Madman!

Chapter 85: Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover

The next morning, while Chen Wujun was practicing boxing at the martial arts hall, he received a call from Gao Qiang.

"Brother Jun, I've delivered the car near the Walled City. Where should I wait for you?"

Chen Wujun named a location, then called Curry, instructing him to bring a subordinate who knew about cars to inspect it for any issues.

They made their way to the location without delay.

Arriving at Dongzheng Road, they immediately spotted a black "Tiger Head" sedan parked by the roadside.

"Brother Jun, is that the one? That car has real style. A Tiger Head 126—only the big bosses drive these," the underling Curry brought along exclaimed excitedly upon seeing the vehicle.

Men always loved cars.

"It's Brother Jun's car, of course it has style," Curry added from the side.

As they approached, Gao Qiang stepped out of the vehicle with two other men.

"Brother Jun, the car is here.""It was originally a first-hand car, but now it's second-hand," Chen Wujun remarked leisurely.

"Brother Jun, you really love to joke." Gao Qiang laughed heartily.

"Just as well, I have some business to discuss with you." Chen Wujun draped his arm over Gao Qiang's shoulder and led him aside.

"Can you get your hands on Street Fighter 2 game boards?"

"Brother Jun, you asked the right person. In all of North Port, aside from the Bird of Paradise, we're the only ones!" Gao Qiang immediately patted his chest.

"They sell the genuine article. You're comparing yourself to them?"

"I need twenty boards. Give me a number," Chen Wujun said.

"I'm not sure if we have that many left. Let me make a call and ask," Gao Qiang replied quickly.

He stepped aside to make a call, then returned. "Brother Jun, the price of bootlegs has been hyped up recently. They used to be 8,000, but now they've gone up to 10,000. However, since it's you, I'll still count it as 8,000. This is company business; everyone else is selling at 10,000. I'm selling to you at 8,000—I really can't go any lower."

"Done." Chen Wujun nodded.

He realized that Gao Qiang's group was quite useful, so he didn't mind spending a little extra money.

"Do you have slot machines?"

While the two were talking, a sedan passed by on Dongzheng Road. A large white man sitting inside swept his gaze to the side and told the driver, "Stop the car. Go over there."

Moments later, a grey sedan pulled up near Chen Wujun and his group. Several burly men stepped out of the vehicle.

Chen Wujun sensed something immediately. One glance was enough to recognize their identity.

People from the Special Task Department.

Harris was among them.

"Isn't this Hetu's hot new rising star? Buying a car? Is it a stolen vehicle or a 'water vehicle'?" Harris walked over to the car and patted the hood twice.

"Is the Special Task Department this idle every day? I wonder where the taxes paid by the Federation's citizens go each year," Chen Wujun sneered.

"The taxes paid by the Federation's citizens... what does that have to do with you? Have you ever paid taxes?" Harris ordered his subordinate, "Take down the license plate number, check the engine, and call the traffic department to run a check. See if it's a cloned plate."

"If it is, we can tow it away."

After giving his orders, Harris walked up to Chen Wujun and looked down at him.

Harris was nearly six feet three inches tall, standing half a head taller than Chen Wujun.

"I told you, as long as you leave the Walled City, I'll stare you down."

Chen Wujun narrowed his eyes, a fierce light surging within them.

A moment later, his expression relaxed, and he smiled. "I walk straight and sit straight. I'm not breaking any laws or causing disorder. If you want to stare, then stare."

Harris laughed loudly upon hearing this, his eyes full of mockery.

"Walk straight and sit straight... that's what all the scum in prison say."

A moment later, another officer from the Special Task Department walked up to Harris and said, "The license plate is fine, but it's hard to say about the rest. I think we should tow it back for a thorough inspection. How could people like them buy something with legitimate paperwork?"

The traffic department check had come back clean, but the officer could see his Group Leader wanted to cause trouble, so he immediately provided a pretext.

"Tell the traffic department to keep an eye on this car. We have a case to handle today, no time to waste with him," Harris ordered.

He had simply spotted them while working a case and stopped to cause some trouble.

He pointed a finger at Chen Wujun. "Remember what I said. Don't leave the Walled City."

His goal was to constantly harass Chen Wujun, to suppress him and see if he would bow his head.

Chen Wujun squinted as he watched the group get back into their car and drive away, gradually disappearing into the traffic flow, before withdrawing his gaze.

'Sure enough, killing him is the right move.'

'While the conflict between us isn't too big yet... he's offended so many people, there must be plenty who want him dead. If I kill him, few would suspect me.'

Chen Wujun also realized that if these authorities really wanted to trouble someone, they could indeed cause a lot of problems.

'In the future, if the opportunity arises, it would be best to bribe some people in the authorities to reduce these troubles.'

Although no one had taught him this, he felt that if he didn't want to be harassed by these people every day, it was best to buy some of them off.

Only then could he clear the path ahead.

'Moreover... after buying some people off, I can use them to strike at my opponents.'

Gao Qiang had been hiding to the side since the beginning, not saying a word. He didn't want to be targeted by the Special Task Department.

"Let's go. I'm going to the bank to withdraw money." Chen Wujun greeted him, then went to the bank and withdrew 370,000 to give to Gao Qiang.

