Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The office fell into dead silence.

The flame of the gas lamp flickered twice.

Ryan stared at Irving for a moment.

Finally, he sighed.

"Oh well."

Ryan stopped looking at Owen, turned to look at Xiren, and pushed the booklet towards him.

"Take a look."

Xilun looked down.

The yellowed pages were densely covered with the names and descriptions of six or seven martial arts styles.

Renn's voice rang in my ears.

"Police combat techniques are just one of the most basic combat techniques."

"It's mostly used for physical fitness or to deal with ordinary people on the street."

"You don't have much of an advantage when facing other extraordinary individuals."

"The Bone-Crushing Fist must be unleashed at the right moment and cannot be used casually."

Raine picked up his teacup and took a sip of cold tea.

"So I suggest..."

"If you have enough money, you can learn a fighting style that's good enough to fight against extraordinary individuals."

Xilun seemed to be deep in thought.

He was currently financially well-off, and when facing the bear Suber, he did indeed feel somewhat weak and frail.

"How about directly learning the combat techniques of a first-tier extraordinary being?" Siren asked.

Renn smiled and put down his teacup.

"I have no objection."

"If you can handle it."

Xilun reached out and turned to the third page, where more advanced techniques were recorded.

His gaze fell on a martial art called "Cross Slash".

This is a sword-based combat technique.

The description reads: Recommended for first-tier extraordinary cultivators to practice, with powerful and sweeping movements that can tear through heavy armor.

Price: £30.

Price is secondary.

Xilun looked down and saw a line of smaller text: "Cultivating the Cross Slash requires extremely high strength. Before baptism, it is almost impossible to meet the conditions for exerting force."

"It is difficult to practice before baptism."

Xilun immediately dismissed the idea.

It's pointless to buy something that can't be used.

Since it's difficult to learn and expensive, let's start by practicing step by step.

He turned the page back to the second page.

A list of more advanced combat techniques compared to police combat techniques.

The first technique is the East Thai kicking method.

It emphasizes the use of legs, feet, and knees in brutal combat techniques.

Further down, you'll find all sorts of kicking and grappling techniques.

Xilun's gaze swept all the way to the end.

Finally, the message stopped at the name that Irving had just pointed to.

Dorok's Dark Claw Technique!

The handwriting in the introduction exuded a sharp, murderous aura.

"Observe the Dark Gold Subel Bear and practice this technique."

"It has an extraordinary ability to utilize strength and physique."

"Incredibly powerful."

"One needs to comprehend the mysteries of claw techniques in order to make progress; it is extremely difficult to learn and extremely difficult to master."

"Extremely powerful!"

Xilun's finger hovered over the page.

Dark Gold Subel Bear!

The terrifying beast that tore District Inspector Xiu Suo to pieces in the underground cave at White Crow Wharf last night instantly flashed into his mind.

He clearly remembered the black line that pierced his chest when he plunged his blood-stained long knife into the giant bear's belly.

"The Claw of Corruption".

Xilun silently repeated the name in his heart.

With a thought, ten bony claws could grow from his hands, and his palms could spew out a gray-black, corrosive claw breath.

This "Dorok Dark Claw Technique" was practically tailor-made for him.

Others need to observe and comprehend the true meaning of the Dark Gold Subel Bear.

He had already forcibly taken the bear's talent and made it his own.

Xilun glanced at it twice before looking up.

He extended his index finger and pointed heavily at the entry for "Dorok Dark Claw Technique".

"Mentor, this is what I want to study."

Renn looked at the spot Siren was pointing to and nodded slightly.

His face showed no surprise, but rather a sense of matter-of-fact.

He had always trusted Xilun.

Xilun is calm and composed, and never acts rashly. Since he chose this subject, there must have been reasons for it, and it is only natural that he studies it.

Irving, who was standing to the side, instantly turned grim.

He stared intently at Ryan, his teeth grinding together.

Renn actually favored Xiren more than him!

When I chose this Dark Claw Kung Fu, my instructor tried every means to dissuade me, even bringing up my personality flaws to suppress me.

Now that Xilun wants to learn, the instructor didn't waste a single word and immediately nodded in agreement!

What is this?

This is practically slapping his face in the face! They really underestimated him!

Irving snorted coldly, turned his head away, and refused to look at the two of them again.

Ryan completely ignored Irving's emotions.

He closed the red booklet, stood up, and gave the instructions:

"In that case, you shall prepare yourselves."

"Next Monday, go to the basement level."

Ryan placed his hands on the table and leaned forward.

"Learning from a mentor in the club."

"That mentor is just a first-tier extraordinary being."

"But he has already mastered the 'Dorok Dark Claw Technique' to the level of a master."

Renn looked at the two of them and explained:

"He is the most skilled fighter in the entire club."

......

As evening fell, the people in the training room gradually dispersed.

Xilun stuffed his training clothes into his bag, changed into the faded coarse cloth shirt, and buttoned up the cuffs.

Fester was still wiping his sweat when he looked up at him.

"Shall we go?"

"You go back first."

Xilun picked up the cloth bag and slung it over his shoulder, speaking casually.

"I have something to do, I need to go to the Kanavi family's house."

Fester was taken aback.

Since they both rented rooms at the Golden Rooster Hotel, they have been going back together almost every evening.

Fester was responsible for complaining about how many punches he'd gotten that day, while Siren was responsible for remaining silent.

It's become a habit.

Fester opened his mouth, but didn't ask anything.

He saw Xilen push open the training room door and turn at the end of the corridor.

Feist stood there, wrung out a towel and hung it around his neck, then walked out of the club's gate alone.

The gaslights on the street had just come on, and their orange glow stretched his shadow long.

The wind was cold. Fester hunched his shoulders, lowered his head, and walked alone toward the Golden Rooster Hotel.

There were no second footsteps behind him.

Bai Sulun Supermarket, back room.

Carlo sat across the table, intently staring at the documents in front of him.

A document, folded into three sections, was laid out on the table.

Carlo kept his head down, reading line by line.

My fingers pressed against the edges of the paper, my knuckles turning slightly white.

Xilun held a cup of hot tea and took a sip.

The tea was brewed by Carlo, using inferior broken tea leaves that tasted bitter and astringent.

He put down his cup and tapped the table with his fingertips.

"Take a look."

"This document might help you negotiate with the distribution channels."

Carlo didn't look up.

His eyes darted across the paper, his fingers flipped to the second page, paused for three seconds, and then flipped back to the first page.

A person who has been in business for twenty years doesn't need others to highlight key points.

Carlo's breathing became very light.

This document records the procurement targets and supplier coordination process for White Crow Wharf, and bears the Brotherhood's secret emblem.

For a struggling small supermarket owner, this thing is like a stepping stone.

Carlo finally raised his head and glanced at Xilen.

"We are currently in contact with the Bai Sulun brand."

His voice was very low.

"This document is very useful."

"With this leverage, we might be able to negotiate a good price."

Xilun nodded without saying anything.

Carlo was silent for a few seconds, then he folded the documents, placed them on the corner of the table, and pressed his palm on them.

He raised his eyes and said in a calm but serious tone:

"Since it's a business deal, we have to talk about the stakes."

Xilun nodded slightly: "Go on."

Carlo pondered for a moment, then unconsciously tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Mr. Siren is exceptionally focused; I think this is more suitable for you."