Madman!

Chapter 109: A General's Success is Built on Ten Thousand Rotting Bones

"Big Brother, spare me! I don't know anything, please spare my life... I don't want to die..." The Lidong lackey struggled and begged for mercy as he was dragged into the warehouse.

He was terrified out of his wits.

More than a dozen Shengsha experts had entered the warehouse, including the formidable Nguyen Van Son.

Yet, the one who walked out in the end was Chen Wujun.

Chen Wujun stepped into the warehouse and swept his gaze around. Master Zhou Qing was already gone.

He reached out and casually swatted the Lidong lackey to the ground. Even though Chen Wujun had held back most of his strength, the man lay there coughing up blood.

Chen Wujun had been dealing with experts so much lately, and having just emerged from a life-and-death struggle, he had almost forgotten how fragile ordinary people were.

'I hope he didn't die...' Chen Wujun thought to himself as he walked over to find his phone.

"Ah Fei, bring two guys over. The location is..."

Now that even the Luoyue People had found this place, there was no need to hide it anymore.After hanging up, Chen Wujun walked over to Nguyen Van Son, feeling a twinge of regret.

This man had decent strength and likely held a high position in Shengsha. His personal wealth must have been substantial.

It was a pity he had just beaten him to death like that. Who knew who would benefit from his fortune now?

Then again, even if he had stayed his hand, he couldn't have forced the man to reveal his assets. And even if he had spoken, there was no way to verify the truth, let alone send someone to collect it.

Unless he did it like Shark Jiu dealt with Old Dog Bing—investigating the target's background thoroughly first, arranging the manpower, and only then capturing the person to extract their assets.

'So, you have to be proactive to make money. Being passively targeted like this just means fighting for free. What a waste,' Chen Wujun mused.

'I wonder if I could kill Wen Long now. Using Dragon Force, my strength isn't inferior to his. Master's Three Arching Hands excels at borrowing force and seizing the center line. If he doesn't know my background, I could probably kill him in two or three moves!' The thought stirred restlessly in Chen Wujun's mind.

'But Senior Sister told me not to cause trouble recently. I also need to find a way to investigate Wen Long's assets first, so I can seize them immediately after killing him.'

'No man gets rich without windfall, no horse gets fat without night grass. If I don't scoop up some illicit wealth, where will the money come from?'

Chen Wujun sat there pondering for a moment until the sound of brakes screeched outside. Ah Fei trotted in, leading Fa Zai, Mantis, and Ah Yong.

"Brother Jun!"

Upon entering the warehouse, they first noticed the training equipment—wooden dummies, stakes, and weapon racks. Then they saw the corpses littering the floor and were hit by the stench of blood. They jumped in fright.

"Brother Jun, what happened here?"

"People from Shengsha. This one is called Nguyen Van Son. He came in with a lot of bluster, looking like he could fight, but he died in a couple of moves." Chen Wujun glanced at Nguyen Van Son's corpse and curled his lips in disdain.

Ah Fei was even more shocked.

"Brother Jun, Nguyen Van Son is one of the four Hall Masters of Shengsha!"

He had asked around about Shengsha before. Nguyen Van Son was no small fry; he was an expert at least on the same level as Wen Long.

To think that he had brought so many people, yet they were all killed by Brother Jun.

Did that mean Brother Jun could kill Wen Long too?

Brother Jun was becoming increasingly ferocious.

"One of the four Hall Masters? Isn't Shengsha supposed to be the fiercest Luoyue gang? Why is their Hall Master so weak?" Chen Wujun sneered.

"Throw Nguyen Van Son's body back to them. Dispose of the others," Chen Wujun ordered coldly, his mind racing.

Before, they sent lackeys to assassinate him, and he killed them. Nguyen Van Son dared to bring people for revenge.

Now that even Nguyen Van Son was dead, Shengsha certainly wouldn't dare to act rashly until they figured out his background.

