Madman!

Chapter 102: Qi Refining, Dragon Force

'I was really smart just now, coming up with such a brilliant plan on the fly.' Chen Wujun walked through Xiangbutou with his hands in his pockets, flanked on both sides by glitzy, hedonistic KTVs and bars.

'It doesn't imply matter if that guy doesn't follow my instructions. It was so dark, he couldn't see my face clearly anyway.'

'But if he does as I said... he'll have no choice but to listen to me from now on...'

Chen Wujun circled back to his starting point with a beaming smile. Fa Zai and Li Wei were sitting in the car, smoking as they waited for him.

"Brother Jun!"

"Let's go!" Chen Wujun commanded after getting in.

Seeing Chen Wujun in such high spirits, the two knew that scumbag Ji Xiang was dead for sure.

Back at the hospital, Chen Wujun asked, "Did anyone come by just now?"

"The doctor was doing rounds, but we didn't let him in, so he left."

Chen Wujun changed back into his hospital gown and signaled for Xiang Zai and Ah Qi to leave.After lying in bed for a while, Chen Wujun couldn't suppress his energy. He jumped down and began shadowboxing in the narrow space beside the bed, practicing only the simplest Single Change Palm.

He felt an incredible sense of clarity.

All the restless, distracting thoughts of the past had vanished.

As Chen Wujun practiced in the room, he recalled the scheme he had designed to kill Harry, and then the feeling of killing Ji Xiang just moments ago. Particularly recalling the split second he ended their lives, his heart felt increasingly unburdened and jubilant.

With the sound of wind whistling through the room, Chen Wujun gradually twisted his entire mind and body into a single, unified force. His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The Single Change Palm transitioned into the Double Change Palm. Each strike produced a crisp snap in the air, as if slapping against a solid object.

Gradually, Chen Wujun stopped recalling the moment of the kills.

His mind became empty and lucid, free of all clutter. Countless tiny bio-currents in his brain converged, like a bolt of lightning exploding from his head to his feet. Every fine hair on his body stood on end.

His muscles swelled with stimulation. The great dragon of his spine snapped and sprang, sending his muscles undulating in waves, transmitting power layer by layer like the opening and closing of dragon scales.

Then, he unleashed a palm strike that concentrated his entire spirit.

Bang!

He slammed his palm into the hospital bed, knocking it straight into the wall. The springs and components shattered and flew everywhere, and the frame twisted like a pretzel.

The massive noise must have startled quite a few people.

The underlings outside rushed in. "Brother Jun!"

They saw Chen Wujun standing there, the muscles on his back knotted like coiling pythons. Tiny muscle fibers rose and fell in a constant rhythm, looking as if those pythons were flaring their scales.

The muscles on his back made the lackeys stare wide-eyed; this musculature hardly looked human.

"I'm fine! Get a nurse to change the bed. This one just suddenly exploded." Chen Wujun spread his arms, feeling the muscles writhing on his back.

His grin stretched almost to his ears.

He had finally achieved Qi Refining.

Moreover, twisting all those tiny bio-currents together to stimulate his back muscles had allowed him to suddenly comprehend the Dragon Force he had struggled to master.

Dragon Force required precise control to push and transmit power through overlapping layers of muscle. The demand on body control was extremely high; he suspected one could only master it after achieving Qi Refining.

And Dragon Force produced at least thirty percent more power than his original spinal snapping technique.

A moment later, a nurse hurried over.

"What's going on with your hospital? The bed just exploded! Luckily Brother Jun is okay!" The lackey immediately shifted the blame.

"The bed exploded?" The nurse looked at the bed twisted like a fried dough stick and the cracks on the wall. No matter how she looked at it, it didn't seem like a bed problem.

But seeing Chen Wujun's muscles coiled like great pythons, the nurse sensibly said nothing.

"Tell Ah Fei to bring two thousand dollars tomorrow to thank her for her help!" Chen Wujun turned his head and instructed the lackey.

He had recently come to understand that even ordinary people had their strengths.

Like the nurse who had applied makeup for him.

Especially in a place like a hospital, where he needed people to keep secrets.

After a bustling half-hour, the bed in his room was replaced.

He wanted to find a place to train, but he restrained himself, lying on the bed to slowly explore how to control the bio-currents inside him to stimulate his muscles and internal organs.

...

"Ji Xiang is dead?" Master Xin heard the news, and a sharp glint burst from his eyes, his gaze cutting like a blade.

"They say ten kilograms of Number 4 were found in Ji Xiang's car... He ran into an alley and was caught by the police, shot into a sieve..." Fat Nan's chubby face was cautious.

"Master Xin, there's something fishy about this. I haven't heard of Ji Xiang touching that stuff... And if he managed to run away, how could he be caught?"

"Spending ten million to frame him. What a grand gesture." Master Xin snorted coldly, a fierce light flickering in his eyes.

He was certain Shark Jiu was behind this.

But even if Shark Jiu did it, he couldn't say so.

He was the boss; to speak on this, he needed evidence.

Otherwise, not only would Shark Jiu refuse to accept it, but Elephant and Guan Laosan wouldn't either.

The company's morale would crumble.

