Madman!

Chapter 113: Is There No Justice?

Chen Wujun sat in the car heading toward Fisherman's Wharf. From a distance, he spotted a dozen men standing on the pier.

Numerous fishing boats were docked in the vicinity.

Cun Bao stood there smoking, clad in a floral short-sleeved shirt. Surrounding him were over a dozen of his subordinates, each one built like an ox.

“Take the car back,” Chen Wujun ordered as he pushed the door open and stepped out, sliding on a pair of sunglasses.

Curry, Li Wei, Fa Zai, and over a dozen other boys alighted from the trailing cars and fell in behind Chen Wujun.

“Cun Bao!” Chen Wujun greeted him with a grin, slapping him on the back.

“Dressed so loud—are you going on vacation?”

“Might as well treat it like a vacation. I heard it’s even hotter over there than in North Port, but at least the weather should be nicer.” Cun Bao handed Chen Wujun a cigarette.

“When will Sister Shark Jiu arrive?” Chen Wujun leaned in to light his cigarette and asked.

“She’s here.” Cun Bao glanced into the distance.Four cars were approaching. One belonged to Shark Jiu. Moments later, Shark Jiu stepped out, leading more than a dozen subordinates with bulging muscles.

Shark Jiu had her own crew, about twenty people in total. Almost all were New Arts Martial Artists with varying levels of strength.

They were rarely seen in public.

“Sister Shark Jiu,” everyone greeted her in succession.

“Since everyone is here, let’s board. It’ll take about thirty hours.” Shark Jiu surveyed the surroundings before walking toward a fishing boat named the Fumin.

The boat was covered in rust patches, and the deck was piled with fishing nets undergoing repairs. A pungent stench of fish assaulted them the moment they stepped aboard.

A dozen crew members stood on deck, looking somewhat nervous and guarded.

This boat usually transported stowaways, but the passengers this time were different.

“Sister Shark Jiu, everything is arranged. The conditions aren't great, but that’s the only way to avoid attracting attention,” said a muscular man who welcomed them. He appeared to be a New Arts Martial Artist as well.

“As long as you get us there,” Shark Jiu nodded.

Moments later, everyone had boarded. The boys were settled into the cabins and net hold. Chen Wujun walked in but was immediately driven out by the smell.

Soon, the hull began to vibrate, and the scent of diesel fuel grew heavy.

“Cun Bao, keep an eye on things.”

“Jun-zai, come with me.”

It was Chen Wujun’s first time on a boat, and he was finding it novel. Upon hearing her, he followed Shark Jiu to the captain’s quarters. Pushing the door open, it looked as if the room was on fire—the entire space was filled with smoke.

A rough voice boomed out: “Pair of twos! Straight! Pay up!”

As they entered, they saw five people already inside the room.

Three burly men were playing cards at the table, while others sat to the side smoking cigars.

Every one of them radiated a fierce aura; clearly, none were kind souls.

The moment Chen Wujun entered, his gaze fixed on two of them.

Both men possessed the "Turtle Back and Crane Form" physique, their muscles piled high and their brows sharp with aggression.

One appeared to be around thirty, sporting a stubbly beard and messy hair.

The other had thick eyebrows and large eyes. He looked to be in his twenties, handsome, with his hair slicked back with pomade.

Chen Wujun sensed an immense threat radiating from them. Standing before them felt like facing two great tigers lazily dozing after a full meal.

“Sister Nine!” The man in his twenties raised his hand high upon seeing Shark Jiu, then his eyes landed on Chen Wujun. He laughed heartily.

“That turtle back—it has to be Little Sixteen.”

“Even if Shark Jiu and Little Sixteen are here, you still have to pay up! Don’t think you can welch on the debt,” said the bearded man, slapping the table.

“Would I owe you and not pay?” The man in his twenties tossed a finger-sized gold bar onto the table.

The bearded man picked up the gold bar, weighed it in his hand, and checked the markings.

