Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 626 - Martial Arts School
Chapter 626: Chapter 626: Martial Arts School
Chapter 626: Chapter 626: Martial Arts School
The same cloud goods, when contacted locally in Jin City, and when gathered from outside, are different.
No matter how you look at it, external hands are too short, always feeling a bit out of reach.
Moreover, it involves many procedures, and the possibility of mistakes is simply too high, not secure enough.
If one could easily find a foreign assassin through Shen Guangming’s introduction, the feasibility of this matter remained quite high.
Zhu Yuefu was somewhat tempted; he had retired from underhanded activities, but when faced with trouble, he didn’t mind taking a life.
However, just as he was planning to gather information, he was suddenly struck with a thought: Could there be a mistake? I came to find you to take the hit for me, but why have I now become the one to charge into battle?
After carefully sorting out his thoughts, he realized that unknowingly… had he been led by Shen Guangming’s tempo?
Zhu Yuefu indeed wanted to eliminate Feng Jun, but let’s not even talk about whether an assassin could finish the job. After the deed, his equipment wouldn’t be returning, not to mention possibly facing retaliation from that short-statured Taoist.
Right, when he actually planned to deal with Feng Jun, he discovered… the affair was really not easy to handle.
Zhu Yuefu was very cautious, feeling that after receiving the news of the “cloud goods” from Shen Guangming, it was probable that Mr. Shen would turn around and sell him out—to curry favor with Feng Jun.
After much deliberation, he finally answered, “Forget it, I am now a legitimate businessman, this matter… I’ll think about it more.”
“Suit yourself,” Shen Guangming replied indifferently, “I’m not in a hurry to act anyway, I’ll just wait and see how much he can cost me.”
After sending the man off, Shen Guangming sneered to himself, muttering under his breath, “Playing a good game, really think I’m a fool?”
He didn’t realize it at first, but Zhu Yuefu’s evasive and reluctant responses were telling. Shen, not a newcomer to the jianghu, was exceedingly experienced, and quickly became aware of the oddities.
Without hesitation, Shen Guangming promptly dug two pits for the man, his experience in digging pits being just as extensive, though he was usually too lazy to bother—after all, harmony breeds wealth, and he had even paid his respects to the Buddha, regularly partaking in vegetarian meals every other day.
Discovering Zhu Yuefu’s refusal to fall into one of the pits, Shen confirmed his suspicions and his impression of the man worsened significantly.
However, he hadn’t figured out how to deal with Feng Jun yet. He pondered over many methods, always feeling somewhat inappropriate.
So, just like he said, he hid away while actively looking for someone who could speak to the Yang Family.
In the end, Feng Jun still faced scrutiny, but it was the police that came knocking, inquiring why he had visited three hospitals that day and what he was doing on the night his belongings were stolen.
Feng Jun answered honestly, “I was sleeping in the guest room at night. The resort has surveillance, if you don’t believe me, you can check the footage.”
As for why I went to those three hospitals? Sorry, I won’t tell you!
Can one really be so defiant when faced with police investigation? Actually, you can be, especially with questions involving privacy, which you may refuse to answer.
Of course, if you do adopt that stance, it’s best to have some powerful allies, like the Jin City Yang Family, for instance.
Furthermore, the resort’s surveillance did confirm that he hadn’t gone out that night, and even the police, who had received some benefits and used technical means to investigate, found that his mobile phone signal had remained within the resort for the entire night.
In fact, beyond the scrutiny, there was cooperation between Feng Jun and the police, as in the case of… Zhu Yuefu’s whereabouts.
Regretfully, the police didn’t perform well in this regard.
Officer Xiao Tian, with a hint of regret, told Yang Yuxin, “We… lost track of him, next time we’ll assign a professional to follow.”
While the police had talents for tailing, Yang Yuxin’s words alone, though capable of keeping Xiao Tian busy, weren’t enough to follow standard process and assign skilled professionals—that too was quite normal.
Yang Yuxin was indifferent. Zhu Yuefu was a businessman with roots, not the type who moved around erratically. He would have to surface sooner or later. “Just make sure to keep a closer eye next time… Feng Jun, where shall we go tomorrow?”
Feng Jun thought for a moment, tilting his head, “Why not visit Mount Emei since the weather is nice?”
The weather in Jin City really cannot be mentioned lightly—as soon as it was, the following day brought dense clouds and a light rain.
Xiao Tian suggested not to go to Mount Emei since driving on the highway in rainy conditions was quite dangerous. Plus, it was raining over at Emei too, making mountain climbing in the rain even more perilous.
Feng Jun didn’t find mountain climbing in the rain to be dangerous, but going on his own was one thing; Yang Yuxin, after all, was a lady of slight build with stamina concerns and inferior self-defense capabilities.
So the two of them stayed in Jin City. During this season, Jin City actually had plenty of rainfall. While it was somewhat gloomy and cold, it was also the perfect time to enjoy various snacks.
After five in the afternoon, Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin emerged from a teahouse. Seeing that the weather was still not great, Yang Yuxin, feeling a bit tired, suggested returning to the resort—in such weather, all she really wanted was to curl up in the warmth of home, under the covers.
