begun to usurp Lu Xuanxin's command.

However, no one cared, because Fang Chang was always able to make decisions on the spot, and his arrangements were always well-organized. Even Lu Xuanxin herself had to admire Fang Chang's wisdom, although there were some things she could have figured out if given a little time.

But Fang Chang could always come up with a solution immediately, as if he had calculated it in advance!

Afterwards, Lu Xuanxin arranged the specific group assignments, and Fang Chang suggested that he could be in a group with Xiahou Wu. Lu Xuanxin initially wanted to refuse, because Xiahou Wu was currently an uncertain factor, and Fang Chang had no obligation to participate in these field operations.

But then he remembered what Fang Chang had told him in prison, and immediately agreed.

The final result was that Fang Chang and Xiahou Wu teamed up to set up surveillance around Tan Jingyao. This was something Fang Chang hadn't expected, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"If you hear any news from Xiahou Wu, be sure to let us know immediately!" Lu Xuanxin said to the head of the party.

Fang Chang nodded, everything was under his control.

Kowloon Art Museum

By the time Fang Chang and Xiahou Wu arrived at the museum, it was already dark. As they parked, Xiahou Wu noticed Fang Chang's hesitant expression and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Officer Fang, how about I drive next time?"

"Oh? Mr. Xiahou Wu found out?" Fang Chang smiled nonchalantly. "I am indeed a composed person."

As long as I am not embarrassed, others are embarrassed!

Steady = A 30-minute journey took an hour and a half!

Xiahou Wu suddenly realized that this clever young police officer might have a side that no one knew about.

At this moment, Fang, who had never touched a car since getting his driver's license, said, "There are countless roads, but safety is the most important!"

This is definitely not some awkward period for new drivers! It's all for safety!

Speaking of which, I don't even have any driving skills. What a terrible stat sheet! Thumbs down!

The guy next door is already an ace driver!

back to the front.

On his way here, Xiahou Wu used the information provided by the police to call and greet each of his former defeated adversaries.

Finally, it was learned that Tan Jingyao was indeed the "King of Northern Legs" in this generation.

Right now, this "King of Northern Legs" is preparing his art exhibits at the museum. Even as he stood at the museum entrance, Fang Chang still felt it was somewhat outrageous.

A person who has mastered martial arts to the point of becoming the King of Northern Legs is also a part-time artist, and an artist who can even hold exhibitions at the Kowloon Art Museum!

Let's think about the other experts:

A boxing champion turns to the underworld, a master of grappling opens a small tattoo shop, a weapon master sells stir-fried noodles on the roadside, and a martial arts expert drives a truck to make a living...

Even the word "miserable" couldn't be broken down enough to describe the plight of these people...

Originally, the entire team was supposed to converge on Tan Jingyao's side for a stakeout and arrest. However, Lu Xuanxin decided to leave some people behind to stay with the other six. Lu Xuanxin was still somewhat worried about Xiahou Wu.

After all, compared to the original storyline, the current situation is all based on Xiahou Wu's side of the story, and there is no conclusive evidence to prove that Xiahou Wu's judgment is necessarily correct.

Fang Chang and Xiahou Wu entered the museum and arrived at Tan Jingyao's exhibition hall, where they hid in a corner.

They had already spoken to Tan Jingyao beforehand. Now all they had to do was bait the hook and wait for Feng Yuxiu to take the bait.

On the massive plaster skull, Tan Jingyao carefully tapped and pounded, pondering the artwork that Fang Chang couldn't understand.

Fang Chang and Xiahou Wu squatted behind a black cloth and swallowed the last bite of toast with mineral water.

"If the murderer shows up later, I'll stay here and keep watch. Mr. Xiahou Wu, go up and take him down. Is that alright?" Fang Chang lowered his voice and whispered.

Xiahou Wu nodded solemnly. Although he hadn't practiced martial arts for three years and his strength wasn't what it used to be, he was still capable of taking down Feng Yuxiu with Tan Jingyao's help!

Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind:

"More than ten years ago, there was a man named Tan Jingyao whose leg techniques were famous throughout Asia. He was recognized as the number one master of leg techniques. Unfortunately, he actually withdrew from the martial arts world and went to become an artist."

Fang Chang's heart tightened. "They're here!"

After Feng Yuxiu finished reciting his lines, he silently slid down the steel cable hanging in the exhibition hall and stood steadily on the skull!

Xiahou Wu also stood at attention, like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, his body slightly hunched, ready to strike.

The enormous white skull began to sway erratically. Feng Yuxiu clasped his hands in a fist salute and uttered his classic line:

"Junior Feng Yuxiu! I've come specifically to learn from you. Today, we'll determine who is superior and decide our fate!"

Under the stark white spotlight, Feng Yuxiu's scarred face looked exceptionally terrifying.

Tan Jingyao glanced at Feng Yuxiu's legs; one leg was higher than the other, but his lower body was very stable. He thought to himself, "He's a skilled fighter!"

Having long known that this man was a murderer, Tan Jingyao did not believe he could defeat him, but at this moment he was more concerned about the work beneath his feet.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Let's talk about it downstairs!" After saying that, she glanced at Feng Yuxiu's feet, worried that he might step on her precious item.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuxiu tilted his head slightly, stomped his feet, and the steel cables on the skull snapped instantly, scattering in all directions!

He used the force to leap into the air, slamming his feet hard onto the remaining parts of the skull statue.

"Can we start now?"

The immense force caused the skull statue to shake violently, while the two people on it remained as steady as rocks, as if they were standing on solid ground.

A murderous glint flashed in Tan Jingyao's eyes. Did he really think he was easy to bully after not making a move for several years?

At this point, he didn't care about any arrest plan anymore. Taking down the other party wouldn't delay the arrest!

Tan Jingyao leaped into the air, his left leg lashing down like a whip. Feng Yuxiu dodged to the side, turned around, and unleashed his own whip kick!

Bang!

The two exchanged blows, each taking a step back.

After a tentative exchange, Tan Jingyao's anger intensified.

Martial artists are naturally vigorous and competitive, especially someone like Tan Jingyao who reigns supreme. Not only did the opponent come to his door, shamelessly forcing him to fight, but the real problem was that the opponent only used leg techniques and was evenly matched with him?!

His competitive spirit, dormant for over a decade, began to beat again. "Then let me see what makes you so confident in challenging me!"

Tan Jingyao spoke slowly, emphasizing the words "I am alone." Hearing this, Xiahou Wu, who was about to make a move, stopped abruptly.

Martial artists are all incredibly confident, and Tan Jingyao was clearly confident he wouldn't lose to Feng Yuxiu. As for Xiahou Wu's silence—whether it was to help Tan Jingyao or if he had other plans—that remains unknown!