Fanatic!

Chapter 68 Clearly aware of everything
The next day, when Chen Wujun got out of the car, he glanced at the sign above his head—Dingsheng Bank.

"Sister Shark, the gambling den is in the bank?" Chen Wujun turned his head and asked. Although he had never heard of this bank before, it still surprised him.

“This betting operation involved at least 60 to 70 million yuan. If it’s kept in a trading company, we’ll need to forge documents. We can’t just count it in cash, can we?” Shark Nine explained after getting out of the car.

“Moreover, large sums of money entering and leaving the country definitely need to be reported to the federal government. But since the bank is one of our own, we don’t need to report it!” Shark Nine explained.

Chen Wujun then realized that there were so many twists and turns involved.

"So powerful? Is this Lord Xin's property?" Chen Wujun asked.

"If the old man had such high-end businesses, he would have already gone straight to the bank. The bank's shareholders have connections with various gangs, and these kinds of gambling operations or large transactions all go through here."

Chen Wujun nodded, looking at the impressive bank lobby in front of him. He thought that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would also want to control a small bank so that the transfer of funds would not attract the attention of the federal government.

And it's also something to be proud of.

Two men in suits in the bank rushed over to greet Shark Nine and Chen Wujun when they entered.

"Ninth Sister, this way please."

At the same time, he said into the walkie-talkie, "Ninth Sister is here."

The two were then taken to a VIP room, where the bank manager immediately began to greet them attentively.

Chen Wujun sat on the sofa in the VIP room, feeling that it was much more comfortable than his own old sofa at home.

The sofa in the office is also more comfortable than the one in the Shark 9 office.

"What's the current betting odds?" Shark Nine asked directly.

"Currently, the odds for pressing the chart are 1 to 2.8, while the odds for betting on the East are 1 to 1.4."

"Junzi bets 120 million, I bet 1000 million, we're betting on ourselves!"

Chen Wujun placed the bag on the table.

"I will transfer the 1000 million to your account within three days," Shark Nine said, crossing his legs.

When Chen Wujun left the bank, he had an extra deposit slip in his hand. The account was with a company called Jiuyun Trading.

After the money is deposited, it will be transferred to a fund pool called Dexing Investment, which is jointly controlled by the bookmakers of this gambling game, in a very short time.

The news that Shark Nine had placed a bet of 1000 million and Chen Wujun himself had placed a bet of 120 million immediately reached the ears of the bookmaker behind the scenes.

"Shark Nine is so confident? I heard that his Singaporean girlfriend practices the same kung fu as her. I wonder who their master is... He keeps it all very secretive."

……

After depositing the money, Chen Wujun went back and immediately asked someone to calculate how much he could get out of 120 million with odds of 2.8.

Upon learning that it was 336 million, he continued to bury himself in martial arts training. Now it was April 1st, and the weather in the East Ninth District was starting to get hot.

Chen Wujun glanced at the rooftops opposite, closed his eyes to compare, and then opened them again after a moment, his eyes gleaming.

If someone were to look him directly in the eye, they would definitely think that his eyes were so bright they were almost inhuman.

"364 tiles..."

Chen Wujun counted the tiles on the opposite side again, and sure enough, there were 364.

“Now that we can count the tiles, it’s time to count the bricks on the wall…” Chen Wujun then turned his gaze to the wall.

As evening approached and Chen Wujun returned home, his gaze kept wandering around the streets.

"A man in a suit about 10 meters to the left had a wallet in his left pocket... His sleeves were worn... He wasn't well-off, he didn't have much money..."

"The woman three meters behind him had a half-hickey on her neck; I wonder which bed she had just gotten out of..."

"That young man in the jacket, with his shifty eyes and the constant hooking of two fingers as if he were picking something up, was a pickpocket... He'd got his eye on that old lady..."

"That young man on the right front... his waist is slightly bulging, he's carrying a knife, and his hand keeps unconsciously touching it. He's a novice. He's looking for someone... he's seeking revenge..."

With practice, Chen Wujun's eyesight improved, and a single glance could capture countless details that entered his mind, creating a suffocatingly noisy environment.

He must sift through this deluge of information to find truly useful signals.

Not just how many people are nearby, what details they have on them, where their wallets are, what valuables they have...