“Let’s walk around a bit more,” Feng Jun suggested, thinking of a place. “I heard there’s an Emei Martial School here?”
The Emei Martial School was located in the suburbs and was run by Shen Guangming’s brother, Shen Youming.
Up to this point, Feng Jun had no intention of lashing out. Although he was aware that the Emei Martial School had been orchestrated by Shen Guangming, Shen Youming was ultimately the person in charge.
Moreover, the martial arts school really didn’t have much that could be exploited for news, and it wouldn’t be right to make things difficult for the students.
However, since Shen Guangming hadn’t shown any reaction yet, Feng Jun thought that since he couldn’t go to Mount Emei, taking a trip to Emei Martial School wouldn’t be bad either. Who knows, if he ran into a martial monk or something, he might be able to work up a story.
Xiao Tian drove the car, taking the two of them to the martial school.
The martial school was located by the roadside, enclosed by a fence in a small courtyard, roughly two acres in size, with its main building being a three-story structure, complete with a gate and parking lot.
There was also a large open space between the courtyard and the road, which was not paved with hard tiles but could still be used for parking.
Xiao Tian parked the car on the tiled open space, and Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin got out of the car.
Yang Yuxin was wearing an extended down coat, which reached below the knees, and she held a floral umbrella in her hand. Feng Jun, on the other hand, didn’t even bother with an umbrella and was dressed in casual sportswear, with a pair of travel shoes on his feet.
After looking around, Feng Jun lit a cigarette, walked up to the gate, and asked the security guard with a smile, “Excuse me, sir, how does one sign up here?”
The security guard, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and a face full of stubble, was swiping on his mobile phone and answered without lifting his head, “You can sign up online or in person, but online registration offers more discounts. Follow the Emei Martial School public account, there are discounts during promotional periods.”
Feng Jun asked again with a smile, “When is the promotional period, and how much is the discount?”
The middle-aged man finally lifted his head and glanced at him, “It won’t be until after New Year’s Day; it’s already the end of December. You can sign up, but classes won’t fill up this late, and you’ll still have to wait, right?”
Feng Jun raised his hand, pointing towards the inside of the courtyard, “Can I take a look inside?”
“That’s not possible,” the middle-aged man shook his head and spoke firmly, “Our school has its rules. You can look around after you sign up and follow the public account… Of course, if you’re not satisfied with what you see, you don’t have to pay to study.”
This was a strategy to attract followers to the public account! Feng Jun looked around, pointing up at the surveillance camera on top of the gate post, “Wow, even have surveillance?”
“Nothing special,” the middle-aged man continued swiping his phone without looking up, “We’re a formal school, of course, we’ll have surveillance.”
Feng Jun waved at the camera, baring his teeth in a grin, “Hello… Oh, sir, when do classes end?”
“Follow the public account,” the middle-aged man answered without looking up, “It’s all there… Each class ends at different times, it’s too complicated for me to just tell you.”
As they talked, a group of people came out from the building, a bald figure in monk’s robes—likely a martial monk—leading a dozen or so high-school-aged students to the front of the building, where they stood in the rain and began to punch and kick.
This was Emei Martial School’s training. Training in the rain was nothing unusual; Luohua Manor did the same.
Feng Jun was watching their moves when Yang Yuxin, still holding her umbrella, walked over, “How do these guys stack up against Gazi?”
“At least three streets behind Gazi,” Feng Jun said, not quietly, “But that’s Emei for you. Not much to boast about.”
He didn’t feel he was overstepping at all. Others had provoked him before, not once or twice, and every provocation had been more excessive than this.
And as for Emei… They weren’t the only ones inciting trouble against Luohua Manor.
It was you who came to provoke me first, not the other way around.
As the boss of Luohua Manor, not paying attention on a regular day was one thing, but standing at the doorstep of Emei’s business without throwing in a few taunts, would he be living up to his title?
Magnanimity had never been the style of Luohua Manor.
Moreover, Feng Jun believed he wasn’t just throwing shade—the truth was what he spoke.
With their flowery fists and fancy footwork, could they compare to the cultivation Gazi practiced?
However, his voice was a bit too loud; as the students chanted “ho-ho-ha-ha” in their breathing exercises and practiced boxing, his voice actually drowned out the group’s.
The students turned their heads in unison, stopped their movements, and glared angrily—Who the hell was courting death?
It wasn’t just the students; even the bald monk leading the class also lifted his eyelids and looked over coldly.
Yang Yuxin, under her umbrella, smiled slightly, “Master Feng, it seems like… you’ve provoked the masses?”
She spoke with a chuckle, because she didn’t believe the others had the power to threaten Feng Jun.
At this critical moment, a compact car slowly approached from the distance, its window rolled down to reveal the dark barrel of a gun.
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The face of the gunman was hidden in the shadowy interior of the car. Without waiting for the vehicle to stop, his finger pulled the trigger, and four muffled shots rang out.
Before anyone could react, the man in the car didn’t bother to check the results of the shooting; the car hadn’t even stopped before it abruptly sped up, rolling over puddles on the road, splashing water in all directions.
Through a mist of water, the car made a frantic escape, the work of a seasoned hand evident.
