Chapter 1 The biggest thing is going home to eat

An Qisheng hung up the phone, booked a train ticket for tomorrow, and lay down on the bed with his clothes on.

He supported his cheek with his hand, closed his eyes, and drifted into a dream.

As his physical fitness became stronger and his spirit more vigorous, the time he spent in his dreams lengthened.

The only thing that hadn't changed was that his stay in his dream was still twenty-four hours, as if there was a limit.

But even so, being able to have twenty-four more hours than others already made him very satisfied.

After all, in his dream, he didn't need to eat, drink, or relieve himself, let alone sleep or rest.

Twenty-four hours of full-power study was more than three or five days for ordinary people.

His hard cultivation in reality might be considered martial arts fanaticism by others, but compared to his non-stop cultivation in his dreams, it was nothing.

Nothing happened overnight. The next day, at three o'clock in the morning, An Qisheng woke up on time.

He practiced his boxing in the nearby square for several hours, and when the sky was about to dawn, he arrived at the station and boarded the train home.

"Huh?"

As soon as he got on the train, An Qisheng frowned slightly.

His senses were already very strong, and after this two-month trip to the mountains and forests after entering the Huajin (Transformation Realm), his senses had become even stronger.

As soon as he sensed it, he noticed something was wrong.

"This journey seems to be a little interesting."

An Qisheng's mouth curled up, and he strode to find his seat and put down his luggage.

In just a few steps, he already knew the appearance and aura of more than a hundred people in the entire carriage.

With a thought, he fixed his gaze on a middle-aged man resting with his eyes closed.

The middle-aged man was wearing a duckbill cap, his face was sallow, he had a mustache on his lips, and his breathing was steady, as if he was asleep.

"His breath is steady, his eyebrows contain evil, his eyes are half-open and half-closed, he maintains a high degree of vigilance at all times, and he can strike at any time. Looking at his attire, he seems to be disguised. A fugitive? Or an assassin?

To be able to get on the train, he has some means...

Those men and women who seem to be chatting and resting also have martial arts skills, and they vaguely surround him in this carriage. They should be plainclothes law enforcement officers?"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered slightly:

"This person's disguise skills are very good. There is a high probability that he is a wanted criminal. My luck is not bad this time. Maybe I will get some points again..."

He had joined the Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum for a while, but apart from Wang Zhixuan's missions, he had not encountered any mission targets at all.

Since he encountered a suspected one this time, he naturally wouldn't let it go.

After all, he had always been a law-abiding citizen, and it was his bounden duty to help law enforcement officers capture fugitives.

With a thought, many wanted orders on the Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum flashed through his mind one by one.

His memory was very good, and he had read many wanted orders more than once. After checking them one by one, he really found something.

After all, although the middle-aged man's disguise skills were good, they couldn't compare to the head-changing makeup skills of those 'beauty anchors' in short videos.

[Shan Yi, Anjin (Inner Strength) cultivation, once privately made firearms, robbed tombs and dug graves, suspected of smuggling antiques and engaging in gangsterism, colluded with his brother Shan Zhuang to commit twenty-three homicides, extremely vicious, once his clues are discovered by the initiator, 20 points, capture (regardless of life or death) 260 points...]

"So it's someone from Shan Zhuang..."

An Qisheng rubbed his face, covering the cold light in the corner of his eyes.

He naturally remembered the name Shan Zhuang, not only remembered it, but also wrote the person's name in his notebook.

A year ago, when he was teaching Wang Anfeng Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist), a few gunmen came to his villa to kill Wang Anfeng, and one of them almost shot him in the head.

That was the first time he had been shot.

He considered himself not a petty person, but how could he forget such an experience?

"What a narrow road for enemies..."

An Qisheng sneered in his heart.

After Shan Zhuang and his senior brother, two Huajin (Transformation Realm) great martial artists, were killed by Wang Zhixuan, some of his accomplices fled to various places. Although most of them were caught, a small number of them were still on the run.

He had inquired about this matter before, but the law enforcement officers had no clue, and he naturally had no way to start.

After all, the Da Xuan region was vast and the terrain was extremely complex. If they really hid in a small mountain forest, it would be very difficult to find them.

But since he had encountered one, it was naturally for the best.

"It's a little cold, is the air conditioner in this car broken?"

Shan Yi pressed down his hat and muttered to himself.

He glanced around slightly, especially at the people who had just gotten on the car, and looked at them one by one.

An Qisheng made eye contact with him unintentionally, calm and normal.

"Sixteen people got off this carriage, and thirteen people got on, seven women and six men, no threat. The little kid in the white sportswear seems to have some crude martial arts skills..."

"His skin is soft and white, his hands and feet are limp, his eyes are dull, and his temples are not bulging..."

Shan Yi always felt that something was wrong, took another look at An Qisheng, confirmed that he was not a threat, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Heh..."

An Qisheng smiled faintly.

Beginners in martial arts are sharp-edged, and the higher their boxing skills, the stronger their aura. Even if they are concealed by some makeup or disguise, it is easy for people to see through.

This is 'release'.

And once you enter the Huajin (Transformation Realm), your strength is controlled like an arm, restrained and not released, hidden in the body.

This is 'control'.

Before Huajin (Transformation Realm), An Qisheng couldn't hide his martial arts skills, and he didn't think about hiding them, but once he entered Huajin (Transformation Realm), with his control over his strength, unless he really fought.

Even experts of the same level can't see his strength.

"Team Leader Zhou, there are six more stops to Jingcheng. When are we going to arrest him?"

In the next carriage, a young man returned to his seat with a bowl of instant noodles and said in a low voice.

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old. He closed his eyes halfway and replied softly:

"Now is not the time. Wait for him to get off the car before taking action. We can't force a dog to jump over the wall and harm the masses."

Zhou Guolin was a little tired.

Shan Yi was extremely ruthless and highly skilled. If he was really arrested on the train, it would be difficult to guarantee that he would not become desperate.

"Yes."

The young man replied in a low voice.

"Notify the brothers, don't get close to that carriage. Shan Yi has been on the run for many days and is very alert. If Xiao Zhao and the others hadn't entered that carriage one step earlier than him, they might have been discovered by him."

"Understood, Team Leader Zhou."

The young man nodded, indicating that he knew.

On the train, the speed passed quickly. It seemed that not long after, four stops had passed.

In the carriage where An Qisheng was, Shan Yi was very vigilant. Every time the train arrived at a station, people got on and off, and he would take advantage of the crowd to sit in some empty seats.

However, there were not many empty seats on the train. When no one got off the train, he even stood for forty minutes.

His performance was no different from someone who had not bought a seat.

After another stop passed, Shan Yi scanned the crowd and found an empty seat to sit down.

Next to him, An Qisheng turned to look out the window, a faint smile on his lips:

"What a coincidence..."