I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 139 - 80: Waves Rise in the County’s Wind and Cloud
Song Maowen was overjoyed. They had gotten their hands on the main target.
Zhao Jinze, his face swollen around the mouth and nose, glared with furious rage, his body struggling relentlessly to break free.
"Let my son go!"
"If you want someone, come for me!"
But the two men beside him held him down firmly, and he couldn’t move an inch.
"Bring him in."
Ecstatic, Song Maowen hurriedly told his subordinate to bring the person in.
In the middle of the room, Scarface and the others exchanged a look and couldn’t help but shake their heads.
’Now that they’d caught him, the matter was entirely in the hands of Fifth Master’s family.’
’The old bastard talks a big game, but behind everyone’s back, he sends men to capture his enemy’s family. He’s a truly insidious piece of work.’
’They all made a mental note to be wary. If they ever had a falling out with him in the future, they would have to strike first.’ 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
A moment later, Ge Dazhuang walked in with a young man, a constipated look on his face.
"Fifth Master, President Song..."
Ge Dazhuang scratched his head. He had barely gotten a few words out when Song Maowen cursed him, "You useless piece of shit! I told you to drag him here, not invite him over."
Looking at the young man before him—neatly dressed, with a calm and steady air, and bearing a slight resemblance to Zhao Jinze—Song Maowen seethed with uncontrollable anger.
He lunged forward and swung a slap at the young man’s face.
"President Song! No!"
Ge Dazhuang jumped in fright and hurriedly tried to stop him.
But Song Maowen was too fast; his palm was already swinging toward the man’s face.
Ge Dazhuang’s face fell, and he quickly squeezed his eyes shut.
SLAP!
A fair, slender hand had caught Song Maowen’s wrist.
Then his entire body, bent double like a shrimp, was sent flying backward.
He crashed to the floor beside the Grandmaster’s Chair.
At this, the expressions of everyone present grew grave.
’This was hardly the behavior of someone who’d been captured.’
Fifth Master’s eyes narrowed, the Buddhist Beads in his hand spinning rapidly.
"Fifth Master, President Song... this... this young gentleman is Director Zhao’s nephew."
Ge Dazhuang rushed to reveal Zhao Rui’s identity, lest he be accused of hiding the truth later.
While he was speaking, Scarface had already begun to quietly shuffle toward the door.
Just as he reached the doorway, he met Zhao Rui’s gaze, which held the ghost of a smile.
He gave an awkward laugh. "Young Master, we meet again!"
The man addressed as "Young Master" was, of course, Zhao Rui.
He hadn’t expected to run into an "acquaintance" here either.
Hearing how polite Scarface was, he nodded and said, "Hello."
That simple "Hello" made Scarface’s heart leap with joy. He stopped his retreat and obediently took up a position behind Zhao Rui.
This all happened in the span of a few breaths, leaving everyone in the room staring at each other in utter confusion.
’A nephew?’
’Someone who can make Scarface flee in terror?’
Fifth Master’s expression flickered as he looked from Zhao Rui to Scarface, who was standing behind him and blinking frantically.
He didn’t need any more clues to know this young man was extraordinary.
But before he could make a decision, his son, Song Maowen, was already charging forward with a roar. "Get everyone in here!" he bellowed. "I’m going to fucking kill him!"
The words had barely left his lips when a bolt of Gang Qi shot through the air and struck him, sending a spray of blood into the air.
At the same time, the men standing guard outside swarmed into the room.
Zhao Rui’s figure blurred, moving as fast as a phantom. In a few swift moves, he sent the grunts to the floor, where they lay howling in agony.
Without pausing, he moved to the two men holding Zhao Jinze captive.
He reached for them.
Not daring to be careless, the two men released Zhao Jinze and struck out with their palms to intercept him.
Zhao Rui’s palms shifted into a Finger Sword. He suddenly executed the Taiyi Splitting Light Sword Technique, his fingers blurring as he struck at acupoints all over their bodies.
The two men dodged to the side, preparing to use leg techniques to counter his Sword Techniques. But their movements suddenly froze. Their Inner Strength churned, seemingly out of their control.
They could only watch helplessly as his Sword Pointing struck them several times, sealing their vital acupoints.
’Such speed! Such power!’
Fifth Master’s pupils widened slightly. His face grim, he walked over to his groaning son and, with a vicious look in his eyes, slapped him hard across the face.
"You disastrous whelp! It’s my fault for spoiling you rotten!"
After the slap, he turned to Zhao Rui, a warm, pleasant smile spreading across his face. "My name is Song Weihua. I believe there might be a misunderstanding between us. Why don’t we sit and talk this over?"
Zhao Rui unsealed the acupoints that had been blocked on Zhao Jinze and asked with concern, "Third Uncle, are you all right?"
"I’m fine. What are you doing here?"
Zhao Jinze let out a shaky breath, the fear still lingering. He looked at his nephew, Zhao Rui, with utter astonishment.
"Let’s deal with this first," Zhao Rui said with a smile, turning to face Fifth Master.
The muscles on Fifth Master’s face twitched as he forced a smile. He clasped his fist in his palm and said, "Director Zhao, regarding this matter... please, name your terms."
’When you’re under another’s roof, you have no choice but to bow your head.’ He had never imagined that Zhao Jinze would have such a formidable nephew.
The two Eighth-level Martial Artists he’d hired were no amateurs, yet this young man had subdued them in a matter of moments.
Remembering that Zhao Jinze also had an exceptionally talented son, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
In his heart, he cursed his son’s recklessness.
While he had intended to get revenge, he had never planned for things to escalate to a mutually destructive, complete break.
But his son’s rampage had brought things to this.
He feared this matter would not end well.
His gaze involuntarily shifted to Limp Zhang and the other man at the side.
The two of them were mediators. They had played that role before, and they could still play it now.
How could Limp Zhang and his companion not notice Fifth Master’s meaningful glance?
They all made their living in the same county; it was inevitable that they would butt heads sooner or later.
But the two of them were in an awkward position. After all, when Zhao Jinze was captured earlier, although they had spoken up to prevent it, they had ultimately compromised and stood by, doing nothing.
As everyone stood there, a mess of different and anxious emotions...
Zhao Jinze sighed. "At the end of the day, this whole mess was caused by my disgraceful son. But... let me ask you this. If my nephew hadn’t been here today, Fifth Master, how were you planning to deal with my family?"
At his words, Fifth Master tensed up, but a moment later, he broke into a frank smile.
"I would have buried you, of course. To put an end to it once and for all."
