Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

Tang Long first went to the Public Security Bureau, spent money, and sought a result where the government would not investigate if the people did not file a complaint.

Then they rushed to Wu Tianming's side.

Bull Beverage Events and Activities Operations Department, Xincheng Branch.

Huang Hongxiong was in a heavy mood in the room.

However, his two partners, Wu Tianming and Tang Long, did not seem somber; in fact, they were quite excited.

The office was filled with smoke.

Huang Hongxiong threw a punch at the air, carefully recalling the process of knocking Zhang Baiwei away with a single punch.

At first, he didn't believe that Zhang Baiwei had been beaten into the hospital by him, but after hearing Tang Long's explanation, he had no choice but to believe it.

Tang Long said in a deep voice, "In 1987, Mike Tyson fought Tony Smith in a unification bout. In the sixth round, Tyson landed a powerful hook on Smith's left ribs, breaking two of his ribs on the spot!"

He took out his phone, swiped a few times, and continued reading:

"In 1998, Roy Jones Jr. fought his light heavyweight title defense and landed a powerful right punch on Hill, knocking him out! Post-fight diagnosis revealed that he had broken seven or eight ribs on his left side!"

Wu Tianming added:

"I've heard before that there's a guy named Frank in the underground boxing scene in Chinatown who once shattered a person's skull with his bare hands!"

Tang Long smirked: "It wasn't a bare-handed fight. I was in a frenzy and smashed him with an ashtray. The referee couldn't stop me. Let me tell you, underground boxing has no rules! Gouging out eyes, biting ears, breaking fingers, kicking groins, hitting the back of the head—they'll use any dirty trick! Some of these things you won't see online."

Wu Tianming said, "So, Master Huang has been keeping his abilities hidden all along? If that's the case, I need to change my plan."

Tang Long nodded: "Let Master Huang fight again tomorrow. This time, are we serious?"

Huang Hongxiong quickly said, "No, I'm not that strong, this is too unreal. To be honest, I don't even know how I threw that punch!"

Wu Tianming and Tang Long exchanged a glance and remained silent for a moment.

"I'm willing to give up 10% of my profits to Master Huang."

"I'll also give up 10 points."

Tang Long and Wu Tianming were both seasoned veterans, and they instantly understood Huang Hongxiong's meaning: it was simply a matter of getting a bigger share of the money. Okay!

Huang Hongxiong stood up abruptly. "Gentlemen, please don't do this. I really didn't mean it that way! I need to think about this later."

Seeing that the two bosses remained silent, Huang Hongxiong became anxious. "Was I possessed by a ghost? I really can't throw that punch."

Wu Tianming: "Master Huang's words are quite cryptic."

Huang Hongxiong was covered in sweat. He slammed his fist on the cabinet with a loud bang! The cabinet was completely unharmed. He was in so much pain that he could only shake his hand.

"See, I wasn't lying to you."

Wu Tianming looked displeased: "Master Huang, isn't this a bit ridiculous? Are you saying Zhang Baiwei flew out on his own, or that Boss Tang broke his ribs with a sledgehammer in the ambulance?"

"The hospital's diagnosis report is out, and he's going into surgery tomorrow. You're telling me you didn't do it? This could easily get us from the police station. Seriously, a fight resulting in serious injury—if they prosecute, I wonder how many years he'll get?"

Tang Long was slightly annoyed and said, "Manager Wu, don't scare Master Huang. I've already spoken to them over there; they're all old acquaintances. Don't say things carelessly."

Wu Tianming also felt that his words had been too harsh, and he quickly adjusted his emotions. After all, the three of them had made solemn vows to each other when they first partnered up.

Huang Hongxiong looked distressed as he sat back down in his chair. He, who never smoked, took a cigarette and lit it.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Wu Tianming patted his chest and declared, "I, Wu, bought this manager position; I bought it all to make money!"

"When we organized this event, we had to make arrangements and smooth things over from top to bottom. To put it simply, it wasn't easy for anyone. We were all begging on our knees."

Tang Long sighed, deeply moved, "Who wouldn't want to earn money standing up? These days, you have to kneel down no matter what you do!"

