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Bar No. 19.

Abyssal Black Eyes, Unquenchable Heart??

Zhang Fusheng was greatly surprised and honestly shook his head:

"I really don't know about that. I don't even know what a special physique is."

The bartender smiled and explained:

"It's actually what we commonly call 'root bones,' um, a part of root bones, the most important part."

"Most people believe that root bones are about whether the meridians are clear, the efficiency of absorbing Mysterious Factors, and so on. In reality, these are just the most basic and ordinary. I even think they can't be considered [root bones]."

He spoke eloquently:

"Some people are born with special physiques, whether it's their eyes, certain internal organs, a specific bone, or even a part of their blood. These special things also possess wondrous, incredible abilities."

"Of course, special physiques aren't entirely innate. They can also be acquired later. For example, cultivating a certain special meditation technique to the Great Perfection level can often slowly lead to obtaining a special physique."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly understood, like the first form, the Luminous Form, after achieving Great Perfection in the [Dense White Bone Contemplation]?

According to Master, after bones generate light, they can slowly transform into [Dead Man's Bones].

He said sincerely:

"I see. I've learned a lot."

"You're too kind." The bartender, named Black Eyes, looked at Chen Nuanyu: "Miss Chen, are you here for a drink?"

"Mhm."

Chen Nuanyu nodded slightly, her tone softening:

"With him. I'd like a private room."

"Understood."

The bartender snapped his fingers, and a waiter silently stepped forward, gesturing for them to follow.

They went up to the second floor and entered a room. It looked very ordinary inside, with a sofa, a coffee table, and dim lighting.

But the door was made from a single piece of metal.

Zhang Fusheng reached out and tapped the wall – also some kind of metal.

The waiter brought two cocktails and some desserts. After leaving, he gently closed the door. With the sound of the lock clicking shut, only the two of them remained in the room.

"Sit."

In the dim light, Chen Nuanyu leaned back on the sofa, picked up her glass, and said faintly:

"I still don't know your name?"

"Zhang Fusheng." Zhang Fusheng plopped down, his interest piqued: "Classmate Chen, why did you bring me here?"

Chen Nuanyu took a sip of the wine, as red as her long hair, her gaze clear:

"The bartender just now was a significant figure. This place is less a bar and more like a special black market, or perhaps a 'do-it-all' shop."

"They offer all sorts of services here, anything can be bought: transporting special items, human trafficking, hiring assassins, and also, disposing of bodies."

She said lightly, gazing at Zhang Fusheng:

"I originally thought I wouldn't see you and your father again. That matter requires absolute secrecy."

Zhang Fusheng let out an "Oh," and asked curiously:

"Classmate Chen, are you planning to silence me here? It shouldn't be this complicated, right?"

Chen Nuanyu's expression was unreadable:

"I've had that thought, but we're not at that stage yet."

She put down her glass and scrutinized Zhang Fusheng:

"Bar No. 19 also allows for 'witnessing contracts.' You'll sign a confidentiality agreement with me later. Of course, in exchange."

After a moment of thought, Chen Nuanyu calmly stated:

"I can arrange for you to transfer to the Martial Arts Department and apply to the school for a resource allocation of over three months. Of course, within Jiang University, you will also have to obey my orders."

"Obey you? What do you mean?" Zhang Fusheng asked with great interest.

Chen Nuanyu frowned. Why was this young man's reaction so strange?

She said coldly:

"Jiang University is a university, but it's also more than just a university. The cultivation resources within the school are limited. To compete, the senior students have 'factions everywhere,' and the leaders of each faction get the best resources."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly understood:

"So, Classmate Chen, you also need to band together for warmth and be a leader? Am I considered your first subordinate?"

Chen Nuanyu became even more confused. She hummed an "Mhm" with a nasal tone.

Zhang Fusheng smiled broadly:

"Actually, I'm more curious about what this Unquenchable Heart is. Oh, and I also..."

The phone suddenly vibrated.

He nodded apologetically and answered the call.

"Hello, Senior Brother Zhang, it's me, Zhou Quan. There was a misunderstanding yesterday, and I'd like to apologize in person."

Hearing the voice on the phone, Zhang Fusheng chuckled.

"I was just looking for you. Come over directly. It's a bar, Bar No. 19. You should know where it is. How long will it take you? Ten minutes? Alright, hurry up."

He hung up the phone and said gently, "A friend."

Chen Nuanyu frowned.

"That bald guy?"

"No, no, the bald guy is my buddy. His name is Zhu Xiaoming, and he's a freshman recruit for the Martial Arts Department."

Zhang Fusheng leaned back on the sofa.

"Let's wait a bit."

Chen Nuanyu's brow furrowed even tighter, but she didn't say anything, wanting to see what this strange fellow was up to.

She had a bit of a headache.

Time trickled by.

The phone vibrated.

"Are you here yet? Tell Black Eyes that the room Miss Chen wanted earlier is fine." Zhang Fusheng put down his phone and looked up at Chen Nuanyu across the coffee table.

The red-haired girl, however, had straightened up at some point and was staring intently at Zhang Fusheng, like a hungry tiger about to pounce, her sharp killing intent locking onto him!

Zhang Fusheng remained calm and composed.

"How did you know the bartender's name?" she asked coldly, her gaze fixed on the young man.

But the young man just smiled shyly.

"Coincidence."

A sudden unease surged through Chen Nuanyu. The room door was knocked on, and a waiter's polite inquiry could be heard.

"Mr. Zhou has arrived. Miss Chen, shall we invite him in?"

The waiter knew her last name; she was a regular here.

This thought flashed through Chen Nuanyu's mind, and she replied, "Yes."

The sound of a lock disengaging, the metal door slid open, and a young man walked in with a smile.

