The ultimate master in the city

Just then, Monk Yuanzhi and Chu Xiaoling ran up to them. Monk Yuanzhi was carrying a brick. "Huh? Where's that old man?"

Zhou Fengchen rubbed his eyes, puzzled. "Ask me? Did they see something in your eyes too?"

"No!" Monk Yuanzhi shook his head, looking around. "That old man disappeared in the blink of an eye. I thought you kicked him away."

Chu Xiaoling also said, "I didn't see it clearly either."

"They've slipped away! It's pitch black, and we don't know how strong they are. Chasing them is pointless." Zhou Fengchen shook his head and pointed to the room upstairs where the old man had jumped down. "Let's go up and check it out."

The two of them and Chu Xiaoling and her son went up the stairs to the second floor and found the door wide open. The room was empty, and the two candles that were lit were mostly burned. The room was empty and desolate. In the corner, there was a makeshift stove made of firewood, with smoke rising from the firewood inside. A broken iron pot was leaning on top of it.

There was also a pile of yam peels, salt, MSG, an apron, and a pile of broken earthenware pots next to it.

Monk Yuanzhi kicked off the yam peel and chuckled, "Hey! So he was the one who put that dish there. That bastard's got some skills! He really went to great lengths to harm us, even setting up a stove to cook a dish that was still hot. Amazing!"

"We can't underestimate these extraordinary figures in the martial arts world." Zhou Fengchen rummaged through his apron and the broken earthenware pot, and said, "He has his reasons for being so certain. Maybe that kind of poison only works when mixed with yam and wood ear fungus."

"It's completely useless. I wouldn't do that myself. It feels a bit stupid." Monk Yuanzhi curled his lip, then asked, "But who is this bastard? What's his background? And how did he come to us? Could it be... that Miss Chen's senior brother?"

Zhou Fengchen was also confused. "I don't know either. We haven't offended anyone recently, have we? It can only be Miss Chen's senior brother."

The two studied it for a while longer, chatting back and forth, but they still couldn't come up with anything. It seemed like they could only wait for the other to come to them.

Back in their rented room, the two took out all their money. They had over 20,000 yuan left, plus 13,000 yuan from Little Beard and over 3,000 yuan from their family for the recent funeral, totaling nearly 40,000 yuan. The loose change was scattered all over the sofa.

Monk Yuanzhi, quick-witted, said, "Brother, staying in one place all the time isn't very interesting. How about... we go out of town for a trip, and maybe hide away for a while?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "How can that be? They can run away, but they can't hide. My family and sister are here; they'll be back sooner or later. Besides, running away isn't my style. My father taught me from a young age: if you're not convinced, fight. If you die, it's your own bad luck. Let's wait and see what this Miss Chen and her senior brother are like!"

"Alright then," Monk Yuanzhi shook his head, "I was just saying it offhand."

……

The next day, the light rain turned into a moderate rain, and it seemed like it wouldn't stop all day. The two waited anxiously all day, but apart from a call from Zhou Fengchen's family asking why he was discharged from the hospital early, nothing else happened. Miss Chen didn't show up, and the old man didn't play any more tricks.

Nothing was said that day.

On the third day at noon, Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi played Texas Hold'em for a while out of boredom. Feeling that the two of them were too bored, he was about to take a nap when his phone rang again.

Zhou Fengchen picked it up and saw that it was a call from Chen's father. He couldn't help but feel strange. The father and son didn't have a very good relationship, so why would he take the initiative to call?

After answering the phone, Mr. Chen seemed a little embarrassed. "Ah Zhi, it's me. Let me make it clear first, your dad isn't superstitious. I... um..."

Zhou Fengchen was even more puzzled when she saw him stammering and not speaking clearly. She asked, "What's wrong? Just say it."

Mr. Chen said, "Do you know anything about feng shui or metaphysics? Something's been acting strange in my office lately. Could you come over and take a look?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "Sure, where?"

After giving the address, Chen's father hung up the phone. Zhou Fengchen was about to take Monk Yuanzhi with him when he turned around and saw that the monk was already dazed. So he packed his things, said goodbye, and went out.

It was still drizzling outside, and it had been raining for three days straight. There was a lot of rainwater on the ground. Zhou Fengchen didn't have the habit of using an umbrella. He waded through the water out of the alley and stood by the roadside trying to flag down a car. It was hard to flag one down in the rain, and he didn't see one for a long time, so he hurried over on foot.

I walked and asked around for directions, and after walking for more than an hour, I was soaked to the bone when I got to the vicinity.

Just then, three young women dressed in professional attire came out of the steamed bun shop in front, carrying umbrellas and chatting and laughing while carrying steamed buns.

Zhou Fengchen glanced at the three casually, but once he looked, he couldn't take his eyes off them. One of the girls had a small wet patch on her buttocks, revealing a corner of her red underwear and a patch of white skin with a curve, which looked quite alluring.

He rubbed his nose and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he casually followed behind, glancing at the ground every few steps. He didn't feel that he was being lewd; on the contrary, he found it quite amusing. He was just killing time anyway, and his dad probably wasn't in a hurry, was he?

After walking for a while, Zhou Fengchen was engrossed in what he was seeing, wondering how he should brag to Monk Yuanzhi when he got back. Suddenly, the three girls turned a corner.

Zhou Fengchen was caught off guard by the turn and almost bumped into him. The three girls were startled when they saw someone following them closely. The girl with the wet bottom even trembled and dropped her bun on the ground, where it tumbled into a puddle and could no longer be eaten.

To be honest, aside from the impoliteness of looking at someone's butt, Zhou Fengchen couldn't really be blamed. But feeling guilty, he quickly said, "Sorry, sorry, I was in a hurry because of the rain!"

The three girls opposite were all quite good-looking, especially the one with the wet buttocks. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth; she was quite pretty. However, after looking Zhou Fengchen up and down, her words were extremely sarcastic: "Are you crazy? Can't you watch where you're going? Why are you following me so closely?"

Zhou Fengchen was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, "Why is this woman so fierce?" "I didn't even touch you, you scared yourself." With that, he turned and left.

The girl with the wet bottom got angry and grabbed him, saying, "You dropped my steamed bun, and you're just going to leave like that?"

Zhou Fengchen sighed and said, "Why don't you calculate how much the steamed buns cost in total, and I'll compensate you?"

The girl released him, saying disdainfully, "Look at you, carrying that shabby bag, a total loser. I don't even want your money. Apologize to me now!"

Zhou Fengchen was annoyed and said, "Such a pretty girl, how can you talk so rudely? I won't apologize to you. You insulted me a few times, so we're even."

"Ouch..." The girl glared and was about to curse again, but two other girls pulled her away, saying things like "Never mind" and "Okay," and finally managed to persuade her to leave.

The three of them went to a very impressive-looking building on the left. As they walked, the girl grumbled angrily, "What bad luck to run into someone like this, it's infuriating!"

The other two girls were both amused and exasperated. "Alright, alright, don't bother arguing with that kind of person, it's pointless."

Zhou Fengchen felt quite unlucky. If he had known that she was such a sharp-tongued and unforgiving woman, he wouldn't have looked at her even if she had taken her clothes off.

Only then did he remember the purpose of his trip. His father's company seemed to be nearby. Looking around, hey! What a coincidence! He was going to the same place as the three girls. There was a sign on the building—"Chen's Group Headquarters".

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