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Chapter 98: Wishful thinking, cursing until vomiting blood
"Xuan Chen!"

The man in black raised his head and said in a muffled voice: "Your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is indeed very powerful!"

"You have good vision. The palm strike just now was from the seventh style 'Sudden', with unpredictable yin and yang, and as aggressive as fire. What do you think?" Hong Chen admitted and asked with a smile.

The black-clothed man's eyelids jumped, and he felt even more pain in his right arm. Not only was it dislocated, but his finger bones and arm bones were also cracked, and his meridians were also severely damaged. He forced himself to stand up, but he didn't dare to take his eyes away from Hong Chen, for fear that he would suddenly attack him.

Hong Chen couldn't help but shake his head: "Junior Brother Huimu, you're hurting our uncle-nephew relationship by doing this."

"Shut up! Cough cough cough..."

"Alright, alright, uncle won't say anything. But, you came all the way here just to take a blow from me? You could have just said it clearly when you were in Shaolin Temple. As your uncle, how could I not satisfy you?"

The man in black felt even more upset after hearing this. The hot blood stuck in his throat suddenly gushed out again. He had no choice but to tear off his mask and reveal his true face.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, he asked fiercely, "Xuan Chen, how do you know my identity?"

Hong Chen shook his head: "Change it."

"Okay! Then why did you deceive my son and steal my Murong family's unique skills?"

Hong Chen frowned: "When did I lie to him? Zui Hongchen, isn't it worth money? Do you know how many people are eager to get my green jade gourd? Others can only get one at most, but I gave him two for your sake. You actually think I'm lying to him?"

"You said it so nicely, but didn't you ask for two maids?"

"Then you might as well think about it, how many maids can I get in exchange for my green jade gourd? In addition, the Sanhe Finger was given to me by your son on his own initiative. I never asked for it or hinted at it. Even before I saw it, I didn't even think that he would give me the Sanhe Finger. Is this also considered fraud?"

The man in black… Murong Bo paused for a moment, he really couldn't find a reason to refute. Zui Hongchen is really valuable, how could he not know that he cares so much about the world? And no matter how beautiful Ah Zhu and Ah Bi are, they are not worth a Xiuzhou gourd in his eyes. So, what Hong Chen said is basically correct.

But he still felt something was wrong, nine out of ten times wrong.

The key point is that he is Murong Bo, who has been dead in the martial arts world for more than 20 years. According to his recollection, Hong Chen seemed to have seen through his identity since the first time they met in the Sutra Library.

For someone like him who had done so many bad things, was constantly scheming, and even plotted rebellion, if others even looked at him for a few more seconds, he would doubt whether he had been exposed. What's more, Hong Chen seemed to have stripped him naked and thrown him into the sun.

After a moment's silence, he finally spoke.

"I..."

"Are you sure you want to talk to your uncle like this?"

"...I know what you said is true, but I also know that pie won't fall from the sky suddenly. You must have something in mind, but I can't see through you now." Murong Bo's vigilance almost overflowed from his eyes.

"Tsk tsk, nephew, I don't blame you for doubting me. But do you know what your unfounded suspicion and your sneak attack in the middle of the night mean to your son?"

Murong Bo narrowed his eyes. Just at this moment, Hong Chen took a step forward. He immediately stepped back. Then he felt something was wrong. Seeing Hong Chen's mouth curled up, his mood suddenly became worse.

"This means that the thing your son had been so eager to obtain by giving away his family's unique skills was suddenly broken by you before he could even warm it up in his hands."

Murong Bo was stunned.

Hong Chen stared into his eyes and continued, "In other words, more than 20 years ago, you left a mess behind and hid in Shaolin Temple. Fortunately, Shaolin did not vent its anger on the orphans and widows of the Murong family, but you wasted more than 20 years of your life. After you came out again, you started to hold your son back without hesitation. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Nonsense!" Murong Bo's chest heaved and his breathing became heavier.

Hong Chen put his hands behind his back, ignored everything and continued talking to himself.

"He keeps saying he wants to revive Yan, but he has neither recruited soldiers nor bribed court officials, nor made friends with the noble families, nor has he reached out to the people at the bottom of society. He just stirs up trouble in the martial arts world, gathers a group of people who can't decide the general trend of the world, and tries to shake the country.

If it were just that, it would be fine, at least you still have good military force, but your plan is just to let them assassinate a family whose identities and status are completely unequal to yours. What's the difference between this and not hitting the snake at its most vulnerable part and then pulling out its tail?
Murong Bo, it's not that I look down on you, but your past actions are not worthy of anyone looking up to you. I see four words in you: wishful thinking!
Aspirations are high as the sky, but life is thin as paper. With a father like you, Murong Fu can't even live to see the day of his death, let alone the title of "Uncle of Restoration".

What do you mean by giving someone a taste of their own medicine? You probably don’t know that I was scared when I attacked you just now. I was afraid that if I wasn’t careful... I would beat you to death on the spot!”

Accompanied by Hong Chen's lukewarm, bland, yet extremely sarcastic and critical words, Murong Bo's face became redder and redder, the veins on his forehead gradually bulged and beat wildly, and the blood that he had suppressed with great difficulty unknowingly overflowed from the corners of his lips. When Hong Chen finished speaking, his whole face seemed to be on fire, and his bloodshot pupils trembled violently, but in the end he could not hold on for less than three breaths, and he suddenly bent over and spurted out a large cloud of blood mist with a "puff" sound.

Hong Chen waved his hand, and the blood mist retreated and hit his face.

"I have no interest in what the Murong family wants to do. I am a businessman now, and I believe in making money through harmony. But if there is a next time, I will have no choice but to kill Murong Fu first and then destroy Chanhe Manor."

"You dare?!" Murong Bo's eyes widened with anger.