But ignoring it wasn't an option... Shark Jiu was becoming increasingly excessive.

Master Xin's eyes flickered for a moment before he waved Fat Nan away.

After Fat Nan left, Master Xin stood up and paced the room.

Shark Jiu was rebellious to the bone; he had to find a way to get rid of her.

And he had to keep his own hands clean.

As for Shark Jiu's mysterious master, Zhou Qing... Master Xin wasn't too worried.

He couldn't figure out Zhou Qing's identity or strength, which made him wary.

But Zhou Qing seemed only interested in teaching Kung Fu and ignored everything else.

Several of his disciples had been killed, yet he never sought revenge.

Like that Guan Hong... Master Xin had been testing Zhou Qing back then, pushing things from behind and setting a trap.

Guan Hong was beaten to death, his body smashed to pieces.

Even then, Zhou Qing didn't react at all.

...

"Ah Jun, just got the news. Ji Xiang is dead," Ah Hao said over the phone, his voice tinged with schadenfreude.

Ji Xiang had sucked up to Master Xin. Although it wasn't technically 'crossing stalls,' it was still an act of betrayal.

This made him and Cun Bao very unhappy.

So upon learning of Ji Xiang's death, they immediately called Chen Wujun.

"That scumbag is finally dead!" Chen Wujun sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, laughing heartily. A newspaper lay before him.

Police Crack Drug Case, Heroic Officer Makes Arrest!

"How did he die? Tell me so I can enjoy it."

"They say he was beaten to death by an ordinary cop."

"I knew that guy was weak, but I didn't think he was that weak... Serves him right, the wretch. When I get discharged, let's celebrate! My treat!" Chen Wujun laughed.

Hanging up, Chen Wujun picked up the newspaper again.

Senior Constable Hahn had heroically arrested the fugitive and ultimately shot him dead.

Chen Wujun guessed Hahn had spun the story to cover his tracks.

He felt even more strongly that having an insider like this in the police force was useful.

He sent a text to Snake Aunt, asking her to help find out which hospital Hahn was in.

Snake Aunt replied quickly: Do you think I'm a walking directory?

Chen Wujun tossed the phone aside. He didn't have enough manpower to find Hahn's location himself.

If Snake Aunt didn't help, he'd just have to wait for Hahn to be discharged to send him the money.

Anyway, since Hahn reported to his superiors that he killed Ji Xiang, there was no turning back for him.

However, the newspaper didn't mention the suspect was a New Arts Martial Artist. Chen Wujun thought about it; indeed, he rarely saw reports about martial artists on TV or in papers, and didn't even know how strong they really were.

Although New Arts Martial Artists definitely existed and many knew of them.

But the authorities consciously avoided reporting on them to limit the influence of New Arts.

Otherwise, the number of students in New Arts dojos would have multiplied several times over.

In the afternoon, Chen Wujun received a text message.

Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Room 712. Uniformed officer at the door.

"Snake Aunt really is a walking directory."

Chen Wujun called Ah Fei: "Take 200,000 from the account. Go to the hospital gym or lobby, find a locker and put the money inside. Then find a way to get the key to Room 712 at Queen Elizabeth Hospital. Give it to that police hero, Officer Hahn."

"You two don't need to show your faces. There's a uniformed officer guarding the door. Just find a way to get a nurse to deliver it."

Hanging up, Chen Wujun had one thought: money flowed out like water.

Just this hospital stay had cost him over 200,000.

His machine room only pulled in 200,000 a month.

Chen Wujun felt his money-making speed was too slow.

No man gets rich without windfall, no horse gets fat without night grass. If this kept up, when would he get rich? When could he buy a house for his family?

...

"Hahn, you've done a great service for the force this time. Your task now is to recover properly. We'll talk about the rest after you're healed."

In the hospital room, Hahn's superior personally came to commend him.

After all, a Senior Constable chasing down and killing a New Arts Martial Artist demonstrated the courage and fearlessness of the Federal Police, giving his superior face as well.

After the visitors left, Hahn lay back in bed, his eyes shifting uncertainly.

He felt guilty about this matter.

But at this point, he couldn't exactly retract his statement and say he was coerced into shooting the suspect, could he?

That would turn him from a hero into a clown.

Hahn's mind was a mess, and another thought crept in.

The other party said they'd give him 200,000... was it true?

Deep down, he hoped it was fake, so he could pretend none of this happened and that man would never appear before him again.

He knew this money wasn't easy to take.

But he also felt a greed for that 200,000.

It wasn't until evening during rounds that a nurse placed a key by his bed.

"Your friend sent this for you."

"What kind of person?" Hahn immediately thought of the man from last night.

"A very tall man."

After the nurse left, Hahn held the key, his expression changing. It was obviously a locker key.

There were lockers in the hospital lobby.

He couldn't hold back until past nine in the evening. Under the pretext of going out for air and a smoke, he left the room, went to the lobby on the first floor, and opened a locker matching the number on the key.

Inside was a black travel bag. Unzipping it, he saw stacks of cash.

Hahn's heart immediately began to pound violently, almost jumping out of his chest.

He quickly zipped the bag shut, instinctively glanced around, and then swiftly closed the locker door.