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Zhong Kui's Diary
The situation before me left me somewhat at a loss. After a brief hesitation, I took out a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and handed it to him. The middle-aged man raised his hand, but it fell limply back down, as if he lacked the strength even to hold the water.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: could this be a trap? Was this person deliberately pretending to be weak, waiting for me to get closer so he could suddenly attack?
With that in mind, I said loudly, "Lift your head; I'll pour it into your mouth!"
As I spoke, I extended my left hand while my right hand intentionally or unintentionally raised the gun to my chest. If this man showed any signs of abnormality, I would shoot him in the head without hesitation.
The middle-aged man remained silent and slowly lifted his head, opening his mouth. Seeing this, I relaxed my vigilance slightly and slowly poured the water into his mouth.
I poured a little at a time; it took nearly ten minutes for him to drink half of the bottle. When he wanted to drink more, I said, "Take a break before drinking more; it's not good for you to drink too much water right now."
The middle-aged man nodded gratefully and hoarsely said, "Thank you!"
"My name is Zhong Zhengnan. From your accent, you must also be from Star City? What should I call you?" I casually asked.
"It seems you're also from Star City. Have you heard of Sima Guang breaking the vat?" the middle-aged man replied with a smile.
Is this person crazy? Why is he talking about Sima Guang breaking the vat at a time like this? I frowned and said, "I'm the class representative for language arts; not only have I learned about Sima Guang breaking the vat, but I've also learned about Kong Rong giving pears."
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and when he opened them again, a faint smile appeared on his lips. "You've misunderstood my meaning; I just wanted to tell you that my name is Sima Sanguang!"
"Sima Sanguang?" I couldn't help but exclaim, "You are Sima Sanguang!"
It's no wonder I was so surprised. For ordinary people from Star City, the name Sima Sanguang is as unremarkable as Zhang Damao or Wang Daniu. However, for those of us who have been involved in underground fighting, Sima Sanguang is a legend.
Sima Sanguang is a native of Star City from a well-off family. At the age of eight, a beggar praised his unique bone structure and predicted he would achieve great things in the future. The beggar then sold him a manual on Seven Injuries Fist for five yuan. At that time, a bowl of shredded pork noodles cost only fifteen cents, while plain noodles were just ten cents.
When he proudly brought it home to show off, he was naturally ridiculed by others in his family. Enraged by their mockery, Sima Sanguang gritted his teeth and insisted on practicing according to the manual. The most important thing is that despite coming from a wealthy family, he was hardworking and incredibly determined. Once he set his mind to it, he practiced for four hours every day according to the illustrations in the manual for ten years straight... When he turned eighteen, something inexplicable happened: he suddenly understood the essence of martial arts and thus entered the ranks of martial arts masters. Moreover, within that circle of martial arts experts, he was known for being exceptionally formidable.
To let more people witness that he was self-taught, Sima Sanguang resolutely participated in underground fighting in Star City. Those two years were both the darkest and most absurd times for underground fighting in Star City because this man not only possessed exceptional martial arts skills without ever suffering defeat but also had an extremely mischievous personality; anyone who fought against him would inevitably end up in tears.
That's right, he will make you cry. After he defeats you, don't think he will let you go; he will accurately strike the most painful parts of your body until you are sobbing uncontrollably. Just having tears isn't enough; you must cry out loud for him to stop.
With such an opponent, who would dare to compete with him? Getting beaten to the point of wailing on the field, how would one survive in the Mafia afterward? Others would just point and say, "Hey, isn't that him? He was crying last time he got beaten; how can he still show his face in the Mafia..."
Such a bizarre person suddenly vanished without a trace later on. Fatty and I had only heard rumors about him but never seen him in person. I didn't expect to encounter him here.
"Seems like you've heard of me?" Sima Sanguang smiled as he looked me over.
After the initial surprise wore off, I gradually composed myself. It wasn't a big deal; after all, I had only heard of this person's deeds, which didn't mean I would have any interaction with him. I smiled, put away my gun, took out some chocolate along with a bottle of mineral water, and handed them to him. "I’ve also fought underground in Star City and heard your name."
"So you're one of us! Want to spar a bit later?" Sima Sanguang said as he took the water and chocolate, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
"No thanks!" I firmly refused. "I don’t want to end up crying because of you!"
Sima Sanguang laughed heartily. After his laughter subsided, he fell silent and slowly began eating.
Once he finished eating, I asked, "Sima, how come you're here?"
"Don't call me senior; just call me brother!" Sima Sanguang seemed much more energized after eating. He stretched his neck and surprisingly managed to support himself up with Trunk.
"Uh, you're recovering your strength already?" I was somewhat astonished.
