Madman!

Chapter 68: Seeing the Finest Detail

The following day, as Chen Wujun stepped out of the car, he glanced at the sign overhead—Dingsheng Bank.

"Sister Jiu, the betting pool is inside a bank?" Chen Wujun asked, tilting his head. Although he had never heard of this bank, he was still surprised.

"At least sixty or seventy million is flowing into this pool. Putting that much capital through a trading company would require forging receipts, and we certainly can't count that much cash by hand, can we?" Shark Jiu explained as she got out of the car.

"Furthermore, large fund transfers usually have to be reported to the Federation. But since this bank is run by our own people, there's no need to report anything!" Shark Jiu added.

Chen Wujun finally understood; so there were this many twists and turns involved.

"That impressive? Is this one of Master Xin's properties?" Chen Wujun asked.

"If that old geezer had high-end assets like this, he would have gone legitimate and washed his hands of the underworld long ago. This bank's shareholders have ties to various gangs. Betting pools like this, or other large-scale transactions, are all routed through here."

Chen Wujun nodded, gazing at the magnificent bank lobby before him. He decided that if the opportunity ever arose, he would control a small bank himself. That way, moving funds around wouldn't attract the Federation's attention.

Besides, it would sound prestigious to mention.

Inside the bank, two men in suits spotted Shark Jiu and Chen Wujun entering and immediately hurried over to greet them."Sister Jiu, this way, please."

At the same time, one spoke into his walkie-talkie: "Sister Jiu has arrived."

They were then led to a VIP room, where the bank manager received them with eager hospitality.

Chen Wujun sat on the sofa in the VIP room, feeling it was far more comfortable than the broken one at his place.

It was even more plush than the sofa in Shark Jiu's office.

"What are the current odds for the pool?" Shark Jiu asked directly.

"Currently, a bet on Hetu pays 1 to 2.8, while a bet on Lidong pays 1 to 1.4."

"Put down 1.2 million for Jun, and 10 million for me. We're betting on ourselves!"

Chen Wujun placed his handbag on the table.

"I will transfer that 10 million to your account within three days," Shark Jiu said, crossing her legs.

When Chen Wujun left the bank, he held a deposit slip for an account named Jiuyun Trading.

Once deposited, this money would quickly be transferred to a capital pool called Dexing Investment, which was jointly controlled by the bookmakers of this betting event.

The news that Shark Jiu had wagered 10 million and Chen Wujun had bet 1.2 million on himself immediately reached the ears of the bookmakers operating behind the scenes.

"Shark Jiu is that confident? I heard her new fighter practices the same kung fu she does. No one knows who their master is... they're keeping it very mysterious."

......

After depositing the money, the first thing Chen Wujun did upon returning was to find someone to calculate the potential payout. 1.2 million at 2.8 odds—how much would he take home?

Upon learning it would be 3.36 million, he buried himself back in his martial arts training. It was now April 1st, and the weather in East District 9 was beginning to turn sweltering.

Chen Wujun swept his gaze across the roof opposite him, closed his eyes to visualize, then opened them again, his eyes flashing with intensity.

If anyone were to look directly into his eyes at that moment, they would find them terrifyingly bright, almost inhuman.

"364 tiles..."

Chen Wujun counted the tiles on the opposite roof again. Indeed, there were 364.

"Now that I can count the tiles clearly, it's time to count the bricks on the wall..." Chen Wujun shifted his gaze downward.

This continued until evening. As Chen Wujun walked back, his gaze constantly roved over the street.

'The man in the suit, ten meters ahead to the left... wallet in his left pocket... cuffs are frayed... average circumstances, not much money...'

'The woman three meters behind him has half a hickey on her neck. No telling whose bed she just rolled out of...'

'That young man in the jacket, eyes shifting nervously. His index and middle fingers are constantly hooked, mimicking a pinching motion. A pickpocket... he's targeting that old lady...'

'The youth to the front right... slight bulge at the waist, carrying a blade. His hand unconsciously keeps trying to touch it. A novice. He's looking for someone... a vendetta...'

As he practiced his eye training, Chen Wujun's vision became increasingly sharp. A single glance flooded his brain with countless details, a chaotic torrent that was nearly suffocating.

He had to capture the truly useful signals within this flood of information.

It wasn't just about how many people were nearby, but the details on their bodies, where their wallets were, only what valuables they carried...