As for how Nguyen Van Son actually died, they wouldn't be able to tell from the corpse.

Since the attackers were wiped out in one go, they might even suspect that Shark Jiu was the one who killed them.

"By the way, check if that Lidong punk is still alive. If he is, take him back and find him a doctor."

"Then clean this place up. Find somewhere to park those cars outside too."

Watching them carry the bodies out and bring water in to clean, Chen Wujun felt much more at ease.

He used to have to clean this place himself; now he finally had lackeys to do it.

"Mop up all the blood. I hate the smell of it."

"Turn over the sand in the pit; it's getting a bit damp underneath."

"Change the sandbags on the wooden stakes too."

"Ah Fei, give me a smoke." Chen Wujun held a cigarette in his mouth as he watched them clean the entire warehouse before leading them out.

"Brother Jun, you should bring more people when you go out from now on. It's not safe otherwise," Ah Fei said while driving.

"You think I don't know that?" Chen Wujun replied casually from the back seat. Before, he didn't want anyone to know the warehouse's location, but now it didn't matter.

On the way back, he called Ah Yue to change and come downstairs so they could go eat seafood together.

He didn't feel like going to Ah Qi's place today, so after the meal, he returned to Ah Yue's apartment.

"I rented a new movie today and haven't watched it yet. Do you want to see it?" Ah Yue asked while changing her clothes.

"What is it?" Chen Wujun responded while eating.

"The Fun, the Luck & the Tycoon. The shop owner said it's really good."

"My luck hasn't been great lately, people looking for trouble every day. I should find someone to change my luck one of these days." Hearing the name of the movie reminded Chen Wujun of something.

The more he thought about it, the more appealing the idea became.

He had been minding his own business on his own turf, not provoking anyone, yet trouble still came knocking. It was nothing short of sheer bad luck.

After watching the movie for a while, Chen Wujun started to feel restless. With a flex of his arm, he shifted Ah Yue from lying in the crook of his arm to lying on top of him.

"Do you want it?" Ah Yue whispered seductively, her eyes misty as she gently bit Chen Wujun's neck.

Then she felt a pair of large hands that seemed ready to crush her, filled with burning heat.

Having killed over a dozen people that afternoon, Chen Wujun was full of pent-up fire that needed releasing.

...(Twelve thousand words omitted)...

When Chen Wujun got up to train the next day, Ah Yue was still limp in bed, unable to wake up.

'Ah Yue's constitution is too weak,' Chen Wujun thought as he put on his sportswear and went to the rooftop to train.

As his strength grew, his stamina became simply terrifying.

As an ordinary person, Ah Yue couldn't handle his stamina at all, which left him feeling a bit unsatisfied.

That morning, Chen Wujun went to Jindi Finance to find Shark Jiu.

"Senior Sister, I've been keeping my head down lately, but those people from Shengsha still came looking for me."

"I was training at the warehouse yesterday when a guy named Nguyen Van Son showed up with a dozen men."

Shark Jiu looked Chen Wujun up and down, somewhat surprised. "Yesterday was Tuesday, right? How did they manage to find the warehouse?"

"Yeah... They came with blades looking for a fight, and I killed a few of them..." Chen Wujun recounted the general situation.

Shark Jiu's eyes grew even more puzzled.

Chen Wujun didn't know, but she certainly did.

This wasn't Zhou Qing's style.

Even if Chen Wujun were beaten to death right in front of him, Zhou Qing wouldn't intervene. That was his style.

Yet, yesterday was clearly a setup to let Chen Wujun use those people as punching bags for practice.

"I feel like I've been cursed with bad luck recently. Senior Sister, do you know any masters who can change my luck?" Chen Wujun sat at Shark Jiu's desk, his upper body sprawled over it with his chin resting on the surface, fiddling with a lighter.

Only around Shark Jiu did he let his guard down and act his age.

"There's a master in Mong Kok Tsui. Ask Snake Aunt; she knows where he is," Shark Jiu replied casually.

