"Are you planning to look for Yang Qian like this?" Bai Jing asked Li Chonglou as they got into a taxi.
Their car had been smashed by Yang Qian's people, and they wouldn't be able to drive it anymore.
After receiving a call from Tong Zhaolin and hearing the news, Li Chonglou left the hotel with her.
"Of course, we're going to Hu Yang Group. They smashed our car, so we can't take taxis forever. We need an explanation," Li Chonglou said matter-of-factly.
He had never been one to instigate trouble.
But he was never afraid of it either.
Yang Qian was a sore loser.
He resorted to such underhanded tactics. If it were any other time, Li Chonglou might not have bothered to find him and would have simply let the law handle it.
But circumstances were different now.
They were in Zhonghai, playing the role of wealthy second-generation heirs with quite the temper.
They absolutely could not swallow this loss in silence; it wouldn't fit their personas.
Therefore, it was also a good opportunity to vent their frustrations.
"Are you two from out of town? Hu Yang Group is quite famous in Zhonghai. From what you're saying, you have a grudge against them?" the taxi driver asked, showing a keen interest and a face full of gossip.
"That's right, they smashed our car," Bai Jing replied, nodding.
"I advise you two: if your car was really smashed, just let it go and report it to the insurance company," the driver said, as if giving advice from experience. "Don't act impulsively and go to Hu Yang Group."
"Otherwise, you'll suffer greatly."
Li Chonglou's sword-like eyebrows raised slightly. "Oh? Why is that?"
"How could ordinary people like us go up against these rich and powerful figures, especially when you're from out of town?" the driver explained. "I remember in '08, a building by Hu Yang Group collapsed, killing a resident. It caused a huge stir back then, and the government even got involved."
"But in the end, didn't it all blow over... a human life, isn't that worth more than your car?"
The implication was that Hu Yang Group acted with impunity.
Ordinary people simply couldn't afford to mess with them.
Li Chonglou had already experienced this. From Yang Qian's actions of surrounding Libao斋 yesterday, he could tell.
If it weren't for the powerful forces behind Libao斋, he probably would have charged in directly.
Even in this society with sound legal systems, to dare to act so unscrupulously showed how arrogant they were.
Especially back in '08.
However, with the clear skies and bright sun,
Li Chonglou had always believed that evil could never triumph over good. What was the point of having great power?
In this era, he wasn't just fighting against ordinary citizens; he was confronting the collective will of the entire nation.
"It's alright, we're not here to fight. We just want an explanation. If they don't agree, we'll expose it online," Li Chonglou replied with a smile.
"Sigh, you should still be careful..." the driver said, as if there was much more to it.
Screech!
Just then, suddenly, everyone tensed up, and the brakes were slammed shut.
The car lurched forward and stopped.
Less than half a meter from the front of the car stood a person.
An old man wearing a coarse linen robe and cloth shoes.
The old man had white hair and a youthful complexion, appearing as smooth as a child's skin, rosy and fair.
His almond-shaped eyes sparkled with a hidden sharpness, exuding an aura that made one hesitate to look directly at him.
With his hands behind his back, he stood proudly and aloof, as if the car were not there. His gaze, passing through the glass, fell upon Li Chonglou.
He slowly withdrew one hand from behind his back and beckoned to Li Chonglou.
"Are you f*cking trying to die, standing in the middle of the road..." the driver lowered the window and leaned out to curse.
Before he could finish, a small black dot shot out from the old man's palm with lightning speed, hitting the driver squarely on the forehead.
The driver's voice abruptly stopped. He fell unconscious, slumping against the car window.
This spot was next to an overpass, part of the service road.
With Zhonghai's already heavy traffic, the taxi blocking the road immediately caused traffic to slow down.
Countless vehicles began honking anxiously, creating chaos.
As part of her professional duty, Bai Jing wanted to get out and apprehend the old man.
But Li Chonglou grabbed her arm: "You can't handle this person. Don't act."
With that, he opened the door, got out, and slowly walked towards the old man.
Bai Jing, worried, immediately followed behind.
"You are Li Chonglou?" the old man asked coldly when Li Chonglou was about three to four meters away.
"It is I. What business do you have with me?" Li Chonglou asked, feigning ignorance.
Stopping him on the main road and using a small stone to knock out the driver, there couldn't be anything good about it.
The aura emanating from the old man was somewhat familiar to him.
It was similar to that old fellow Shen Yishou from Jin Dianzi, but more upright.
However, whether upright or sinister, anyone who sought trouble with him was an enemy.
"To kill you," the old man replied with a faint吐.
Bai Jing immediately warned nervously, "Elder, killing is against the law. You should think carefully."
"At your age, you're not suited to be an assassin, are you?"
They were on duty and naturally couldn't carry firearms. At this moment, facing an unarmed opponent, and having witnessed the old man's skill in knocking out the driver with a finger, she felt a bit apprehensive.
However, seeing that he was also empty-handed, she managed to maintain her composure.
"Noisy," the old man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he took a step forward.
But in the next moment, he was stopped by Li Chonglou: "Wait! This is not a place for killing. If you kill me here, with so many people watching, you won't be able to escape."
"This society is not what it was decades ago. There are cameras everywhere."
"If you don't want to cause trouble for the people behind you, then come with me to a deserted place."
Upon hearing this, Bai Jing was shocked.
Had Li Chonglou lost his mind? Someone wanted to kill him, and he was actually thinking of the other party.