“Tsk tsk, this is from that batch of gold Lianxin lost last month, isn’t it?”

“ haven't offloaded it yet?”

“Kept it for fun.”

Lianxin was a famous large-scale security company in East District 9.

They spoke of such a deadly matter without the slightest scruple, completely disregarding Lianxin and the law.

Seeing this, Chen Wujun knew instantly that he approved of these two senior brothers.

If he remembered correctly, Lianxin had been robbed of over half a ton of gold last month, valued at over fifty million.

Just as his senior sister had said—Shark Jiu, Snake Aunt, and Chen Wujun were the decent, law-abiding ones.

“This is Little Sixteen. As long as you know.” Shark Jiu walked to a chair and sat down. The two men smoking cigars glanced at her and raised their eyebrows.

After all, Shark Jiu stood over 1.85 meters tall. Though a woman, her presence was powerful, and her short hair gave her a heroic air.

“These are your Seventh Senior Brother, Yuan Hong, and Tenth Senior Brother, Pei Qingzhi.”

Yuan Hong was the one with the beard.

“Seventh Brother! Tenth Brother!” Chen Wujun greeted them with a beaming smile.

“Heard you’ve only been training for a year. To achieve this in one year—not bad!” Yuan Hong nodded slightly.

“Indeed, not bad. I heard you took at least three years to reach this level back in the day,” Pei Qingzhi chuckled from the side. He dug around in a bag nearby and tossed a small black pouch to Chen Wujun.

“For you. A meeting gift. No markings, so no trouble selling them.”

Chen Wujun caught the pouch and opened it to find a small bag of diamonds. Although he didn’t know much about gems, he estimated they were worth at least a few million.

His impression of his Tenth Senior Brother immediately soared.

“Although it’s our first meeting, we are fellow disciples. These two brothers are like my own brothers from different mothers,” Chen Wujun said with a grin, his gaze shifting to Yuan Hong.

Yuan Hong scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed. “Damn it! Are you guys putting me on the spot?”

Yuan Hong couldn’t stand the slight.

He dug around in his pockets for a moment before saying resentfully:

“I didn’t bring anything. I’ve got nothing but lint. I’ll make up the meeting gift next time.”

He then changed the subject. “Little Nine, let me introduce two friends to you.”

“This is Kai Zi—people always take him for a sucker (kai-zi) in nightclubs. And this is Sea Duke. I invited them to help out,” Yuan Hong said, introducing the two men smoking on the sofa.

Both were New Arts experts. Chen Wujun had noticed them earlier; they were at least Harmonization Phase experts, though he didn't know if they had undergone mutation.

The other person was Pei Qingzhi’s friend, named Xu Anquan. His favorite line of work was finding a wealthy tycoon, taking a sum of money, and promising (xu) their safety (anquan).

These men were all about the "Big Tea Rice"—high-stakes scores. Three years of famine, but one score to last three years.

“After this is over, I’ll thank each of you personally,” Shark Jiu told them.

“Where’s Snake Aunt? You two are closest,” Yuan Hong asked, leaning back in his chair with his feet propped on the table.

“She’s keeping watch! She has other things to do afterward.”

“The situation is unclear at the moment. Once we arrive, you’ll hide in the dark…” Shark Jiu briefly explained the situation.

Under current circumstances, they couldn't plan too much; they had to take it one step at a time.

They would be in the light, while Yuan Hong, Pei Qingzhi, and the others would be in the shadows.

Chen Wujun sat to the side, tossing the small bag of diamonds in his hand.

Seeing Yuan Hong, Pei Qingzhi, and the others, he wasn't worried anymore.

Although he didn't know their exact strength, one was the Seventh Brother and the other the Tenth Brother; they certainly wouldn't be weak.

As long as Master Xin left North Port, he could forget about ever returning.

...

On the deck of the fishing boat, Chen Wujun set up a deck chair and lay there basking in the sun. He fiddled with a revolver, occasionally aiming at the seagulls and pulling the trigger.