Chen Nuanyu glanced at him a couple of times. Hmm, she didn't recognize him.

The metal door closed again, and the waiter left.

"Senior Brother Zhang."

Zhou Quan glanced at the red-haired girl on the sofa in the corner, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. He then turned his gaze back to Zhang Fusheng, a hint of fawning in his smile, and got straight to the point.

"About yesterday, it was truly a misunderstanding. This is my apology gift. It contains fourteen million."

Chen Nuanyu's eyes widened.

How much??

Zhou Quan bent down, bowed his head, and carefully continued, holding out the bank card with both hands.

"It's an un-named account. Most of the money earned belongs to the department. This is all the cash I could get in a short period."

Zhang Fusheng's smile widened.

"Brother Zhou is too kind. It was just a misunderstanding. Calling it an apology gift makes us sound too formal!"

As he spoke, he took the card and skillfully tucked it into his pocket. Then, he chuckled and said, "Let me introduce you. This is my friend, Chen Nuanyu. She also got into Jiang University. She's apparently some kind of 'Seed-level' student?"

Zhou Quan was taken aback.

"A pleasure to meet you."

Seed-level students at Jiang University were indeed impressive, but more importantly, she was Senior Brother Zhang's friend.

"As for this gentleman." Zhang Fusheng pointed at Zhou Quan. "His name is Zhou Quan. He's the son of Hall Master Zhou Xianmin of the Chaimen Fire Department."

Chen Nuanyu clenched her fists tightly, nearly unable to suppress her killing intent.

"Alright."

Zhang Fusheng said with a smile.

"Old Zhou, you can go now. I accept this gift, and we'll call it even."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang." Zhou Quan pushed the door open and left.

The room fell into a dead silence.

Ignoring Chen Nuanyu, whose expression was extremely grim, Zhang Fusheng opened his phone and looked at the string of messages from Zhu Xiaoming.

Zhu Xiaoming: Holy crap, Old Zhang, you're amazing!

Zhu Xiaoming: When did you even get to know Genius Chen? And you guys are this close?

Zhu Xiaoming: This is gonna be fun. If Wang Cheng finds out, he'll be so mad his eyes turn red! Heh, there'll be a show at the Jiang University Banquet!

Wang Cheng was also a student at Linshu Middle School. He had also been admitted to Jiang University's Martial Arts Department. He was a former junior high school classmate of Zhang Fusheng and Zhu Xiaoming.

They went their separate ways in high school, with Wang Cheng going to the elite class—the same class as Chen Nuanyu.

Ever since junior high, he hadn't gotten along well with Zhang Fusheng and Zhu Xiaoming.

After casually replying to a few messages, Zhang Fusheng put down his phone and looked at the red-haired girl.

Her expression was as cold as it could possibly be:

"Who exactly are you?"

The killing intent radiating from her could no longer be suppressed, and a dagger had appeared in her hand at some point.

Instantly.

Chen Nuanyu watched as the young man extended two fingers, brought them together, and lightly tapped the glass coffee table.

The glass coffee table cracked.

He then clenched his five fingers into a fist and tapped the cracked coffee table a second time.

'Bang!!'

The glass coffee table exploded into countless tiny, crystalline fragments. In that instant, they billowed between the two like a mist!

The next moment, before the countless fragments could fall.

Chen Nuanyu saw through the 'mist' formed by the fragments that the handsome young man flicked his fist and palm. A gust of fist wind stirred, and the fragments swirled into a ferocious tiger's head, hovering beside the young man.

One second, two seconds.

By the third second, the fist wind dissipated, the tiger's head disintegrated, and the fragments rained down like dense raindrops, scattering across the floor.

The room fell into a dead silence.

"Classmate Chen."

Zhang Fusheng said sincerely:

"You probably can't kill me, so just give up on the idea. There's no need for us to fall out."

Chen Nuanyu's eyelids twitched, and the coldness on her face intensified.

After a long moment, she released the dagger, letting it fall to the ground:

"It's the Tiger Roar Fist, nearly perfected to the point of fist intent, isn't it? Very impressive."

The girl placed her hand over her heart, staring at him, and said word by word:

"If I want to kill you, it will take me under a hundred moves."

"Really?"

Zhang Fusheng asked curiously:

"Is it because of that thing... the Unquenchable Heart?"

He paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"Well, that's not important. What I'm really more curious about is, why did you borrow so much money to buy those mental stimulants? Is there a need for such a shortcut to pseudo-great accomplishment?"

Chen Nuanyu's expression froze, and she abruptly stood up.

Zhang Fusheng chuckled:

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention. My second senior sister handed over your accounts to me. I'm in charge now. If I remember correctly, you have four days until the due date, right?"

Chen Nuanyu stood frozen.

After a long silence.

She took a step forward. Zhang Fusheng became instantly alert, silently gathering his strength, but the next second.

The girl squatted in front of him, lowering her head, her delicate face, beautiful like a demon's.

"Can you give me some more time?"

She asked, trembling, sweat trickling down her forehead and sliding down her fair, flawless cheeks. It was as if all her pride and dignity had been completely shattered by the word 'due date'.

Zhang Fusheng remained silent.

So, what would happen if it was past due?

This girl dared to rob the Chaimen, and she was so proud. What could possibly make her this terrified, even...

The red-haired girl shifted from a squatting to a kneeling position.

Chen Nuanyu knelt before the young man, her head tilted slightly. Her pupils, as clear and crystalline as glass, were filled with terror.

"Please,"

She managed to say, her voice strained.

Zhang Fusheng didn't reply. He reached out and gently stroked the girl's delicate cheek, squeezing it lightly.

"First, tell me why you insisted on taking a shortcut."

The girl's tender face flushed from the pressure.