Could it be that he was afraid the old man couldn't kill him and would resort to desperate measures, taking hostages?
Yes, that must be it.
Thinking this, she felt a surge of admiration for Li Chonglou again.
As expected of an Eagle team member, his awareness was so high.
The old man paused upon hearing this and felt it made some sense.
Although he didn't care about the law or cameras, he couldn't cause trouble for the Fan family.
Especially now that the family head was lying in bed, unconscious. At such a critical juncture, Fan Keli had interrupted his seclusion and woken him up, indicating a major event.
He couldn't add to their troubles.
After a brief thought, he nodded in agreement: "Please."
He wasn't afraid of Li Chonglou escaping. In his presence, no one could escape, and even this metal and flesh "little car" held no fear for him.
"Call the police. Definitely don't come looking for me," Li Chonglou mouthed silently, then abandoned the car and rushed down towards the overpass.
On the other side of the overpass was a park.
Although there were people in the park, it was still better than the main road.
As Li Chonglou sprinted, he secretly observed the old man's movements.
He noticed that the old man was keeping pace with him effortlessly, his balance perfect, each stride covering over a meter.
His speed was frighteningly fast.
Bai Jing was even more astonished. Li Chonglou's sudden burst of speed stunned her.
At this speed, even within the Eagles, he would rank in the top five.
Living and training with him day and night, she had only just discovered how terrifying Li Chonglou's strength was.
Without daring to linger on the thought, she quickly picked up her phone to call the police, then threw Li Chonglou's instructions to the back of her mind and chased after him into the park.
After the two of them left, Ye Niao also got out of a blocked taxi.
Her pupils constricted slightly, and she trailed Bai Jing from a distance.
At this moment, Bai Jing's attention was solely focused on the disappearing Li Chonglou, completely unaware that someone else was following her.
Meanwhile, Li Chonglou was becoming increasingly shocked.
The park was vast, with a man-made lake. He had already run two to three kilometers along the lake, and the old man had not fallen behind at all.
Suddenly, the old man accelerated, taking a few strides to rush in front of Li Chonglou, blocking his path, and said indifferently, "Stop. There's no one here anymore. I have no time to play cat-and-mouse games with you."
"Die quickly!"
Li Chonglou's brows furrowed deeply, and his entire body tensed in preparation.
This old man's behavior was strange, and his words sounded ancient, making him seem more like a time traveler than Li Chonglou himself.
His martial arts skills were terrifyingly high, and the pressure he exerted was even greater than that of Li Hanlong.
Although he had recently gained new insights from his sheepskin scroll cultivation technique, in a real confrontation, his chances of winning were less than thirty percent.
Therefore, he had deliberately led the old man into the park, intending to allow Bai Jing to escape and call for help.
Delay!
The surest method was to stall for time.
Li Chonglou shouted, "Wait. Since you want to kill me, you should at least let me know who you are?"
"Otherwise, even as a ghost, I will die with regrets and will haunt you and those behind you day and night for revenge!"
Old people were generally more superstitious.
Perhaps saying this would provoke him.
As expected, the old man snorted coldly, "I am Song Yi, a disciple of Wan Laisheng. You don't need to know anything else."
Song Yi was well aware that Li Chonglou was stalling him, allowing the young woman to escape.
But he still indulged him, partly to observe this young man who had caused trouble for the Fan family.
On the other hand, he was also moved by the young man's sense of loyalty.
Following him all the way, Li Chonglou's footwork and agility had also impressed him.
For a young man in his twenties to achieve this level was truly remarkable.
He had not emerged from seclusion for decades, but he knew that the world had changed greatly, and the inheritance of martial arts had declined immensely.
Therefore, by stating his name and lineage, he was also showing respect to Li Chonglou.
It was just a pity that he had offended the Fan family and was destined to die.
"Wan Laisheng?"
Li Chonglou was stunned: "You mean the one who was a disciple of Du Xinwu and later became a doctor?"
"That is truly a martial arts master!"
"Even an amateur like me has long heard of his name."
"Since you are a disciple of such a prestigious and virtuous master, why are you committing murder?"
"I believe I haven't done anything that would incur the wrath of heaven and earth. You should let me die with understanding."
Li Chonglou was delaying as much as he could. He knew he couldn't win in terms of martial arts; he had that much self-awareness.
He could only rely on his words.
Hearing Li Chonglou's high praise for Wan Laisheng, Song Yi's expression softened slightly.
However, his killing intent did not diminish. He proclaimed loudly, "Whether you have done bad things or not, I don't know. I eat the food of others and serve them faithfully."
"I am old and have nothing left to cling to. Killing you is my way of repaying a debt."
As he spoke, he exuded an upright aura.
There was no sign of the weakness of an old man; his spirit and energy were comparable to those of a young person.
Li Chonglou yearned for such a state, believing it to be the legendary "land immortal."
Unfortunately, he was here to take his life.
At this moment, Li Chonglou's mind raced at a hundred times the normal speed.
He blurted out, "Are you someone from Huang Dongcheng? Or from Hu Yang Group?"
"Youngster, what are you talking about? I've never heard of it. Stop wasting time and prepare to die." Song Yi's face showed a hint of impatience.
He tapped his toe, and his body suddenly exploded forward.
Like a swallow diving into a forest, he instantly covered several meters, appearing before Li Chonglou.
He calmly unleashed a palm strike.
Facing this palm strike, Li Chonglou's face showed horror, and a chill ran down his scalp.