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Uncle Lu's sudden visit and abrupt departure brought a wealth of information to Jufeng, leaving this new figure in the Underworld momentarily overwhelmed.
In the past, the old man often engaged in his own antics outside, which could be attributed to youthful folly. He should have been more humble and willing to learn during ordinary times, yet Jufeng had always dismissed such notions. Now, it seemed that these middle-aged and elderly folks, who had inhaled the murky air of desire for decades, indeed possessed enough wisdom to paint several versions of the Clear and Bright River Map. Just a small spill from their vast knowledge could leave him covered in dirt. There was an old saying in Huaguo that perfectly encapsulated this: "If you don’t listen to the words of the elders, darkness will loom before you."
However, some things simply cannot be compared. Should one measure height against a giraffe? Should one compare swimming skills with a shark? The question of whether one eats more salt or rice ultimately depends on personal taste. The area north of Washing City tends to favor saltier flavors, while south of Yang City leans towards lighter ones; it’s merely a matter of local customs, so why bother with it?
Those elders seemed to have consumed too much salt, always preferring to solve problems with a salty approach. They were cautious about both present and future, speaking in multiple tones that made it hard to reach a clear conclusion. Jufeng truly disliked this and felt no need to conform; he had left home for this very reason. It was better to do things according to his own will.
Yet Uncle Lu was different. Compared to the old man, his words were relatively clear and he didn’t carry an air of superiority; he was quite competent as a father-in-law. Jufeng thought that since his elder had spoken up, he might as well give Andland a break. However, it seemed difficult for him to find any conflicting interests with Uncle Lu—could it be related to recent events?
Jia'er, your father appears to be exceptionally protective of you, his precious daughter; he probably even keeps track of how many times I visit the restroom.
That evening, Xue Hele returned home, and Jufeng briefly recounted Uncle Lu's visit. Lezheng naturally dared not say much, but Xue's gaze towards Jufeng held an odd expression.
Tong Bailong attended a welcome party at school and did not return for dinner. Jufeng wasn’t particularly interested in such artsy gatherings and decided not to steal the spotlight with his arm in a bandage. By the time Tong Bailong returned, night had fallen deeply; several members of Canglang One Floating Life were already asleep. He had clearly consumed quite a bit of alcohol and likely went out for dinner with classmates after the party.
As time flowed on and the neon lights faded away, a brand new dawn began to unfold slowly. Jufeng unceremoniously pulled Tong Bailong up; the big guy stood reluctantly in the yard while Jufeng was eager to engage.
This little scene had been agreed upon during their journey back to Washing City. Jufeng felt quite frustrated about his neglected martial arts over the past few years; with external pressures looming, he couldn’t afford any slack.
However, given that Jufeng was still nursing an injury, after some sparring sessions—even though Tong Bailong was half-asleep—Jufeng didn’t gain any advantage either. Instead, it aggravated his old wounds, causing red stains to seep through the white bandages.
Seeing Brother Jufeng bleeding shocked Tong Bailong; he hurriedly stepped forward to apologize. But Jufeng insisted on continuing their sparring session and wouldn’t blame his brother at all. It was just that his martial arts were nowhere near what they used to be, leaving him somewhat melancholic. After calming Tong Bailong down, he stood alone in the courtyard.
As dawn broke softly and the morning sun warmed the air slightly, Canglang One Floating Life felt rather desolate inside. The eldest brother entered the house silently while standing in the courtyard without uttering a word. A few younger brothers huddled together in corners of the yard, afraid even to breathe. It was evident that their eldest brother was feeling low at that moment; no one dared approach him for comfort.
At that moment, Xue Hele had already awakened, standing on the balcony of the second floor, each holding a steaming cup of coffee. They stood slightly apart, witnessing the unfolding events.
“Brother Jufeng, isn’t he overdoing it a bit? Is he really okay with those injuries?”
Xue took a sip of his coffee, glancing at the somewhat desolate and thin figure in the arena, and smiled slightly. “Brother Jufeng knows what he’s doing. Honestly, Brother Jufeng is quite the actor.”
Amidst the green grass and red flowers, a refreshing breeze brushed against them. For some reason, the solitary young man in the courtyard wore a faint smile.
After breakfast, Xue Hele continued with his daily work and hurriedly left. Today, Tong Bailong had no classes in the morning, so he went back to sleep off his hangover.
Jufeng strolled around the yard, joking with a group of friends. Suddenly, he spotted the bicycle he had delivered earlier and had a whimsical thought to relive old times. So, amidst his friends' playful banter, he broke through their circle with a commanding shout. Not one dared to stop him; only two brothers reluctantly stepped aside to follow him.
The villa was located in a corner of Washing City, close to the sea, and it took less than half an hour to ride there. With nothing else to do, Jufeng headed towards the seaside.
The coastline of Washing City was winding and long. The side Jufeng visited wasn’t a beautiful spot, so it rarely attracted visitors.
When Jufeng reached the beach, he stopped his bike. The gentle sea breeze caressed his clothes like a song, and for a moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of solitude. However, after being exposed to the wind for too long, it was not beneficial for his health. Sensing that it was time to head back, Jufeng mounted his bike again.
Up until this point, it felt like an impromptu outing—aimless and uneventful—merely a crude scene of a martial arts master dealing with setbacks to relieve his depression. Once the melancholy was dispelled and time passed by, everything would naturally return to normal.
However, just two minutes into his return journey, an incident suddenly occurred.
A car came speeding from afar towards Jufeng's bicycle without slowing down at all. It seemed intent on running him down. The two people in the car behind didn’t react in time; they watched helplessly as the vehicle was about to collide with Jufeng's bike. It seemed that the next scene would be filled with bloodshed.
However, although the imagined sound of a crash did occur, Jufeng's figure vanished from the bicycle at the very moment the car was about to collide with it.
The car slammed on its brakes, and the bicycle flew far away, landing in the shrubbery beside the highway. The frame was severely deformed, and those who witnessed it could almost envision how tragic it would have been if there had been someone in the car at that moment.
Of course, the reality is that there was no "what if." Jufeng stood calmly by the highway, watching with amusement as the car crashed and the three black cars that followed.
The car that had caused the accident was closely pursued by three black vehicles. Moments after the first car braked, these three cars arrived and blocked its escape route from the side. Including the car that had been following Jufeng, they effectively cut off all possible exits for the offending vehicle.
A large group of people immediately emerged from the three cars, led by Xue, with his subordinates all being members of Hurricane.
The occupants of the offending vehicle did not dare to show their faces, clearly realizing their plan had failed. The two individuals who had previously followed Jufeng crawled out of their car, looking bewildered.
(To be continued)
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