Madman!

Chapter 121: Ambushing Master Xin

The villas in Shoutian were built along the riverbank, each equipped with its own private pier in the back.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sharp crack of striking flesh echoed near the pier.

A young man, his posture embodying the Turtle Back and Crane Form, moved as if wading through heavy mud, circling endlessly on the ground.

His figure shifted unpredictably. With every turn, his palm lashed out, striking the air like a whip.

A moment later, his rhythm shifted. His movements became ancient and natural, yet his strikes carried the ferocity of a lion or tiger, possessing the devastating power of a cannon blast.

The twelve cannon techniques—Opening Cannon, Mountain-Splitting Cannon, Chain Cannon, Turning Cannon, Cross Cannon, Behind-the-Head Cannon, and others—flowed from his hands one after another.

The young man was, of course, Chen Wujun. His daily practice was an unshakeable habit, as constant as thunder.

After running through the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer routine twice, he flicked his fingers outward, causing his joints to pop loudly, before slowly executing a Tiger Form chopping strike.

Although he hadn't formally learned this specific technique, all martial arts shared common principles. The Swimming Dragon Palm contained chopping strikes, as did the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer. Having sensed Nguyen Minh Kim's force during their fight yesterday, he could mimic it with eighty to ninety percent accuracy.

It wasn't until half-past seven that Chen Wujun ceased his movements and began to pace slowly along the riverbank.Lush flowers and plants surrounded him, releasing a faint, pleasant fragrance. The gentle flow of the river nearby soothed his mind.

"The environment here is truly excellent," he murmured.

This natural setting filled Chen Wujun, who had grown up in the Walled City, with a sense of yearning and appreciation.

Those who had never lived inside the Walled City could never imagine the inhabitants' longing for the outside world.

The entire Walled City was nothing more than a massive, filthy cage.

This villa's surroundings satisfied him greatly. It was a pity that this was West Embankment.

After walking along the bank for a while, a wall appeared ahead. Chen Wujun's ears twitched; he heard a distinct whoosh sound in the distance.

It was a familiar sound—the noise of fabric snapping against a body during martial arts practice.

It sounded like a flag flapping violently atop a pole in a gale.

Driven by curiosity, Chen Wujun stepped forward, pushed off the ground, and landed silently atop the wall.

Dozens of meters away, a slender girl of about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in sportswear, was practicing boxing. Her movements were agile, clean, and decisive. With every punch and kick, her clothes snapped against her arms and legs with a sharp rhythm.

She had fair skin and excellent features—an oval face and phoenix eyes. Her expression held a certain sharpness, but without any malice.

One look at her demeanor revealed a wealthy upbringing.

'This style uses long bridges and short stances. It's different from the Qi Observation Way... I haven't really seen this before,' Chen Wujun thought, watching with interest.

Her kung fu wasn't exceptional, though certainly good compared to ordinary people. She could generate wind pressure with her empty-handed strikes, and her force was crisp. She had reached the level of Body Forging.

However, in his eyes, it was merely average.

Still, since it was a style he hadn't seen before, he was interested enough to stay and watch.

A moment later, he began to see through the techniques.

'This style excels in aggressive offense and seizing openings, flowing endlessly. The footwork follows a plum blossom pattern, and force generation is short and abrupt... There are many sealing movements with the hands—sealing the upper gates while the legs attack the lower gates...'

If Shark Jiu were here, she would recognize it as White Eyebrow Fist. There was a school teaching it within the Walled City, but the master there was mediocre and lacked fame.

Although Chen Wujun lacked broad experience, his talent for martial arts was superb, and his understanding of combat deep. After watching for just a short while, he had grasped the majority of her technique.

As the girl practiced, she turned inadvertently and caught a glimpse of movement. She whipped her head around, her pupils constricting instantly.

A massive young man was sitting on top of the wall.

She considered her senses keen, yet she hadn't realized when he had arrived.

Secretly watching someone practice martial arts was a taboo in itself.

Moreover, his brazen gaze, looking her up and down, felt like a violation.

Even after she discovered him, he showed no sign of backing down.

She immediately retracted her stance and said with displeasure, "It's rude to sneak around and watch people train!"

Chen Wujun didn't consider his temper bad, but it wasn't exactly good either. Being called "sneaky" annoyed him. He wasn't about to leave without a word, so he laughed and mocked, "Your kung fu isn't much, but your temper sure is big."

Hearing this, the girl's eyebrows shot up in anger.

Coming from a wealthy family, she was quite proud of her abilities. To be told by a peer that her "kung fu isn't much" was unbearable.

Without hesitation, she kicked out. A pebble the size of a child's fist flew toward Chen Wujun's face like an arrow.

Chen Wujun raised his hand and snatched the stone out of the air.

Seeing that she dared to attack him over a single disagreement, Chen Wujun's gaze turned cold. A fierce light flickered in his eyes as he debated whether to jump down, slap her into critical condition, and demand millions in medical fees.

However, remembering the important task at hand—dealing with Master Xin—he realized he shouldn't create unnecessary complications. He suppressed the urge.

Chen Wujun channeled his blood and Qi into his hands, causing them to turn red and swell slightly.

With a grinding motion of his palms, the pebble was reduced to powder, drifting down from his hands like fine sand.

