Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A young man with sad eyes patted his back to regulate his breath.
“Master, do you want to take a break? Leave everything here to me. I’ll report the progress to you,” the young man gently said.
“I’m fine. I’ve had this condition for decades. I want to stay here for a bit longer,” the old man said.
“Let me help you sit down,” the young man said.
The old man kept coughing like a candle in the wind. The young man was really concerned that his master would die due to fierce coughing.
The old man didn’t stop coughing after he sat down. The young man sat next to him. A moment later, a middle-aged man came out of the house with a bowl of decoction, which had a stimulating smell.
“Master, it’s time to take some decoction,” the middle-aged man said.
The old man picked up the bowl and drank the decoction. His cough seemed to be better afterward.
“Sort it out as soon as you can,” he said after a big sigh.
“He’s here,” the middle-aged man said without looking up.
Neither of them looked outside when they were talking. After a moment, someone knocked at the door.
“I’ll answer it.” The young man went to open the door. A second young man came in. He looked thin, weak, and pale.
“Uncle,” the pale young man said.
“How is it?” the old man asked.
“I’ve arranged people to stay in Dao,” the pale young man said.
“Good,” the old man said. He started to cough again. “Make sure you follow our plan.”
The pale young man agreed.
…
Zhou Wuyi was in Wang Yao’s clinic. He did some gentle exercises.
“I’m feeling well,” he said.
Following recent treatment sessions, his internal power was no longer in disorder. It also had changed its nature from abrupt to pure and neutral. He thanked the Taoism scripture he had been studying.
“The nature of your internal power is changing,” Wang Yao said.
“Yes, I can feel it,” Zhou Wuyi said.
“The change is good,” Wang Yao said.
While they were taking, someone else came to the clinic. It was Sun Yunsheng. He came with Mr. Lin.
“Um?” Mr. Lin looked surprised when he saw Zhou Wuyi.
“It’s you!” Zhou Wuyi was equally surprised to bump into Mr. Lin in the clinic.
“You know each other?” Wang Yao asked.
“Yes, we’ve known each other for over 20 years,” Zhou Wuyi said with a smile.
“Master Zhou,” Mr. Lin said.
Master?
Sun Yunsheng was also surprised.
“Ha-ha. Don’t call me master. I can’t believe it’s been so many years! You are getting old, too,” Zhou Wuyi said with a sigh.
“Yeah, everyone gets old. May I ask what you are here for?” Mr. Lin asked.
“I had a bad injury. Dr. Wang has been treating me,” Zhou Wuyi replied.
“I see,” Mr. Lin said.
The two old friends had a bit of chat before Zhou Wuyi and Zhou Xiong left the clinic.
“Uncle, you know him?” Zhou Xiong asked.
“Yes, but I haven’t seen him for about 20 years. He was much younger then. He used to learn Kung Fu in Cangzhou,” Zhou Wuyi said.
“Learn Kung Fu?” Zhou Xiong asked.
“Yes, he’s very gifted. I taught him Kung Fu,” Zhou Wuyi said.
Neither Zhou Wuyi nor Mr. Lin expected to bump into each other under such a circumstance.
“It’s been over 20 years. I was in my 50s at that time, but I had endless energy, unlike now. Time flies. Two decade passed in a blink of the eye,” Zhou Wuyi said with a sigh. “The young man coming to the clinic with him is the same one you mentioned last time?”
“Yes, his father is a famous billionaire in Dao,” Zhou Xiong said.
“I see,” Zhou Wuyi said.
He didn’t ask any further questions. He didn’t care about Sun Yunsheng and his father. He just bumped into an old acquaintance somewhere far from home.
The treatment session for Sun Yunsheng went smoothly. Wang Yao had expelled most of the Yang toxins from Sun Yunsheng’s body. There were not many toxins left. In addition, Wang Yao transferred his Qi into Sun Yunsheng’s body. Although the amount of Qi was small, it was extremely pure. It nurtured Sun Yunsheng’s body and improved his fundamental health.
“Thank you,” Sun Yunsheng said.
“I plan to go to Beijing in two days. Come back tomorrow. I’ll give you more decoctions,” Wang Yao said.
…
It was cold and windy that night. Dao was on the coast, so it was very windy.
Sun Yunsheng was looking through the window. He didn’t look well. The man with a poker face was standing next to him.
“They do have the guts,” Sun Zhengrong said. “Take action tonight.”
