madnovel Chapter 66 If I absolutely must take them away today!
Chapter 66 If I absolutely must take them away today!
Fang Shuwen withdrew his fist and brought up the control panel again.
Name: Fang Shuwen
Attack: 13; Defense: 9; Health: 6; Spirit: 3
[Techniques: Tengshe Fist (Mastery), Bengshan Jin (Proficient)]
[Special Effects: Snake-like]
Skill Points: 29
Attack increased from 11 to 13, and defense increased from 8 to 9.
Life and spirit remain unmoved.
Fang Shuwen stared at the string of numbers and roughly got a sense of what was going on.
From proficient to master, the attack power of the Mountain-Crushing Force increased by two points, and the defense increased by one point.
He turned off the panel, walked to the basin in the corner, washed his face, and changed into clean clothes.
He then pulled out the pistol he had taken from Li Tong from under the bed, checked the magazine, and tucked it into his waistband.
Old Fang's whereabouts are unknown. Tomorrow at 10:00 AM, at the old wharf.
Whether it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, he has to go.
Fang Shuwen blew out the oil lamp and lay down in the darkness.
He didn't close his eyes, staring at the ceiling above him, going over the possible scenarios for tomorrow in his mind again and again.
The Wild Wolf Gang has a large and powerful force, with a Grandmaster of Internal Strength in charge; a head-on confrontation is definitely not an option.
But I can't not go.
Old Fang is there.
........
Fang Shuwen barely slept a wink all night.
As dawn broke, he got up, washed his face, and packed everything he needed to bring.
Then, they left the Zhao residence.
The town of Xikou was not fully awake in the early morning, with only a few breakfast stalls steaming on the streets.
Fang Shuwen bought two steamed buns from a street vendor and ate them as he walked, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.
No one is following them.
The old wharf is located east of Xikou County, next to the downstream of the Qingshui River.
It's called a dock, but it's been abandoned for a long time.
A few years ago, a new wharf was built upstream of Zhengjia, and cargo ships all docked there.
The old dock gradually fell into disrepair, leaving only a few dilapidated warehouses and a crooked pier.
It became a temporary shelter for some homeless people.
When Fang Shuwen arrived, it was not yet 9:30.
He didn't rush in; he first took a walk around the perimeter of the dock.
To the east of the dock was a reed bed, to the west were a few half-collapsed brick houses, to the south was a river, and to the north was a dirt road, the direction he had come from.
The terrain isn't particularly complex, but if a fight breaks out, there's not much room for retreat.
The three sides were blocked off, and only the way we came was accessible.
Fang Shuwen took a deep breath and stepped into the dock.
The door to the dilapidated warehouse was open, dark and gaping, like an open mouth.
Fang Shuwen stood at the door, not going inside, but calling out first:
"I am coming."
The sound wasn't loud, but it carried far across the empty dock.
A steam lamp was lit up inside the warehouse.
A dim, yellowish light spread out, illuminating half of the warehouse.
Fang Shuwen saw Lao Fang.
Old Fang was tied to a chair, his mouth stuffed with a rag, his eyes swollen like peaches, and there were several bruises on his face.
Upon seeing Fang Shuwen enter, Old Fang suddenly struggled to his feet, the chair legs creaking on the floor as he made muffled "woo-woo" sounds.
He shook his head, clearly telling him to leave quickly.
"Dad, it's okay."
Fang Shuwen glanced at Lao Fang, his gaze sweeping over the bruises on his face before returning to his own.
He turned to look into the warehouse.
Standing next to the lantern was a man in his early forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a black mole on his chin.
It was the same person who relayed the message last night.
There were seven or eight men standing behind him, some with knives, some with sticks, all of them burly and strong, and they didn't look like good guys.
In the very center was a grand armchair, and a middle-aged man was sitting in it.
The man was burly, with a square face and a scar that ran diagonally from his eyebrow to his jaw.
Wang Yue, leader of the Wild Wolf Gang.
Fang Shuwen had seen this person from afar several times.
"Fang Shuwen?"
Wang Yue spoke, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, carrying a condescending tone.
"They've got guts; they actually dared to come."
Fang Shuwen didn't reply. His gaze lingered on Old Fang for a moment to make sure he wasn't in immediate danger before turning back to look at Wang Yue.
"You're the ones who beat my father?"
"Those who don't know the rules naturally need to be taught a lesson."
Wang Yue stood up, walked around from behind the armchair, and stopped three steps away from Fang Shuwen, looking him up and down.
"You're the one who killed my brother?"
Fang Shuwen frowned: "Your brother? Who?"
"Wang Hu".
Fang Shuwen thought to himself, "It really is because of Wang Hu."
But how did this person know?
No, he probably just got a clue from somewhere and had some suspicions.
If it were truly certain, he would have acted long ago and wouldn't have staged this scene.
"I don't know him."
Wang Yue's face darkened.
He pulled a photo out of his pocket and threw it in front of Fang Shuwen.
The photo fell to the ground, and could be clearly seen by the light of the kerosene lamp. There was a scar on the face, and the person was wearing a gray cloth short jacket.
Fang Shuwen recognized him.
Tiger.
The one in Qingshuihe Bay.
"He is my younger brother."
"Fang Shuwen, tell me, do you know him? Did you kill him?"
"I really don't know this person," Fang Shuwen said.
"Heh, he's young but his mouth is tough. Someone loosen this kid's bones and let me see if his mouth is still so hard."
And just then!
"Beep!"
The sound of car horns came from outside the dock, loud and urgent.
Everyone paused for a moment.
Fang Shuwen turned his head to look outside.
A black Ford car drove up from the other end of the dirt road at high speed, kicking up a trail of dust.
The car braked suddenly at the warehouse entrance, leaving a black mark on the ground from the tires.
The back door was pushed open from the inside.
"Chief Wang, I have something to discuss with these two people. I wonder if it would be convenient for you?"
An aged yet powerful voice came from inside the car, slow and deliberate, carrying an air of undeniable authority.
Everyone in the warehouse was stunned.
Wang Yue's brows furrowed as he stared at the black Ford, his gaze dark and brooding.
As the car door opened, the first thing to emerge was a black lacquered walking stick, with a piece of emerald green jade inlaid at the top, gleaming in the morning light.
Then there was the woman in blue, with a white goatee and a slender but upright posture.
Zheng Yuanpei.
The top martial arts expert in Xikou County, and a former martial arts champion.
He got out of the car, stood at the warehouse entrance, and slammed his cane on the ground with a dull thud.
Wang Yue's expression changed, but he quickly regained his cold and hard demeanor.
He took a step forward and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Zheng Yuanpei.
"Lord Zheng, what brings you here?"
"What? Can't I come?"
Zheng Yuanpei gave him a cold look and tapped his cane on the ground again.
"This dock is your Wild Wolf Gang's territory? Do I need to greet you before I even come here?"
"I wouldn't dare."
Wang Yue's tone was relatively polite, but the ruthlessness in his eyes hadn't faded.
"Master Zheng, these two men have some personal grudges against my Wild Wolf Gang. What do you think, sir..."
"Personal grudge?"
Zheng Yuanpei sneered, his gaze falling on the bruises on Lao Fang's face.
"What if I insist on taking them with me today?"