Wu Tianming suddenly raised his voice, stared intently at Huang Hongxiong, and said in a deep voice:

"With Mr. Tang's platform, my resources, and your exceptional skills, combined, can we earn money with dignity?!"

Huang Hongxiong shook his head frantically.

Tang Long was also quite troubled. "Why don't we stick to the plan? Maybe Master Huang has his own reasons."

Huang Hongxiong immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, according to the original plan. To be honest, I just twisted my back a little... ouch..."

Wu Tianming roared, "Stop rambling! Huang Hongxiong, listen to me! I've mortgaged my house, I've already spent all my money, I'm all in! Do you even know what 'all in' means?"

Tang Long tried to smooth things over: "Old Huang, we've known each other for a long time. If you really want a bigger share, just say so. There's no need for us to do this."

Huang Hongxiong: "..."

……

……

the other side.

When Chen Ye returned to the training hall, Gong Rongrong had already woken up.

She sat on the yoga mat, hugging her knees with her hands, her eyes glazed over.

"Miss Rongrong, are you alright?"

Gong Rongrong suddenly turned her head, her whole body trembling, and her little bottom moved back.

"Chen, Chen Ye."

When faced with something they can't understand, people instinctively feel fear, especially someone like Gong Rongrong who gets nauseous on roller coasters, having experienced being thrown more than ten meters away...

The suffocating feeling of being thrown into the air, the wind whistling past her ears, and especially the absurd sensation of her body being held captive by a suction force just before she was about to hit the wall, made her almost unable to believe that this was the real world.

"Can you keep this a secret?" Chen Ye asked sincerely.

"How did you do that?"

"Nothing special, that's true qi."

"True...true qi?"

This training room is shared with hot yoga for women, so there are no security cameras installed.

Unless someone is a pervert who installs a tiny pinhole camera to record videos and sell them online, but those are usually only found in hotels.

Chen Ye drew the curtains and locked the door.

The room became dimly lit.

Chen Ye walked slowly, his entire body radiating true energy. His long hair floated in the still room. He spoke calmly and expressionlessly:

"Can it be kept secret?"

Gong Rongrong's beautiful eyes widened: "Okay, I'll keep it a secret."

"We'll be friends from now on."

"Friend... friend, um, Chen Ye, I'm honored."

"I'm serious."

Gong Rongrong stood up, her expression no longer fearful, her eyes filled with a complex mix of curiosity and sincerity.

"What is true qi? Like in the movies? I want to see it."

Chen Ye thought for a moment, then raised his hand, placed it horizontally on his lower abdomen, and channeled his energy, causing the air in his palm to distort slightly.

"Is this true qi?"

Gong Rongrong narrowed her eyes and stared at Chen Ye's palm. She could vaguely see that the transparent air looked somewhat like the distorted feeling under the high temperature of summer.

"Can it be launched?" Gong Rongrong asked.

Chen Ye struck out with a palm.

"This is called projecting one's true energy!"

A transparent, distorted energy ball flew off, and bang! Seven or eight meters away, a yoga ball shattered into pieces!

Gong Rongrong staggered, the shock of this incident far exceeding her previous experience of being thrown into the air.

She murmured, lost in thought, "Physics no longer exists."

Chen Ye said with a serious expression, "You are the only person besides my parents who knows my secret."

Gong Rongrong said firmly, "I, Gong Rongrong, swear that I will never reveal what happened today without your permission."

Chen Ye smiled and said, "Thank you."

Gong Rongrong forced herself to say, "No, don't be so polite, you're making me a little scared."

She tried to remain calm. "Let's go. Their yoga class is coming to this classroom for a big class soon."

Chen Ye looked at the yoga ball that he had smashed with his palm, and the two of them cleaned up the mess together.

Gong Rongrong had many questions, but she didn't dare to ask them for the time being.

"Chen Ye, can you teach me... that... true qi?"

Chen Ye said, "My martial art is extremely masculine and powerful. Women who practice it will have smaller breasts, grow a beard, and speak with a masculine voice. Do you want to practice it?"

Gong Rongrong bit her lip and shook her head frantically.

Half an hour later, Chen Ye went to the gym on the fourth floor, took a shower, changed his clothes, and left.

A day full of energy has come to an end.