'This is what is meant by keen observation; one can see even the finest feathers on birds and beasts in autumn, and with a single glance, one understands the surrounding environment perfectly.'

'With this eye-training skill, at least I won't be afraid of being ambushed and killed. I can immediately detect anything amiss in my surroundings.' Chen Wujun was very satisfied with this eye-training skill.

"Moreover, these past two days when practicing boxing with others, I can sense their power just by looking at them. Training my eyes and listening to their strength has greatly increased my confidence in the duel, but it's a pity I still haven't mastered the Dragon Force..." "The duel is in 20 days; I wonder how Yu Wei's preparations are going."

'He's a master of new techniques, unlike me who has a teacher. Even if others train him, it's just the same old new techniques, nothing that will change as drastically as mine. Besides, he relies on Cold Steel Fighting Technique, which he doesn't easily change; at most, he can learn one or two killing moves.'

After Chen Wujun finished eating at home, he went to A Yue's place for another meal.

Because of his martial arts training, he expends a lot of energy every day. In addition to training his eyes, he never misses the four stances of bear, crane, tiger and ape and his fist practice. Now he can eat two large bowls of rice and a pound of beef in one meal.

The food at home was simply not enough for him.

After finishing his meal and resting for a while, he went to the Hetu Martial Arts School.

"Brother Jun!"

"Brother Jun!"

The henchmen of the martial arts school greeted him warmly when they saw him.

Now everyone in the martial arts school knows him, and they are becoming more and more careful when they are around him.

Chen Wujun used to be quite naive, but now his fierce aura is becoming more and more obvious.

Chen Wujun walked to the equipment for testing punching power, stomped his feet, and threw a punch.

This punch used the full force of the body without any pre-existing power.

boom!
The cold blue numbers on the equipment jumped rapidly, finally stopping at 1316 jin.

Then Chen Wujun took a deep breath, arched his body, and all his bones, muscles, and fascia began to compress before suddenly exploding.

boom!
This time, the blue number stopped at 1522 jin (758 catties).

"It's over 1500! This level of compression is what I can use in battle!" Chen Wujun felt a great sense of satisfaction and confidence.

During the previous betting battle, even with this level of compressed burst, his strength could only barely exceed 1000 jin.

And now it weighs over 1500 jin (750 catties).

Most importantly, after months of practice, he has become extremely fast at compressing and exploding to this extent, and can fully utilize it in actual combat.

The difference in strength between the two sides is not significant anymore.

The rest depends on the skill level of the two individuals.

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

Chen Wujun raised his hand and pressed the button to clear the numbers on the device.

He turned around, put his left hand on Ah Hao's shoulder, and they went into the room next to which there was only a fighting ring.

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

"What? Afraid I'll throw up? Junzi, you underestimate me." Ah Hao laughed and patted Chen Wujun on the back twice. Then he took off his jacket, revealing a muscular physique with clearly defined muscles.

At first glance, it looks as if it were cast from steel.

Chen Wujun also took off his shirt and threw it aside, revealing his equally well-defined upper body. When he turned around, the muscles on his back were piled up like a giant ghost face.

Especially when he exerts force, two huge fleshy lumps protrude from his shoulder blades, resembling horns on a ghost's face.

Chen Wujun put on his boxing gloves, took two quick steps, and leaped more than a meter into the air, jumping over the ring and ropes. He then turned to look at Ahao.

Both of them were only wearing half-finger boxing gloves.

"Watch out!" Ah Hao shouted as he pushed off with his foot.

Before Ah Hao even pushed off the ground, Chen Wujun saw the muscles in his thighs and calves begin to swell, and his feet immediately turned to the left while his body twisted.

boom!
As Ah Hao threw his punch, Chen Wujun changed positions and grabbed Ah Hao's arm. It felt like he was grabbing steel, and Ah Hao slid away.

At the same time, his eyes could clearly see Ah Hao's waist and shoulder muscles twisting, and he immediately took another step.

Ah Hao spun around and delivered a powerful elbow strike, like a sledgehammer.

At the same time, Chen Wujun slid out and appeared behind Ah Hao on the right, slapping Ah Hao's shoulder with a palm.

Ah Hao used the force of his elbow to turn around instantly, his arm colliding with Chen Wujun's arm, producing a sound like steel striking each other.

(End of this chapter)