The girl watched this scene, her pupils shrinking and her heart pounding wildly.

This young man looked about her age, yet he could grind a hard stone into powder with his bare hands. What kind of kung fu was this? How much strength did it require?

Even her boxing teacher, who could dodge bullets, couldn't effortlessly grind a stone to dust with a simple rub of his hands.

Chen Wujun powdered the stone, gave the girl a deep, meaningful look to memorize her face, then flipped backward and vanished.

That intense glance made the hair on the back of the girl's neck stand up.

'I provoked an expert! That look... he definitely memorized my face. He's young, which means his talent is terrifying. High talent, immense strength, but petty and bearing a fierce look in his eyes. He is likely a desperado. Such people are the most troublesome.'

'Although my family has many bodyguards, we are business people, not gangsters fighting for dominance. Provoking someone like that over a verbal conflict is completely pointless.' Regret filled her heart.

She was an extremely smart and rational person. However, growing up wealthy and practicing martial arts for years had given her a sharp edge.

She had been annoyed and mocked, so she kicked the stone to test his skill.

Now realizing he was a master—and a seemingly petty one—she felt chagrined.

'The estate next door seems to belong to a merchant from North Port... surnamed Shao? I'll ask someone later and find a chance to smooth over this misunderstanding.'

'He looks about my age, yet his strength is so formidable. I wonder how he trained.'

...

For the next two days, Chen Wujun stayed at the villa.

He wasn't one to go out and cause trouble unnecessarily. As long as he could practice martial arts, he was content staying indoors.

After finalizing the deal with Nguyen Minh Kim, Shark Jiu made arrangements to station Cun Bao and several subordinates at various locations in West Embankment.

That very night, acting on a tip-off, the Federal Police arrested them.

The charge was suspicion of involvement in the previous highway car accident and homicide.

During the arrest, Cun Bao resisted, injuring several officers and firing a gun at the scene.

The next day, Shark Jiu's whereabouts in West Embankment were discovered. After injuring several Federal Police officers, the Special Task Department pursued her, resulting in several more injuries on their side.

News of these events quickly reached Fat Nan's ears.

Fat Nan then relayed the information to Master Xin.

At the villa in Kau To Shan.

Master Xin listened quietly to his subordinate's report. After a long silence, he sighed.

"Shark Jiu... what a pity. If she had just been patient, she might have inherited Hetu."

"Sadly, her ambition is too great, and she has a traitorous bone in the back of her head..."

Master Xin truly felt regret. Shark Jiu had excellent temperament, strength, and potential. Unfortunately, her ambition was unchecked.

He wasn't ready to step down yet, and since Shark Jiu was becoming increasingly unruly, he had no choice but to eliminate her.

"It's a shame she didn't move against Elephant... That would have given me a legitimate excuse to take her down openly."

Master Xin had sent Elephant with Shark Jiu in the hope that she would attack him.

After thinking for a long time, Master Xin decided it was time to move.

He knew that Shark Jiu was aware he intended to kill her, and she would certainly have preparations of her own.

Although Shark Jiu seemed cornered in West Embankment, this was merely a predicament. His other arrangements might not be enough to secure her capture. He had to go personally.

Otherwise, if you strike a snake but don't kill it, it will return to bite you.

He picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.

Early next morning, Master Xin boarded a plane to West Embankment.

Almost as soon as Master Xin boarded, Shark Jiu received a message.

"The old man is coming... I wonder what he has prepared for me." Shark Jiu read the text and grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

Not far away, Chen Wujun was reading a newspaper. He spoke without looking up.

"Yesterday, the largest local jewelry company was robbed. Several pieces meant for an exhibition were taken. The total value is close to eighty million. Was that one of my senior brothers?"

"That is why we need a quick resolution," Shark Jiu said calmly.

Yuan Hong had done it.

This was exactly why she rarely associated with Yuan Hong and Pei Qingzhi.

They caused such massive messes that the Federal Police were bound to be watching closely.

Fortunately, Master Xin was already airborne. He would arrive in three hours at most.

They had to kill Master Xin before the police tracked down Yuan Hong. It would be perfect to pin Master Xin's death on the Northern River Sect and Yuan Hong.

Outsiders didn't know that she and Yuan Hong shared the same master.

"Get ready. We leave in a moment." Shark Jiu took out her phone and sent two messages.

Chen Wujun nodded. He went upstairs and retrieved two short-handled sickles he had commissioned over the last two days.

A moment later, the two set off in a car.

They intended to intercept and kill Master Xin on his way from the airport.

In truth, neither Master Xin's nor Shark Jiu's arrangements were particularly complex.

"Against experts, complex plans are useless. You can only understand their situation and create some trouble for them," Shark Jiu said calmly, sitting in the car with her eyes half-closed.

Yet, her aura was steadily accumulating, rising higher and higher.

"In the end, it comes down to who can beat the other to death."

Two hours later, a plane landed at Tan Son Nhat Airport.

"Master Xin!" Fat Nan stepped forward quickly to greet him. He glanced behind Master Xin and saw that besides Tall Guy, there were seven or eight others. Each was a towering figure with bulging muscles—New Arts experts.

Two were Tall Guy's men, but there were some Fat Nan had never seen before.