Click!

Sunlight, the deck—aside from the pungent fish smell, everything was fine.

Yuan Hong and the others would stay hidden in the captain's quarters, disembarking only after everyone else had left to conceal themselves in the shadows.

He thought about his two senior brothers for a while and felt he should keep some distance from them.

After all, these two were rootless drifters, bold enough to touch the sky, regarding the law as nothing. They spoke casually of major crimes like robbing Lianxin of a batch of gold bars.

He, on the other hand, had territory and was a law-abiding citizen.

After pondering his brothers, he started thinking about West Embankment.

That was the territory of the Luoyue people. The local gangs were only average in strength—after all, it wasn't a place of winds and clouds like North Port, a land of heroes filled with local powerhouses and crossing dragons.

Anyone who could occupy territory in North Port was no easy target.

Furthermore, because the quantity of Magnetic Field Crystals flowing into West Embankment was low each year, the number of New Arts experts was also small.

The gangs of West Embankment might be average in power, but they were local snakes; they might very well have colluded with the police.

However, since this wasn't his turf, he could go all out.

...

It wasn't until noon the next day that the boat slowly arrived at the port of West Embankment.

The boys swarmed onto the deck, looking weary.

After a thirty-hour journey spent bumping around in the hold, everyone was exhausted.

Before long, the group of subordinates was herded off the boat. Once the captain had smoothed things over at the dock, the group disembarked and converted into two buses to head toward the city.

Half an hour later, as the two buses were driving down the road, a dump truck in the opposite lane suddenly swerved and smashed toward the leading bus.

Chen Wujun was watching the scenery from the vehicle. His eyes instantly caught the movement, and he cursed aloud, “Fuck!”

“Look out!”

Dropping the warning, he smashed through the window and leaped out.

Bang!

Accompanying a massive crash, the bus was knocked off the highway, flipping onto its side.

Upon landing, the muscles on Chen Wujun’s back bulged like coiled pythons. Driving his legs, he sprinted to the dump truck in a few bounds, grabbed the door, his arm muscles swelling high, and ripped the door straight off its hinges.

Although the dump truck driver was shaken dizzy by the impact, his face was full of excitement.

For doing this, he would not only get a sum of money but also be credited with a major contribution upon his return.

Just as he was visualizing his reward, he saw the car door ripped open with a bang. He jumped in fright, only to see Chen Wujun’s face radiating murderous intent.

The driver tried to escape out the other side, but Chen Wujun had already vaulted into the cab. He reached out, snapped the safety belt, dragged the man out, and slammed him onto the ground.

Thud!

Most of the driver's bones were shattered, and he began spewing blood.

“Damn it, a show of force right off the boat.” Chen Wujun scanned his surroundings. Ahead, seven or eight vans and box trucks had stopped. Doors slid open, and seventy or eighty Luoyue henchmen poured out, wielding blades.

Turning to look behind, the other bus had also stopped. The road to the rear was likewise blocked by another seven or eight vehicles, with a mass of Luoyue people jumping out.

Chen Wujun stomped down, snapping the neck of the truck driver beneath his feet.

At this moment, the eyes of the Luoyue men were filled with malice and cruelty as they surged forward like madmen.

“In broad daylight, hundreds of people waving knives and hacking at people—is there no law here? This is simply total disregard for justice!”

‘However, there isn’t even a single New Arts Martial Artist among them... It looks more like they’re being sent to die,’ Chen Wujun thought to himself as the Luoyue men reached him.

The leader raised his blade to slash at Chen Wujun. Chen Wujun’s body didn't move, but the muscles in his leg suddenly expanded, and he lashed out with a lightning-fast kick.

The kick arrived before the blade could land, sending the man flying.

Sickening cracks echoed as countless bones broke, and the flying body knocked down three or four people behind him.

Behind him, from the overturned bus off the road, his subordinates began crawling out of the windows, dizzy from the fall and burning with rage.

“Fuck, kill these monkeys!”