He also finalized the deal for the game boards. In addition to Street Fighter 2, there were also slot machines.

Although there were numerous gambling dens in the Walled City that no one regulated.

The number of people playing slot machines wouldn't be huge, but there would always be players.

After eating, Chen Wujun got into the car and had his subordinate drive him around the center of North Port.

After all, this was his own car, and it put him in a good mood.

It wasn't until evening that he arrived at Ah Qi's home.

This time, she had not only prepared middle school textbooks but was ready to teach him bit by bit.

"I'm not taking the university entrance exam, I just need to learn a little math..."

"Science... indeed needs to be learned... and social sciences..."

Physics, chemistry, and biology were all included in science, while history and geography were included in social sciences.

Chen Wujun had to relearn everything from scratch.

Fortunately, after practicing martial arts, his mind was sharper than before. Knowing that learning was important, and having someone specifically to teach him, he managed to have the patience to keep at it.

If he was truly uninterested in something and felt it was useless, he would simply toss it aside.

...

The next day, Chen Wujun returned to the warehouse to practice boxing. After spending two days, he could finally walk on the grease-coated wooden stakes as if walking on flat ground.

It was just that his movements were slightly slower than before.

The moment his center of gravity shifted even slightly, he knew how the force beneath his feet would change. He could immediately adjust the small muscles in his toes and soles to firmly adhere to the surface.

However, the problem arose when he tried to walk the stakes and hit the sandbag simultaneously.

With one punch, as the sandbag absorbed the force, a counter-force was transmitted back to his body. His foot slipped, and he fell straight off.

Chen Wujun abruptly adjusted his center of gravity in mid-air, landed steadily on the ground, then vaulted his body back up onto the wooden stakes.

"Again!"

When doing other things, even a little setback would annoy him.

Especially mathematics.

But when practicing martial arts, these setbacks didn't bother him in the slightest.

Not just because his life and fortune depended on his kung fu.

Every time, he could feel himself improving, becoming stronger, and he enjoyed this sensation.

On Tuesday, Zhou Qing came to the warehouse and saw Chen Wujun walking the stakes while hitting the sandbag. His figure swayed slightly from time to time, something that shouldn't have been happening to him at all.

Zhou Qing stood at the warehouse entrance, swept his gaze across the room, and saw the layer of grease smeared on the wooden stakes.

Standing at the door, he watched with an appreciative gaze for a moment. He truly admired this disciple.

He knew about some of the events that had occurred in the Walled City.

He didn't feel there was any problem with them at all.

Regardless of one's mindset, as long as one could remain steadfast to their original intention, there would be no difference in their kung fu in the end.

Chen Wujun's style might have been considered bad in the past.

But now... from a certain perspective, it was actually a good thing.

A moment later, Chen Wujun jumped down from the wooden stakes, the soles of his feet still coated in a layer of grease.

"Master."

"It looks like you know what you need to do," Zhou Qing said.

He saw no confusion on Chen Wujun's face.

That meant Chen Wujun had found his path to Qi Refining.

It was even faster than he had anticipated.

"Yes, Master. I found it." Chen Wujun nodded.

He wanted to beat Harris to death.

Although he had thought of a way to limit Harris's speed, the two sides would eventually have to clash.

Practicing a Horizontal Training Kung Fu to increase physical durability wouldn't enable him to block bullets.

The firearms used by the Special Task Department were large-caliber revolvers with immense power, capable of punching through steel plates.

But in close-quarters combat, a tyrannical physique would provide a few more opportunities.

"Horizontal Training Kung Fu... that is good as well." Zhou Qing nodded slightly.

Chen Wujun's kung fu was now sufficient to learn some other things.

"In the Old Arts, there is a Horizontal Training technique called the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover."

"This Old Art requires you to vibrate your internal organs and flesh through specific sounds and breathing methods while being struck and soaking in medicinal baths. This transports Qi and blood to improve the body's durability."

"When attacked, you can use sound to transport Qi and blood, turning your whole body into a solid iron plate to disperse the received force. At the same time, the vocalization can intimidate the opponent, reducing the impact you take."

"The most important part of this kung fu is the vocalization. If you just take hits and soak in medicinal baths, relying only on muscle and bone defense, it's dead kung fu. No matter how much you train, it won't be effective."

"So, I will teach you the method of vocalization. As for the medicinal baths, you'll have to figure that out yourself," Zhou Qing explained.

Hearing about medicinal baths, Chen Wujun knew he was going to spend money again.

From the time he started learning martial arts until now, every step of these Old Arts required Magnetic Field Crystals, even more than what the New Arts required.

Zhou Qing stood there, his abdomen puffing out first, followed by a vibration running through his entire body. He seemed to expand by a whole size as a breath rushed up from his throat.

"ROAR!"

Chen Wujun felt as if a real tiger was right in front of him. However, unlike the Tiger Descending Mountain stance, which resembled a hungry tiger coming down to hunt, this was different.

This was a ferocious tiger perched upon a rock, roaring across the forest.

After Zhou Qing let out this tiger roar, the sound echoed endlessly in the warehouse. Even the training equipment and walls trembled slightly.

What astonished Chen Wujun the most was that Zhou Qing now stood over two meters tall, his clothes looking as if they were about to burst apart.

Even his facial features seemed to have changed somewhat.