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If a bullet remains lodged in the muscle for too long, it can easily lead to infection and necrosis, which would severely damage a martial artist's future abilities. Having temporarily escaped the police's pursuit, Chen Tan Hua had to first extract the bullet from Jufeng's shoulder.
The dagger, Huankezhao, transformed into a Second-Grade Dagger, was equivalent to a sterile surgical knife used in hospitals within five seconds of switching from the Metal Knife to the Thermal Sword.
Chen Tan Hua looked at Jufeng, who nodded coldly, his meaning clear.
Chen Tan Hua switched the dagger to the Thermal Sword and then back to the Metal Knife. With lightning speed and unwavering determination, he plunged it into Jufeng's shoulder.
"Ugh!" Jufeng grunted as veins bulged on his forehead, beads of sweat falling to the ground.
The blade sank into flesh, stirring and twisting within the muscle without any anesthetic or sedative. The pain was beyond description; it felt like an excruciating sting from a needle that resonated deep within both body and soul.
To ensure the muscle remained relaxed for the procedure, Jufeng had to keep his injured arm as loose as possible while his other hand clenched into a fist. His untrimmed nails dug painfully into his palm from their frantic escape.
Blood flowed freely from his shoulder and palm, soaking through his clothes and pooling beneath him like a crimson spring.
In ancient times, there were Martial Sages and Bone-Cleansing Therapy; now there was Jufeng extracting flesh and bullets.
Chen Tan Hua could naturally sense Jufeng's agony. Because of this, he focused even more intently, hoping to end this suffering in the shortest time possible. Perhaps having come here five times before made him more familiar with the process. Although it was Chen Tan Hua's first time performing such a task, he completed it smoothly with unwavering resolve.
The entire process took no more than a minute, but that minute felt like an eternity in hell. With a gentle flick of the Metal Knife, the bullet fell to the ground with a crisp sound, marking the end of this painful ordeal.
Jufeng looked at the blood-soaked bullet and finally let out a long breath. Not only was his forehead drenched in sweat, but his entire body felt as if he had just emerged from a sauna.
"I will definitely make them pay for this bullet!"
Jufeng struggled to rise from the ground, slowly feeling the heart-wrenching pain in his shoulder as he spoke coldly.
Chen Tan Hua tore off a strip from his shirt sleeve and wrapped it around Jufeng's shoulder. Apologetically, he said, "It's all my fault for letting my personal feelings cloud my judgment. If I hadn't been distracted, I would have been the one carrying Yang Kan. Your instincts are sharper than mine; maybe we wouldn't have been shot."
Jufeng shook his head. What had happened was already done; regretting it now was no longer important. He couldn't help but feel even more frustrated thinking about how their only witness, Yang Kan, had now become unavailable for corroboration.
"What do we do now? Yang Kan is dead, and our only lead is gone. We didn't even manage to record any video—what a wasted effort."
Chen Tan Hua thought that the result of Eight Years was all for nothing, and naturally, he felt a surge of anger. This feeling was truly unpleasant.
Jufeng was also deep in thought, clearly realizing that both clues he had were now dead ends. If he wanted to expose Huankezhao's misdeeds, he would need to find other ways.
Just as the two were feeling frustrated, a figure suddenly appeared around the corner of the alley not far away.
The distance to the corner was less than ten meters, and due to the increasing noise of the city and their affected moods and bodies, neither Chen Tan Hua nor Jufeng noticed anything until they saw the figure and became alert.
Chen Tan Hua took a quick step forward, rushing toward the figure. As soon as the figure revealed itself fully, Chen Tan Hua was already standing in front of him.
Surprisingly, facing Chen Tan Hua's sudden attack, the newcomer did not retaliate at all. In a moment of urgency, Chen Tan Hua refrained from striking immediately.
The blade of Huan Ke Second-Grade Knife, still dripping with fresh blood from its recent encounter with Jufeng, was poised at the figure's neck.
Before the blade could advance further, the figure suddenly spoke up nervously, "Don't kill me; Uncle Ma sent me."
Chen Tan Hua's murderous intent gradually subsided as he brought the figure before Jufeng.
He didn't know who Uncle Ma was, but judging by Jufeng's expression, it seemed he understood the situation.
Jufeng shifted his shoulders slightly; a sharp pain shot through him, but he regained some sensation, making it easier for him to move.
Looking at the youthful face under Chen Tan Hua's blade, Jufeng searched his mind but found no familiar features. However, the name Uncle Ma sounded very familiar; he wondered if it was the person he was thinking of.
"Is your Uncle Ma called Old Horse?"
The young man nodded and licked his dry lips from nervousness before replying, "If they know my Uncle Ma is called Old Horse, then they've got the right person."
Old Horse was Liu Gulang's right-hand man. Without Old Horse, Liu Gulang would be like a man without arms.
Before finding Chen Tan Hua, Liu Gulang had dealings with him. Now his gang had expanded to many major planets around Magellanic Star. Old Horse was primarily responsible for these matters; it seemed quite coincidental that Old Horse was also in Delta Star this time.
The young man's gaze inadvertently swept over Jufeng's shoulder. Seeing the blood-soaked bullet wound and the bandage on his shoulder, a scene filled with heroism slowly unfolded in his mind. Admiration appeared in his eyes as he looked at Jufeng.
He was indeed a clever subordinate of Old Horse. Despite his age, he had been immersed in the Underworld for a long time and had always admired and respected the strong. Thinking about Uncle Ma's recent admonitions, he realized that strong individuals were indeed worthy of such attention, which explained why Uncle Ma valued them so highly.
Jufeng recalled Liu Gulang's words and believed about seventy to eighty percent of what the young man said. He exchanged a glance with Chen Tan Hua and then said to the young man, "Lead the way ahead, but don't let me catch you trying to deceive me."
The young man quickly shook his head, assuring him, "I won't, I won't. Once you meet Uncle Ma, you'll believe me."
The young man clearly knew the area well; he was familiar with the winding paths and led Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua through several turns until they arrived at a dilapidated factory.
After pushing through some overgrown weeds taller than a person, Jufeng soon spotted Old Horse. The familiar face seemed unchanged by time, though the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes told tales of eight years passing.
Upon seeing Jufeng, Old Horse was nearly moved to tears, his voice choked with emotion as he said, "Brother Jufeng, I finally found you."
(To be continued)
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