“Sure.” The man with poker face only said one word before leaving.
The cold, windy night soon turned rainy. The rain was red, and the wind was full of smell of blood.
Inside a building, an old man was sitting in the living room coughing. His face was as pale as a ghost. Standing next to him was a middle-aged man.
“Master, would you like to rest for a while?” the middle-aged man asked.
“I’m fine. Let’s wait and see. When you get old, you don’t need much sleep,” the old man said.
In a dark lane, a young man was running in fear. He had blood on his clothes and a knife in his hand. He was panicking. It was as if he had seen something really horrible.
While he was running, he suddenly felt stuffy in his chest and heavy in his legs. He couldn’t run anymore. He stopped and leaned on the wall to rest.
Crackling! He heard a sound behind him. He started to shake. It was as if he had heard a ghost crying. He wanted to run but was tripped over by something. He fell onto the ground.
“No!”
His scream echoed in the dark lane. Some lights in the buildings on both sides of the lane were still on. The residents of the building tried to see what was going on. They looked down but didn’t see anything.
It was midnight, when people felt most sleepy and the Ying energy accumulated. Wang Yao was brewing a decoction on Nanshan Hill. He put a leaf of frost grass into the pot. It was very quiet on the hill. The light was still on in the cottage.
The sun came out as usual the next morning.
Sun Zhengrong didn’t look happy. It seemed like he stayed up all night.
“Is that it?” Sun Zhengrong asked.
“Yes,” the man with poker face said. He was always succinct with his words.
“How about them?” Sun Zhengrong asked.
“We killed one,” the man with poker face said.
“Have you found where they stay?” Sun Zhengrong asked.
“Still looking,” the man with poker face said.
“You must find out where they stay today,” Sun Zhengrong said.
…
“Why did you come here again?” Tong Wei asked as she looked at the young man standing in front of her.
“I just wanted to see you. Have you considered what I said last time?” the young man asked.
“No,” Tong Wei replied.
“We can’t even be friends?” the young man asked with disappointment.
“No, I don’t want to be hurt again,” Tong Wei coldly said.
“I’m sorry,” the young man said.
“Stop saying sorry. I have to go now.” Tong Wei turned around and left, leaving the young man standing in the wind.
“Wow, she’s really a stunner. No wonder you haven’t dated anyone all those years. So, she turned you down? Do you need my help?” a skinny man standing behind the young man quietly asked.
“No,” the young man said.
“All she needs is a glass of wine,” the skinny man said. “I guarantee she will change from a virgin into a…”
“Shut up!” the young man shouted.
“Are you upset? It seems you are really falling for her,” the skinny man said.
The young man didn’t say anything. He turned around and walked away.
“Do you want me to test her first?” The skinny man didn’t give up.
Whoosh! The young man suddenly walked back toward the skinny man and grabbed him by the neck.
“You really wanna try?” the young man asked.
“Err, don’t be so impulsive,” the skinny man said.
“Stay away from her,” the young man said.
“Humph!” The skinny man’s eyes were as cold as the weather.
…
A group of policeman came to the beach in Dao.
They received a call that someone found a headless body on the beach.
The forensic scientist did an autopsy immediately.
“What did you find?” Captain Ma was angry because Dao was a secure place. It had been a long time since the last malicious attack like this happened.
“Time of death was between 11 p.m. to midnight yesterday. The cause of death seems to be a deadly attack to the heart,” the forensic scientist said.
“To the heart?” Captain Ma asked with surprise.
“I think so,” the forensic scientist said.
“What happened to the head?” Captain Ma asked.
“I’m not sure. Maybe the murderer took it deliberately,” the forensic scientist said.
“Find the body’s identity as soon as possible,” Captain Ma demanded.
…
Inside a house in Dao, a middle-aged man was coughing. His face was very pale.
“Are you OK?” Sun Zhengrong asked.
“I’m fine,” the middle-aged man said. Ahem! Ahem!
“I’ll arrange someone to take you to Lianshan right now,” Sun Zhengrong said.
“No, who’s going to protect you if I’m not here?” This was the first time the man with poker face spoke that much.
“You can’t protect me when you are sick like this. Don’t worry about me,” Sun Zhengrong said.
Thirty minutes later, three luxurious cars left the garage of the house.
“Is he hurt?” Mr. Lin asked.
“No, someone took the bullet for him. I didn’t expect that bastard to become a Kung Fu master after so many years,” Sun Zhengrong said.