"Senior Sister, is he any good?"

"I've never been, but the Feng Shui for that karaoke bar I invested in was done by the master Snake Aunt found."

"Oh, right. We caught a lackey from Lidong yesterday. He was the one guiding those Luoyue People..." Chen Wujun added.

The man had a few broken bones from being thrown around, but he was still alive.

Ah Fei already had people watching him.

Shark Jiu raised an eyebrow. At any other time, this would be a good opportunity.

Lidong colluding with the Luoyue People to kill Chen Wujun—this was practically handing her a weapon. If used correctly, she could at least take out one of the Five Dragon Generals.

But right now...

"Put that aside for now. Our own matters are more important," Shark Jiu said.

"Got it. I'll keep him detained." Chen Wujun nodded.

After leaving Shark Jiu, Chen Wujun texted Snake Aunt for the master's address.

"Curry, arrange a car. Come with me to Mong Kok Tsui this afternoon."

That afternoon, with a lackey driving, Curry and Li Wei accompanied Chen Wujun to Mong Kok Tsui.

"Brother Jun, what are we doing there?"

"I've had rotten luck recently. I'm going to find a master to change it."

"Over there, Mong Kok Tsui Building."

A moment later, the lackey parked the car in the underground garage, and the group went up to the thirteenth floor.

"Uncle Chen's Destiny and Feng Shui. This is the place." Chen Wujun looked at the sign and pushed the door open.

"Sir, is it for face reading or Feng Shui? How many of you?" A woman at the reception desk stood up immediately.

"Both. Where is Uncle Chen?"

"Please wait over there for a moment, sir."

Chen Wujun and his men waited for over half an hour. Just as he was getting impatient, two people emerged from the inner room. One was in a suit and tie, repeatedly expressing his thanks.

The other had white hair and a white beard, looking at least sixty years old. That must be Uncle Chen.

Chen Wujun looked him up and down and noticed something interesting. This Uncle Chen was actually a practitioner of Old Arts. His steps were light and agile, one leg substantial and the other insubstantial. His neck was straight, his body aligned like a thread, lean and tall. He likely practiced the Crane Style.

When Uncle Chen looked toward Chen Wujun, his gaze sharpened.

He saw a muscular young man with a turtle back and crane form, possessing exceptionally long arms, sitting there sizing him up. The young man's eyes were frighteningly bright, the corners carrying a trace of ruthless hostility.

What formidable Kung Fu.

What intense hostility!

Uncle Chen's heart stirred slightly, and he nodded at Chen Wujun.

A moment later, after seeing off the guest, Uncle Chen turned back and said to Chen Wujun, "Please, come inside."

Chen Wujun signaled for Curry and Li Wei to wait outside, then went in alone.

"Excellent Kung Fu, sir! Turtle back and crane form, with robust Qi and blood. You must cultivate both internally and externally! Are you here for wealth or destiny?"

"Can you calculate what I'm here for?" Chen Wujun asked with interest as he sat down.

"Please write a character."

Chen Wujun thought for a moment, then picked up a pen and wrote the character "One" (一).

Uncle Chen lightly tapped his fingertip on the "One" and said:

"The start of the stroke is life; the end is death. You write like you wield a blade—sharp and exposed. Your mind is not on seeking safety or ordinary fortune, but on walking a dark path to the bitter end, deciding life and death with a single thought. You are not here to ask about your future."

Hearing this, Chen Wujun raised an eyebrow.

Interesting.

Uncle Chen gave Chen Wujun a deep look.

"Your killing aura has not yet dissipated, and the scent of blood clings to you. You must have recently survived a life-and-death struggle. This character 'One' is straight and horizontal, seemingly simple, yet incomparably lonely and absolute. It is a path of slaughter, and a road of no return."

"As the saying goes: A General's Success is Built on Ten Thousand Rotting Bones!"

"If you wish to change your luck, it will be difficult beyond measure."