The ultimate master in the city

The timing of this person's search was very clever, and the angle at which he launched the hidden weapon was also very tricky.

What kind of people are the most annoying in the world? It's those petty people who hide behind others and stab you in the back.

Zhou Fengchen gritted his teeth, endured the pain, got up, bypassed a group of monks, and with a few leaps, climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Going up the stairs, the second floor was still empty. In one of the rooms, the glass window made a slight creaking sound, and the curtains swayed.

Zhou Fengchen rushed over suddenly and caught a whiff of perfume along the way.

The scent of roses!

He paused for a moment, then instantly understood.

A blind date... I agreed under impossible circumstances... Playing hard to get, flirting... We agreed to meet here, only to encounter a vengeful Shaolin monk who stabs us in the back...

He touched his ribs; the steel needle was deeply embedded in his flesh, almost piercing the bone, and the area around it was already starting to feel numb, clearly indicating that the needle was highly poisonous!

"Surname Tang...a Sichuanese...a deadly hidden weapon..." Zhou Fengchen gritted his teeth and cursed, "Tang Sai'er of the Tang Clan of Sichuan, you bitch!"

What pretty girl! What blind date! If she wants to kill me, she's a complete coward!

He jumped out of the window and used "Wind Shadow Escape" to follow the scent of perfume.

They chased for half an hour until they reached a river. The perfume scent disappeared, and there was no sign of Tang Sai'er.

At this point, his entire stomach went numb and his head began to spin. Zhou Fengchen had no choice but to give up the chase and return to the villa, intending to interrogate the monks while he was still relatively sober.

However, when they arrived at the villa, the monks were gone!

He simply ran into the toilet, closed the door tightly, sat cross-legged, and used the Taoist "Three Powers Returning to Origin Technique" to force out the poison from the hidden weapon. Like forcing out alcohol, the poison flowed out from the corners of his mouth and ear holes, burning his face until it turned red and rotted.

After finishing and getting up, I still felt dizzy and nauseous. More importantly, I didn't know how long the steel needle was, and even the slightest movement caused severe pain in my stomach.

He staggered out of the villa, ran to the gate of the community to hail a taxi, and headed straight for the rented room. When he opened the door, all he could see were shadows.

Monk Yuanzhi and Chu Xiaoling rushed over, asking anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Fengchen swayed and stretched out his hand, saying quickly, "Take me to the People's Hospital. My mother is the director there. Have her help me remove what's in my stomach. Remember not to give me an IV drip; my body is resisting it. Feed me plenty of rib soup and fish soup..."

After saying that, everything went black and he fainted.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Fengchen regained consciousness. He smelled a faint scent of disinfectant, felt something soft beneath him, and heard people talking beside him.

My mother's voice was unusually serious: "Dr. Wu, have the test results come back yet?"

There was a rustling of pages turning, followed by an unfamiliar voice saying, "Dean Zhang, it's like this: the toxins in the patient's body are not chemical drugs or synthetic poisons, but rather toxins from animals."

Mom: "Snake venom?"

An unfamiliar voice: "It's very complex. After extraction and analysis, we found king cobras, black widow spiders, green-backed centipedes, and more. To be honest, after all this time, it's a miracle your young master is still alive!"

My mother's voice trembled as she asked, "Then...when will he wake up?"

The unfamiliar voice hesitated for a moment, "Well... it's hard to say. The key is that the gentleman next to him doesn't allow IV drips, and even if he wakes up, he might suffer from aftereffects, such as hemiplegia."

The words had barely left his lips when a sob came from the side. It was his younger sister, Chen Siya. His mother also choked up, and then came the monk Yuanzhi's loud voice, wailing, "Ah! My little brother, you can't leave me! You're my only friend in this life..."

Zhou Fengchen suppressed a laugh and checked his body. The pain and dizziness were gone. The steel needles should have been removed long ago, and the residual poison had also disappeared. Fortunately, Monk Yuanzhi listened to him and did not give him an IV drip, otherwise his body would have rejected it, and it would have taken some time for him to recover.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a private hospital room. His parents, sister, Monk Yuanzhi, Old Chen, and people from the martial arts school were all gathered around a doctor.

"It's not that serious, you're overthinking it." Zhou Fengchen shook his head, got up, opened the window next to him, looked at the sunlight outside, and stretched.

When I turned around, I saw a series of stunned faces.

……

Zhou Fengchen shooed away the doctor who wanted to examine him again, lay back on the bed, comforted his mother and sister for a while, and then asked, "How many days have I slept?"