Hong Chen smiled: "You try it."

There was a sudden noise in the front yard. Murong Bo moved and then pressed it down again.

"Go, nephew. Do I need a sneak attack to kill you?" After saying that, Hong Chen turned around first and walked into the house. Murong Bo looked behind him with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes, but when he heard the voices of others, he gave up the idea and quickly flew away.

"Master Hong!" The gate of the courtyard was broken, and the chaotic footsteps contained calls one after another.

As Hong Chen stepped into the room, he immediately saw a group of people rushing in.

Murong Fu and the four generals were in the lead. Their clothes were in disarray, probably because they had hurried over after hearing the noise. Azhu and Abi followed closely behind, but they were well dressed, probably because the two sisters had not slept yet.

Seeing that Hong Chen was safe, Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief. He gave a look, and the four generals immediately dispersed to search for the thief, while he quickly came to Hong Chen.

"Brother Hong, what happened just now? Was there a thief?"

Hong Chen's mouth curled up when he heard this, and he said, "Indeed, a masked man in black attacked me. Judging from the way he attacked, he must want to kill me. Fortunately, I have always been vigilant and have learned a few moves. Brother Murong brought people here quickly, and the man retreated when he heard the sound."

"Damn it! Someone actually dared to come to my Murong family to cause trouble!" Murong Fu was furious, his eyes wide open, looking exactly like Murong Bo just now. He quickly said, "Brother Hong, please rest assured. I, Murong Fu, swear that I will find a way to catch that thief and hand him over to Brother Hong for punishment! What happened tonight was due to my poor arrangements and inadequate protection. Tomorrow I will give Brother Hong a satisfactory explanation!"

"Hey, Brother Murong, there's no need to be like this. To be honest, I've encountered many such situations along the way. Whether it's bandits robbing or deliberate attacks, I'm already accustomed to it. It's late at night and I'm not injured. Brother Murong, you should go back and rest early!" Hong Chen suppressed the corners of his mouth and comforted him.

The four generals returned, and Deng Baichuan clasped his fists and said, "Sir, we didn't find any trace of the thief, so I think he has already escaped."

Murong Fu frowned and nodded slightly, saying: "Brother Hong, I'm really sorry, I won't disturb your rest for now, we will talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay, Brother Murong, please do as you please."

Murong Fu turned around and said, "Abi, arrange another place for Brother Hong to stay and send more people to protect Brother Hong's safety. Ah Zhu, come with me!"

The group walked away, but A-Bi, who stayed with Hong Chen, felt distressed.

"Sir, there are many guest rooms in Chanhe Manor, but the other rooms have not been arranged yet. If we clean and arrange them now, it will probably take a lot of time..." After a few breaths of deep thought, A Bi said, "How about you stay at Qinyun Cottage for a night? Anyway... we have to leave tomorrow."

Hong Chen nodded: "Miss Abi, please make your own arrangements."

Ah Bi smiled gently, and suddenly a hint of love flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head slightly and said softly, "Master... Master Murong has given me to you. From now on, you can just call me Ah Bi."

She has a petite and exquisite body, a head full of silky black hair, a smooth and white forehead, and fine hair that shows her tenderness. Her newly grown breasts are slightly erect, and against the green skirt she looks like a snow-white bud that has just begun to bloom in early spring, which makes people feel moved and look forward to her future at the same time.

Hong Chen held out his hand and said, "From now on, I will call you Ah Bi, and you don't need to call yourself a maid." He suddenly smiled again, "You are my future cook, I dare not offend you."

A-Bi stood up, laughed and covered her mouth when she heard that, and said, "To be honest, sir, sister A-zhu's cooking skills are not worse than mine. Many things were taught to me by sister." Naturally, she wanted to take the opportunity to elevate A-zhu's status so that Hong Chen would not look down on her.

Hong Chen shook his head gently: "It seems that I can't afford to offend either of you two."

Ah Bi was satisfied. Her clear eyes slowly turned and fell on Hong Chen's face. To her, this face was still unfamiliar. The biggest impression she had was that he was very good-looking and had a noble and elegant temperament. She had not dared to be rude before, but now she happened to take a closer look and saw: his eyebrows were like ink paintings and shaped like sharp swords, but there was a pair of eyes that seemed to be drunk, blurred and affectionate, which diluted the sharpness. The jawline seemed to be drawn in one go with a continuous and delicate stroke. He was elegant and graceful, but not vulgar, like a person who walked out of a painting...

She didn't dare to look any further, and quickly avoided his gaze, turning her green skirt gracefully: "Sir, please follow me."

Soon, the two came to a place shaded by green bamboos.

"Is this your place?"

"Not anymore." Ah Bi sighed, but then glanced at his profile with a little caution and added, "I'm going to the Perfume Pavilion to look for Sister Ah Zhu!"

Hong Chen was amused by her cute appearance and laughed secretly, so he turned the tables on her and said, "What else?"

A-Bi was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around with a slightly blushing face.

Silent all night.

The next morning, at the pier.

"Brother Hong, I have asked Ah Zhu to place my apology on the boat in advance. I hope you will not despise me. I have already ordered people to investigate the thieves last night. If there is any news, I will inform you immediately."

"Brother Murong, you are too polite. However, the most important thing right now is the operation of Zui Hong Chen. Let the thief run away. If your attention is distracted, you might just fall into someone else's trap."

Murong Fu immediately became alert. This possibility was not impossible. He immediately bowed and said, "Brother Hong is broad-minded and has a long-term vision. It is me who is paranoid."

"Okay, Brother Murong, I'll go ahead, you can go back as well."

Hong Chen brought Ah Zhu and Ah Bi on board, turned around and nodded slightly to Murong Fu, and the boat set out, with ripples of green waves.

(End of this chapter)