Arrangements

One slap knocked him out!

No matter how arrogant Tiger Bro was, he was nothing more than someone who had never joined a Martial Hall, with only below-average talent. How could Lin Zhen possibly fear him? Besides, he had been so overconfident. If Lin Zhen was not going to slap him, then who would he slap?

Lin Zhen lowered his head and pulled the short knife from Flying Dragon's waist. "You've seen how I use a knife now, but what does that prove? This piece of junk of yours is not even good enough to kill a chicken. Stop showing it off!"

With a flick of his hand, he threw the short knife far away.

Liu Le, standing outside the door, was already scared stiff. He had not expected Lin Zhen to truly be a Martial Artist, and he turned to run.

But who was Lin Zhen?

He was a Mind Power Master!

With his mind power supporting it, the short knife traced a small arc through the air and stabbed straight into Liu Le's butt!

Not the left side, nor the right side—the middle!

Liu Le let out a miserable scream and fell to his knees, his legs going weak. What rotten luck. Does this knife come with navigation?

If Tiger Bro still did not realize he had kicked an iron plate by now, then he had been living for nothing.

This Lin Zhen was absolutely no ordinary person. He had to be a Martial Hall student, or he could not have dealt with him so easily.

He had truly been an idiot. Lin Zhen carried himself with such bearing, yet he had believed Liu Le's one-sided nonsense. That bastard had really set him up this time.

Having figured that out, Tiger Bro's attitude took a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.

He instantly caved!

Tiger Bro was an old hand himself and knew exactly whom he could not afford to offend. These Martial Artists were lawless people. When they committed crimes, matters were handled internally among Martial Artists and were not under the jurisdiction of the local Police Station at all.

In other words, even if the young man before him beat him to death today, though he would be in the wrong, he would not have to bear any responsibility for the time being. Moreover, Chen Changhu did not know any Martial Artists, so practically no one would stand up for him. If he died, he would die for nothing.

Forcing himself to endure the dizziness, Chen Changhu climbed to his feet and gave Lin Zhen a deep bow.

"I truly failed to recognize Tai Shan. I, Chen Changhu, must have been blind. Sir, please don't lower yourself to my level."

Lin Zhen said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on Chen Changhu, a chilling gleam in his eyes that made one's back go cold.

Chen Changhu continued, "Sir, that bastard Liu Le deliberately set me up. Otherwise, I would never have been so blind. Give me a chance, and I won't let Liu Le or his father off easy."

One did not hit a smiling face. Lin Zhen had not wanted to waste time entangling himself with trash like Liu Le in the first place. Since Chen Changhu had volunteered to take on the task, Lin Zhen was not going to cling to it himself.

He had already taught them a lesson, and Lin Zhen had no desire to throw his weight around. There was no need to do that with ordinary people. "Fine. Keep your eyes open in the future. This world is dangerous."

"Yes, yes, Brother Lin. Don't worry, I understand."

Lin Zhen waved his hand, and Chen Changhu immediately turned and left. He even dragged Liu Le away with him. Seeing the vicious look in his eyes, it was clear Liu Le's family was about to have a bad time.

Lin Zhen returned to the hospital room with a smile and did not say much about what had happened. His parents did not ask either. Their mindset was gradually changing as well.

Compared with the Anno Domini Era, perhaps the greatest advancement of the God Transformation Calendar was medical care. Since people had to fight Mutated Beasts, getting injured was commonplace. Injuries like this, in particular, could practically be described as cured by medicine the moment it was applied. Bone-setting medicine, orthopedic medicine, bruise medicine, internal medication, external applications, and anti-inflammatories—Lin Liye immediately felt much better.

"Dad, the doctor said your injuries aren't serious. Stay one day today, and you should basically be discharged tomorrow morning. You can recuperate at home afterward. Can you tell me what happened now?"

Li Qin had seen her son's capabilities and also saw that her husband was fine, which greatly lifted her spirits. She immediately said, "I'll explain. This morning, your father was at his stall when four people came to eat. They said the meat in the buns was bad and that the soy milk had gone off. Your father has been in this business for almost twenty years and has always dealt honestly with everyone. How could he possibly make that kind of dirty money? What they said was really unpleasant, and your father could not help talking back a few times. Then those people started hitting him."

Lin Zhen nodded. Those people had clearly come looking for trouble on purpose, but they were not Martial Artists. He had examined his father's injuries. If Martial Artists had attacked, the injuries would not have been so light.

Nothing like this had happened in his previous life, yet it had happened in this one. That meant it had been influenced by him.

He had not offended many people over the past two days. The only incident had been his fight with the people from Dragon Slayer yesterday. If he had offended anyone, it could only have been Ouyang Yu, Zhang Huai, and the others.

"Did those people say anything else?" Lin Zhen asked Lin Liye, feeling somewhat guilty.

"They did. Let me think..."

Lin Liye thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Right. They said that if we weren't convinced, we could go find them at the Black Swan Bar."

Lin Zhen nodded and said to his parents, "You don't need to worry about this. We'll stay here for one day, then go home first thing tomorrow morning. We'll move to the villa the Martial Hall gave me. That's Raging Wind's territory, and the security is very strong. It'll be absolutely safe."

Joy appeared on both his parents' faces. They had lived in the commoner district their whole lives, yet in their old age, they were actually going to live in a detached villa. If word of that got around the commoner district, it would be an immensely prestigious thing.

Lin Liye even forgot his pain and began excitedly discussing their future life with Li Qin.

Seeing his happy parents, Lin Zhen smiled and left the hospital room.

Being able to make his parents happy gave Lin Zhen a great sense of accomplishment. But he would absolutely not let off the people who had hurt them.

He took out his phone and dialed Zhao Liang.

"Lin Zhen, what's the matter?" Zhao Liang answered.

"Brother Zhao, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Why be so polite between brothers? Just say it." Lin Zhen was now a key trainee of the Martial Hall, and Zhao Liang was more than happy to build a good relationship with him.

"A group of people injured my father. They deliberately left word that they were from the Black Swan Bar. Do you know what kind of place that bar is? Can you help me look into it?"

"No problem. There's nothing in Ice City that Raging Wind can't investigate. Wait for my call."

Zhao Liang hung up. Less than five minutes later, he called back.

"I found out. The owner behind Black Swan is Zhang Huai—Zhang Huai from Dragon Slayer, known as Butcher. He has a group of social scum under him. They handle the things Martial Artists cannot conveniently do themselves. I also found out who injured your father. They're all his men."

"So it really was Zhang Huai! No need to say it—this was because I injured Ouyang Yu last night. After losing to me, they actually went after my family. Brother Zhao, this isn't over."

"Of course it isn't over. Lin Zhen, we have the moral high ground here. My suggestion is to have the Police Station arrest those few attackers first. When Zhang Huai comes looking for us, we can talk to them and make them pay compensation."

Starting with courtesy before resorting to force was the best way for Martial Artists to resolve disputes. Lin Zhen nodded. "We'll do it that way."

PS: I ate something bad and had stomach pain all day. Hei Tu finished this chapter drenched in sweat. It was the most painful writing experience since I started writing.

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