"Not bad; I need to recover quickly!" Sima Sanguang released Trunk and stood upright, starting to do some calisthenics. The head movements were slow at first, but as he progressed, his speed increased. By the time he was jumping around, I could even see several afterimages trailing behind him.
"You still haven't answered me; how did you end up here?" I asked with a smile.
No matter how impressive Sima Sanguang was, he was just skilled in martial arts; when it came to physical strength, I wasn't afraid of anyone.
"Aren't you here for Dominion Villa too?" After finishing his calisthenics, Sima Sanguang looked revitalized compared to his earlier state.
"Dominion Villa?" I instinctively repeated. The boss Cao Da Ma Zi had mentioned it in the car before; as long as one entered Dominion Villa, they would be safe. Just as I was about to ask more questions, a helicopter appeared overhead, interrupting our conversation.
"Yes, Dominion Villa!" Sima Sanguang smirked, "Haven't you heard of this name?"
"I really don't know; I was being chased all the way here!"
"Who isn't?" Sima Sanguang sighed.
"You were being chased too?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, he is being hunted by us!" A cold voice came from a distance.
I turned my head to see three people walking slowly toward us. They stood in a horizontal line. The person on the far left was about six feet tall and had a scar on his face. The one in the middle was slightly shorter, around five feet nine, with a dark complexion and thick eyebrows. When I saw the person on the far right, I gasped because it was Yang Zi.
"Yang Zi!" I shouted.
Yang Zi smiled lightly at me but did not respond. Instead, the middle man, Black-Faced Man, looked at me in surprise and asked, "Yang Zi, who is this person?"
"His name is Zhong Zhengnan; he has a good relationship with Boss Lou," Yang Zi replied succinctly.
"Oh!" Black-Faced Man said, sizing me up before shifting his gaze to Sima Sanguang. "Sima Sanguang, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, we Li Feidao will not let you go!"
"What is going on?" Ignoring Black-Faced Man, I shouted at Yang Zi.
Yang Zi remained silent, while Black-Faced Man coldly stated, "Zhong Zhengnan, this is none of your business; you'd better stay aside. Otherwise, we don't mind killing one more person!"
It seemed this man did not know the real reason behind Lou Wei's friendship with me. If he knew about the mission I was carrying, he would definitely not be talking about killing me. Besides, regarding the Book of Life and Death being such an important matter, even Li Feidao would likely only have senior personnel like team leaders who knew the details.
Could Yang Zi also be unaware? I recalled carefully; indeed, Yang Zi did not know about my connection to the Book of Life and Death. Realizing this, I stepped aside to observe how things would unfold.
"I never expected that after serving the country for so many years, I would end up being hunted down!" Sima Sanguang shook his head and sighed.
"We are just carrying out our mission; we won't listen to your nonsense," Black-Faced Man sneered. "However, since there are outsiders present, I must say this: if you hadn't touched what doesn't belong to you in the first place, why would they send us to hunt you down?"
Sima Sanguang let out a bitter laugh, "What do you mean by things that don't belong to me? You know nothing at all. In your eyes, whatever comes from above is what it is! Enough talk, let's see if the three of you can take me down."
The Black-Faced Man raised his hand, and the Scarred Man along with Yang Zi lunged towards Sima Sanguang. Meanwhile, the Black-Faced Man took a couple of steps towards me and stood beside me, clearly wary of me coming forward to help.
The three in the arena had already begun their fight. It was only at this moment that I understood why Sima Sanguang was known as the Star City Black Fist. His moves were completely unorthodox, reminiscent of Dugu Nine Swords' philosophy of winning without techniques. More importantly, his attacks were utterly reckless; he would use any technique as long as it benefited him.
For example, when an ordinary person pokes their finger towards someone's face, they aim for the eyes. But not him; he aimed straight for your nostrils! Furthermore, he showed no regard for gender differences, kicking towards Yang Zi's lower regions and even spinning behind her to perform a thousand-year kill...
With such tactics, I would never dare to spar with him.
The Scarred Man and Yang Zi clearly struggled against such tricky attacks, shouting in anger as their footwork became increasingly chaotic.
The Black-Faced Man furrowed his brows and turned to look at me, "How close are you with Lou Wei?"
"I can get a lot of money from him!" I replied with a smile. I wasn't joking; before heading to Mountain City, Lou Wei transferred one million to me. Otherwise, how could I have 660,000 to impress Brother Five?
"It seems you have a good relationship!" The Black-Faced Man appeared to relax a bit, smiled at me, and then shouted as he charged forward, kicking towards Sima Sanguang.
Perhaps in his eyes, friends who could lend money were true friends. Since I was Boss Lou's friend, there was naturally no need for him to be on guard against me.
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