Not as skilled as I am.

“Sister Zeng, Sister Zeng!” Chen Fengyun called out loudly.

“Kid, what are you yelling for in here?” Sure enough, as soon as he shouted, two burly men emerged from the building.

“I’m looking for someone. Have you seen a young girl and two young men?” Chen Fengyun asked anxiously, then described the appearance of Zeng Yiyue and the other two.

“We know where they went, we can take you to them.” The two big men naturally recognized the three people Chen had described; they had just seen them by the elevator, so they exchanged a glance and spoke.

“Thank you so much.” Chen Fengyun acted as if he was completely unaware of any danger and followed them inside.

“Kid, what’s your relationship with that girl? Is she your sister?” one of the men asked.

“Oh, we’re colleagues, but she’s older than me, so I call her Sister,” Chen Fengyun replied.

“And what do you all do?” the other man inquired.

“We work in Rongcheng. We came together for a trip, to experience the excitement of jade gambling,” Chen Fengyun explained, causing both men and those listening in through their earpieces to breathe a sigh of relief.

Before long, the two men led Chen Fengyun by elevator down to the basement, where in a room he saw Zeng Yiyue and the other two, still locked up. From outside, occasional violent noises echoed in.

“Sister Zeng, I finally found you,” Chen Fengyun said with a smile.

“Chen Fengyun, how did you get in here? Did they catch you too? Why didn’t you run?” Zeng Yiyue asked, a bit worried.

“Oh, I came in on my own. Someone told me they’d seen you, so they brought me in. Sister Zeng, why are you guys being held?” Chen Fengyun asked.

“I’m not sure, but I overheard them say it might have something to do with my uncle. I wonder if he’s in trouble?” Zeng Yiyue replied anxiously.

Chen Fengyun immediately understood. It must be about what happened this afternoon. They knew about Zeng Yiyue’s relationship with Zhao Jianguo, so they secretly detained her, intending to use her as leverage against Zhao Jianguo.

Earlier, on the surface, Chen Fengyun’s spiritual sense could scan the basement, but he wasn’t able to hear anything, so he didn’t know the details. Now, however, he could hear the sounds outside, and should be able to figure out what was happening between Zhao Jianguo and the other party.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do now. They’ve taken our phones, so we’ll just have to wait and see,” Chen Fengyun comforted Zeng Yiyue, then quieted his mind to focus on the situation outside.

Bang!

At that moment, the match on the ring had reached its conclusion. One fighter had been knocked off by his opponent, his limbs broken, writhing and screaming in agony on the ground.

“Zhao Jianguo, I must say, the retired special forces soldier you brought is quite something, managing to beat my champion. But tonight, I’ve brought in some real experts. Your fate is sealed,” the middle-aged man across from him said with a careless smile.

“Han Dequan, what are you up to? If you think you’ll win my shares through this match, you’re dreaming,” Zhao Jianguo retorted with a scowl.

“Zhao Jianguo, I know you still have a Russian and a Thai fighter, both formidable. But tonight, I’ve got the Tang family heir and the Southern Faction’s Fourth Master, and I also have your niece in my hands. You’d better hand over your shares,” Han Dequan laughed heartily.

“What did you say? You’ve got Xiaoyue?” Zhao Jianguo’s face changed dramatically. He immediately said a few words to a subordinate, who hurried off to make a call, but returned empty-handed.

“Boss Zhao, the men outside haven’t seen your niece. She and her friends are missing,” the subordinate reported.

“Han Dequan, this is between you and me. What are you doing with my niece? Release her at once, or I’ll fight you to the bitter end!” Zhao Jianguo took a step forward and shouted at Han Dequan.

“Old Zhao, relax. I’d never harm a little girl. But let’s settle this as agreed: whoever wins the match takes all the shares, and I’ll release your niece,” Han Dequan replied.

“Fine, it’s a deal,” Zhao Jianguo said through gritted teeth. He knew he was likely to lose tonight, as the other side was clearly prepared.

“I am Tang Zhuifeng, here to challenge you,” announced a wiry man beside Han Dequan, who leapt onto the ring and saluted the burly man opposite.

“Lao Dao, do your best. If you have to surrender, it’s alright,” Zhao Jianguo said with a complicated expression to the man on the ring. Lao Dao had been a new recruit under Zhao in the army, later becoming a special forces soldier, and after retirement, continued to work for him.

But Lao Dao had just fought a fierce battle, and now, facing the heir of the Tang family’s seventy-two leg techniques, he lasted only five or six minutes before being kicked off the ring, spitting blood.

After that, Zhao Jianguo’s Thai boxer entered the ring to battle Tang Zhuifeng. They fought for more than ten minutes before the Thai was kicked off, his arm broken, though Tang Zhuifeng was clearly exhausted.

When Zhao Jianguo’s Russian boxer stepped up, the goatee next to Han Dequan jumped onto the ring as well. Chen Fengyun’s expression changed; he sensed a faint spiritual energy from the man with the goatee.

During the fight, the goateed man displayed ancient martial arts techniques, his body occasionally emitting a faint aura. Though the Russian was strong and skilled, he lasted only a little over ten minutes before being defeated.

“Zhao Jianguo, it seems you’ve lost. Hand over your shares and I’ll return your niece,” Han Dequan laughed.

“Fine, a bet’s a bet…” Zhao Jianguo drew a deep breath and signaled for his fighters to be helped up, nodding.

Boom!

Before he could finish, a loud crash erupted from the side. A huge hole appeared in the wall of one building, and Chen Fengyun led Zeng Yiyue, Geng Chunming, and Xu Dalin out through it.

“Heavens, are you a martial arts master?” Geng Chunming stammered, staring at Chen Fengyun—after all, the hole had been kicked out by him.

“Incredible! One kick and a hole like that—he’s definitely a master!” Xu Dalin’s eyes nearly popped out.

“Chen Fengyun, are qigong masters really that powerful?” Zeng Yiyue was surprised, but not shocked—she knew Chen Fengyun practiced qigong.

“Of course. When you combine advanced qigong with martial arts, the results are remarkable. Most qigong practitioners don’t have time for martial training, or their qigong isn’t up to standard, so they’re not as strong as me,” Chen Fengyun replied with perfect seriousness.