'This is what it means to See the Finest Detail—to be able to see even the downy feathers on a bird in autumn. One glance, and the surrounding environment is in the palm of my hand.'

'With this eye training, at least I don't have to worry about being ambushed or encircled. I'll detect anything amiss immediately.' Chen Wujun was very satisfied with this observation technique.

'Plus, while sparring these last two days, I could perceive the opponent's force generation just by looking. Combined with Listening Force, my grasp on the death match has increased significantly. It's a pity I still haven't mastered Dragon Force...'

'There are only 20 days left until the death match. I wonder how Yu Wei is preparing.'

'He is a New Arts Expert, unlike me with a teacher's guidance. Even if others help him train, it's just New Arts stuff. He won't change as drastically as I have. Moreover, he relies on Cold Steel Combat Arts, which doesn't change easily. At most, he'll practice one or two killing moves.'

Chen Wujun ate dinner at home, then went to Ah Yue's place for another meal.

Because of his martial arts training, his daily energy consumption was immense. Between eye training, the four major stances of Bear, Crane, Tiger, and Ape, and his daily boxing practice, he never skipped a beat. He could now devour two large bowls of rice and half a kilogram of beef in a single sitting.

The food at home simply wasn't enough to feed him.

After resting briefly post-meal, he went to the Hetu Martial Arts Hall.

"Brother Jun!"

"Brother Jun!"

The gang members in the martial arts hall greeted him one after another.

Everyone in the hall knew him now, and they treated him with increasing caution.

Before, Chen Wujun had carried an air of green inexperience, but now, the ferocious aura radiating from him was becoming undeniable.

Chen Wujun walked up to the punch force testing equipment. With a stomp of his foot, he threw a punch.

This strike used only the coordinated force of his whole body, without any accumulated power.

Bang!

The cool blue numbers on the device jumped rapidly, finally settling at 658 kilograms.

Then, Chen Wujun took a deep breath. arching his body. He compressed his bones, muscles, and fascia before suddenly exploding outward.

Bang!

This time, the cool blue number stopped at 761 kilograms.

"Over 750. I can execute this level of compression in actual combat!" A huge sense of satisfaction and confidence rose in Chen Wujun's heart.

When the death match was first set, this level of explosive compression only yielded barely 500 kilograms of force.

Now it exceeded 750 kilograms.

Most importantly, after months of practice, his speed in compressing and exploding was extremely fast—fully usable in a real fight.

The strength gap between the two sides was no longer significant.

The rest depended on their individual skill levels.

"Ah Jun, here so early." Ah Hao led his men to the second floor and saw Chen Wujun standing in front of the machine.

Chen Wujun raised his hand to hit the button, clearing the numbers on the device.

He turned around, draped his left arm over Ah Hao's shoulder, and guided him into the adjacent room, which contained a single ring.

"You didn't eat too much, did you?"

"Why? Afraid I'll puke? Jun, you underestimate me." Ah Hao laughed loudly, patting Chen Wujun's back twice. He took off his jacket, revealing bulging, well-defined muscles. At a glance, he looked like he was cast from iron.

Chen Wujun also tossed his shirt aside, revealing an equally chiseled upper body. When he turned, the muscles on his back piled together, resembling a giant demon face.

Especially when he exerted force, his shoulder blades protruded like two massive balls of flesh, looking akin to horns on the demon's head.

Chen Wujun put on his gloves, took two quick steps, and leaped more than a meter in the air, clearing the ring ropes to land inside. He then turned to face Ah Hao.

Both men were wearing only half-finger gloves.

"Watch out!" As soon as Ah Hao spoke, he pushed off the ground.

But before Ah Hao even pushed off, Chen Wujun saw the muscles in his thighs and calves expand. Chen Wujun immediately shifted his feet to the left and simultaneously twisted his body.

Bang!

As Ah Hao threw his punch, Chen Wujun had already changed position. He reached out and grabbed Ah Hao's arm, but it felt like grabbing steel; his hand slipped right off.

Simultaneously, his eyes clearly saw the muscles in Ah Hao's waist and shoulders twisting. He immediately hooked his foot inward.

Ah Hao spun with a horizontal elbow strike, smashing over like a sledgehammer.

At the same time, Chen Wujun had already slid a step away, appearing behind Ah Hao to the right, and slapped a palm toward Ah Hao's shoulder.

Ah Hao used the momentum of the elbow strike to spin instantly, his arm colliding with Chen Wujun's arm, producing a sound like clashing iron.