Trading system, I exchanged vegetables for golden pills.

The scarred man coldly uttered only two words: "Give me the money!"

"This—" Wu Defu hesitated, "Isn't it inappropriate to transfer money directly? It will leave a trace!"

"Hmph, so you mean you want to stall for time? You don't want to give it to me, do you?" The young man stepped forward and kicked Wu Defu in the thigh.

"We have to see the money today, or we won't leave, and neither will you!" the scarred man said slowly.

"I, I, 50 is not a small amount. You need to make an appointment to withdraw the money. Tomorrow, I promise I'll give it to you tomorrow, okay?" Wu Defu said helplessly.

"Transfer the money now. If you try anything funny again, don't blame me for not knowing where my knife is!" The scarred man brandished a set of fancy knife moves.

Seeing this, Wu Defu felt dizzy for a moment: "Okay, okay, quickly put the knife away, don't let it slip, I'll turn it right away!"

There's no time to worry about that now, let's just transfer the money!

Presumably no one would suspect him, and no one would investigate him.

If you anger Scarface and his gang, they might really stab him. Where can you go to reason with them then?

The scarred man released him, pulled Wu Defu up from the ground, and patted the dust off his body.

"Send it, no tricks!" the scarred man said, pulling out a bank card and handing it over.

Wu Defu was about to reach for his phone when he suddenly remembered he'd tossed it on the sofa: "Uh, well, I didn't bring my phone. I'll go upstairs and get it!"

"Damn, he won't admit it until he's faced with a death sentence!" The hot-tempered young man stepped forward and kicked Wu Defu in the stomach.

Wu Defu was unharmed this time, probably because he had too much fat around his belly and was on guard. He took two steps back to absorb the young man's strength.

Upon seeing this, the young man immediately threw a punch.

Wu Defu wanted to dodge, but thinking in his mind was one thing, and whether his body would obey him was another.

Wu Defu met the young man's fist head-on.

"boom--"

Wu Defu's face blossomed into a red flower, and two streams of blood gushed from his nose!

"Ah—stop, stop! I was in a hurry when I came down, I really didn't bring my phone, you can search me if you don't believe me!" Wu Defu hurriedly begged for mercy.

At this moment, he was seeing stars. He simply couldn't talk to the young man at all. No, he couldn't talk to him at all. What was going on with him resorting to violence all the time?

He really forgot his phone!

The scarred man looked around and said, "Xiao Hui, you come upstairs with me. The rest of you wait in the car!"

The scarred man and the young man followed Wu Defu back to Wu Defu's office.

Wu Defu's phone was indeed lying quietly on the sofa.

"See!" Wu Defu snorted and walked over to pick up his phone.

He got beaten up for nothing.

Wu Defu eventually transferred 50 yuan to the scarred man.

The scarred man and the young man then left satisfied.

"Don't forget the 10 yuan!" the young man warned before leaving.

Wu Defu gritted his teeth. Damn it, today was really unlucky. Not only did he get swindled out of 60 yuan, but he also got beaten up!

Soon only Wu Defu remained in the office. He paced back and forth a couple of times, then picked up his phone and made a call:

"Hey, it's all settled, but they're asking for an extra 60..."

What Wu Defu didn't notice was that his computer screen slowly dimmed and entered standby mode.

......

Ye Chen found Li Wenlong and told him to go back and wait for the organization's investigation results, and not to think about anything else.

Li Wenlong sighed. There was no other way now.

The next morning, Ye Chen got up early as usual. The neighborhood was already a bit chilly in the early morning, and the sun was rising a little late.

Dongzi stayed at his place last night, so Ye Chen woke him up as well.

Ye Chen didn't drag Dongzi to join the old men, but instead practiced Tai Chi in his yard.

Dongzi initially looked reluctant. "Isn't bed nice and cozy? Why do I have to get up so early?"

However, when Dongzi thought about how Ye Chen could take on more than a dozen people at once, and when he thought about how he could be that fierce one day, he held back!

It's just getting up early! What's the big deal? He got up early every single day during his nine years of compulsory education!

Let's practice! Let's practice!

Dongzi is quite athletic; he followed Ye Chen closely and started to imitate him!

After all, Tai Chi is something that everyone, young and old, is very familiar with. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run, right?

A big watermelon, cut in half, give one half to you and the other half to him. If you can't divide it evenly, kick him over!

After finishing his practice, Ye Chen gazed at the pale dawn sky for a moment before slowly speaking: "Carefully feel the fresh air you breathe, and absorb the essence of the sun at sunrise!"

"I know how to breathe, but how do I pick it up?" Dongzi asked, his face full of questions.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Chen said, "Just adjust your breathing rhythm and breathe naturally!"

Ye Chen ultimately did not choose to teach Dongzi the breathing technique at this time, not because Dongzi was untrustworthy, but because Ye Chen vaguely felt that the time was not yet right.

There are some things he can't tell Dongzi directly. If Dongzi's interest is just fleeting, then it doesn't matter whether he teaches him or not.

Maintaining natural breathing also allows spiritual energy to enter the body, but the amount is relatively small and almost negligible.

However, it is also beneficial to the body in the long run.

In short, everything will fall into place naturally!

He hasn't figured out the right path yet either, so let's take it slow!

A moment later, as the sun rose, Ye Chen finished his breathing exercises and looked at Dongzi.

Dongzi is still breathing peacefully...

Seeing him like this, Ye Chen couldn't help but want to laugh.

"How are you feeling?" Ye Chen asked.

Dongzi's breathing was interrupted, and he slowly opened his eyes: "How should I put it? The morning air feels so refreshing. Taking a few more breaths makes me feel much more comfortable. I've never noticed this before!"

Ye Chen nodded: "If you can get up this early every day, becoming stronger is only a matter of time!"

Dongzi opened his mouth: "Huh? Getting up early every day... But practicing boxing doesn't necessarily have to be in the morning, other times are fine too!"

Ye Chen smiled mysteriously: "If taking a few extra breaths of morning air can significantly improve your physical condition, can you get up early every day?"

"I see. If you're saying that waking up early can make you stronger, then maybe I'll be motivated!" Dongzi pondered.

Ye Chen chuckled lightly: "There's a reason why the ancients rose at the crowing of the rooster to practice martial arts. You want to learn kung fu but you think you can be lazy?"

Dongzi looked distressed: "Is learning kung fu this tiring?"

Ye Chen glanced at him sideways: "What do you think? This is nothing! Lying in bed, you've already learned kung fu? That's called Sleeping Arhat!"

"Okay, I'll set more alarms and try to change my lifestyle!" Dongzi sighed.

You can't have both kung fu and a cozy bed!

Dongzi came to Lucheng with the intention of learning kung fu from Ye Chen, so he was quite motivated!

"Practice hard, endure the tough times, and you'll soon find that martial arts training is not only arduous but also incredibly demanding!"

Ye Chen patted Dongzi on the shoulder, turned and went inside, leaving Dongzi looking completely bewildered.