Chen Ma wiped her eyes: "It's been three and a half days."

Zhou Fengchen nodded and asked Chen's father, "Is Tang Sai'er really your friend's niece?"

Mr. Chen looked embarrassed and sighed, saying, "After you got into trouble, we called the police and found out that my friend did have a niece and did want to find a partner, but not this Tang Sai'er. My friend was threatened and had no choice but to do this. Your mother and I were busy with work and didn't find out more details."

"I understand!" Zhou Fengchen nodded, then asked Chen Ma, "What about the things inside my body?"

Chen Ma took out a strange steel needle from a box behind her. It looked a bit like a fishhook, but with barbs on both sides, and was about six or seven centimeters long. "What is this? It looks terrifying!"

Zhou Fengchen casually picked it up and tossed it under the pillow. "You don't need to worry about it."

……

The family chatted for a long time afterward, and Zhou Fengchen finally managed to persuade them to leave, leaving only Monk Yuanzhi behind.

Monk Yuanzhi stewed a pot of pork ribs, then placed it on the table beside him, ladled out a bowl, and put it next to Zhou Fengchen, asking, "Brother, you've had a tough time these past few days. What's been going on?"

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Zhou Fengchen thought back for a moment and then recounted what had happened that night.

Monk Yuanzhi asked curiously, "Isn't the Tang Clan just something from novels? Does it really exist in reality?"

Zhou Fengchen took out the double-barbed steel needle from under his pillow and handed it to Monk Yuanzhi, saying, "Take a look and see what's on it."

Monk Yuanzhi took it and examined it closely. Pointing to a tiny character on it, he exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap! There's a traditional Chinese character for 'Tang'! This thing is so exquisitely crafted, it's terrifying!"

Zhou Fengchen smiled. "My father used to study the Tang Clan. This is a peacock feather needle, its length is just about the same as the diameter of the heart. If it goes through you in one go, plus the deadly poison, you will definitely die. The Tang Clan's hidden weapons are famous throughout the world, and they are not just something that exists in novels."

Monk Yuanzhi studied the needles for a while, then tossed them aside. "So what grudge do you have against the Tang Clan? That woman actually went so far as to impersonate a blind date to contact you?"

"She did this to test my strength and figure out how to strike with a single blow. After all, I'm usually very sensitive to danger, so it would be difficult for her to succeed. But... I don't know if she was specially invited by the Shaolin Temple or if she just happened to meet someone from the Shaolin Temple and then cooperated with them."

At this point, Zhou Fengchen gave a bitter smile. "Actually, the Tang Clan sometimes kills without any reason. When I was around ten years old, a Tang Clan expert went to kill my father, but he was caught, stripped naked, and hung on a tree to be exposed to the sun. When asked why, guess what the guy said? He said his father had once taken a dump in front of the house of some vice sect leader of the Tang Clan. What kind of bullshit reason is that?"

Monk Yuanzhi was also at a loss for words, and said, "Why do I feel like this is all so confusing? Shaolin Temple is seeking revenge on you, Tang Clan wants to kill you, and there's an even more terrifying Miss Chen... We need to sort this out properly."

"Don't worry about it," Zhou Fengchen said. "The Tang Clan has a strict rule: if someone dies, they only give you one hit. If they die, they're dead. If they don't, they won't bother you anymore. Tang Sai'er might as well be back in Sichuan eating boiled fish. And since the people from the Shaolin Temple's Bodhidharma Hall were defeated, the next ones to come will probably be experts from the Prajna Hall. These bald monks believe in fair play and won't resort to sneak attacks. Just wait. Right now, we only need to be wary of Miss Chen. Her injuries should have healed in the next few days, and her senior brother might also be coming."

"The Tang Clan has such a rule?" Monk Yuanzhi clicked his tongue. "That's too lenient on that woman!"

There wasn't much more to say here. The two of them shared the pot of pork rib soup. Afterward, Zhou Fengchen checked his wound. His body was different from ordinary people, and it had already healed. So the two of them discussed it and told the nurse that they should be discharged from the hospital.

By the time Zhou Fengchen returned to the building where he lived, it was already dark. Thinking of Chu Xiaoling and her son, he casually asked, "How are the two of them?"

"What can he do? He disappears during the day and comes out at night, all he does is eat." Monk Yuanzhi shook his head, then suddenly glanced at the eaves next to him, immediately narrowed his eyes, gently patted Zhou Fengchen, and whispered, "Does that strip of cloth in that little girl's hand look familiar?"

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