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Chapter 94 Bamboo Leaf Green

Taishan Martial Arts School has a small storefront, sandwiched between two bustling streets in Causeway Bay, and can be easily missed if you're not paying attention.

Pushing open the outer door, a faint scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of sweat wafted towards me.

The interior space is much larger than it appears from the outside, easily reaching two or three hundred square meters.

The ground is paved with blue bricks, and the beams and pillars are all made of natural wood, without any paint, and the surface has been polished to a warm luster by the years.

Several ink paintings and calligraphic works hang on the wall, their brushstrokes vigorous and powerful.

In the corner stood a statue of Guan Yu, with three sticks of incense burning in the incense burner in front of it, wisps of smoke rising from it.

In the very center of the arena, a man was leading seven or eight students in practicing boxing.

He was shirtless, his muscles were firm but not exaggerated, each one like refined iron that had been forged through countless hammer blows.

He was probably in his early thirties, with a very short buzz cut, high brow bones, and slightly sunken eye sockets, giving him a cold and tough look.

His movements were not fast, but each punch carried obvious force, and the sound of his sleeves tearing through the air was particularly clear in the quiet martial arts school.

"Waist and stance as one, power originating from the ground—"

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The man's voice was deep and authoritative, carrying an undeniable authority: "Hold back seven-tenths of your strength. It's easy to throw a punch, but hard to pull it back. Remember this: unless it's the decisive moment, never use all your strength under any circumstances!"

When a student's posture was incorrect, he walked over and gently tapped the student's ankle with his toe to indicate that he needed to adjust it.

There were no extra words or reprimands, but the oppressive atmosphere made the young trainees afraid to even breathe.

Chen Fan followed Yuan Haoyun into the martial arts hall, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on the man.

The Eye of Truth opens silently.

【Ah Hu - Harmony and Union Double Flower Red Stick】

Status: Alert

[Strength Level: 1.5 Wolf]

This figure is similar to that of someone who is moderately wealthy, and it would be considered the highest level among ordinary people.

Ah Hu also noticed the commotion at the door.

He stopped his stance, signaled for the students to continue, and then walked straight toward the two of them.

This guy's steps were steady, and his feet made almost no sound when they landed, like a tiger patrolling its territory.

"Gentlemen, this is a private martial arts school and is not open to the public."

Ah Hu stopped in front of the two, his gaze sweeping over Chen Fan and Yuan Haoyun, and said in a cold tone, "Please leave."

Yuan Haoyun didn't reveal that he was a policeman. Instead, he grinned, revealing his teeth, which were slightly yellowed from smoking.

"I'm not here to learn boxing."

Ah Hu frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Then what are you doing here? Trying to cause trouble?"

"Ahem, I'm looking for bamboo viper!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Hu's expression changed instantly.

His eyebrows were lowered, his pupils slightly contracted, and the muscles in his shoulders and back tensed up at the same time. His hands, which were originally hanging at his sides, unconsciously clenched into fists.

For a moment, it was as if a real tiger had appeared before Yuan Haoyun.

He was startled and stumbled backward until Chen Fan caught him by the back.

"Who are you?"

Ah Hu's voice was low, and his eyes were very cold and sharp.

"Why are you looking for bamboo leaf viper?"

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"Don't be impulsive. I'm Sister Qing's friend. Just tell her that Yuan Haoyun is coming to see her. Whether she sees him or not is her own decision."

Yuan Haoyun pressed down on Chen Fan, who was about to speak, and said in a deep voice.

Perhaps seeing that he didn't seem like someone who was there to cause trouble, Ah Hu slowly loosened his fist.

"Wait outside."

He left those words behind, turned and walked toward the back of the martial arts school, his figure quickly disappearing from sight.

Chen Fan turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Who is Zhu Yeqing? What is his connection to the Hehe Tu?"

Yuan Haoyun smiled mysteriously.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow but didn't ask any further questions.

The students in the martial arts school were still practicing their punches, with shouts of punches and retractions rising and falling, occasionally interspersed with the crisp sound of fists and feet cutting through the air.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, Ah Hu came out from behind again.

"Come with me."

His tone was a little softer than before, but he still didn't show much expression.

The two followed behind through a narrow corridor.

More calligraphy and paintings were hanging on the walls on both sides. Chen Fan glanced at them casually and found that several of the signatures belonged to well-known figures in the calligraphy and painting circles of Hong Kong.

A moment later, the three reached the end, and Ah Hu pushed open a narrow door.

"Sister Qing is waiting for you inside!"

Chen Fan followed Yuan Haoyun across the threshold, and the sight before him made him squint slightly.

This is a courtyard hidden among the high-rise buildings in the bustling city.

With its blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, and a large banyan tree in the center of the courtyard that casts a cool, dark shadow over half the yard.

A water vat about half a person's height is in the center of the yard, and... a woman is practicing boxing on it.

From his perspective, he could clearly see that the rim of the jar was covered with a layer of slippery substance of unknown origin.

Let alone standing on it to punch, just being able to stand steadily on it is enough to leave most people far behind.

But the woman stood perfectly still, without even swaying.

In addition, her punches are not fast, but every move is executed meticulously. From the start to the finish, her movements are smooth and flowing, without any unnecessary frills.

Chen Fan stared at her for a moment, then silently activated his Eye of Truth.

[The actual controller of the Bamboo Leaf Green Harmony Diagram]

[Status: Pure and Clear-Hearted]

[Combat Strength: Grandmaster]

The last three words shocked Chen Fan; it was the first time he had ever seen such a comment.

Yuan Haoyun, who was standing to the side, did not say anything.

This man, who is usually so anxious he looks like he has a fire burning in his pants, was unusually quiet at this moment.

After about ten minutes, the bamboo viper finally stopped attacking.

She slowly exhaled a long breath, then lightly leaped down from the water tank, landing almost without making a sound.

It was at this moment that Chen Fan finally saw the woman's face clearly.

very young!

That was his first reaction.

Upon closer inspection, however, something seemed amiss; that kind of demeanor couldn't possibly be found in a young person.

"Sister Qing!"

Yuan Haoyun walked forward enthusiastically.

"Long time no see, you haven't changed at all."

"If it weren't for your father, you wouldn't even be able to get through this door."

Bamboo Leaf Green looked at him with disgust, as if he had seen something filthy. "Spit it out! I don't have time to waste on you!"

"Hey, what are you saying? Can't I have come here specifically to see you?"

Yuan Haoyun replied with a grin, but quickly changed his tune before Zhu Yeqing's eyes turned cold, "Alright, alright, let's get down to business."

"Sister Qing, have you heard anything about Magellan's kidnapping case?"

"Ha, you cops are really something. Instead of investigating the case properly, you come to me, a gangster, for help?"

"Who else?"

"You think I have to answer your questions?"

Zhu Yeqing glanced at him, then turned her gaze to Chen Fan, her eyes brightening slightly.

"They must have worked hard. Who taught them?"