Face-to-Face

Station.

Before parting, Zhang Fusheng asked, seemingly casually:

"Brother Kong, you're not from Jiangzhou City, are you? Are you here for tourism?"

Kong Dongyan smiled elegantly:

"I guess so. We've visited all the small cities in the province, and this is the last one. Of course, my main reason for visiting is to see the children."

"Child?"

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback.

"Yes, I have three sons and four daughters in Jiangzhou." As if remembering his children, a doting smile appeared on Kong Dongyan's face.

"It's been a year since I've seen them."

Zhang Fusheng:??

The Six-fingered Woman and the young girl following beside them both had question marks on their foreheads.

Ha?

Zhang Fusheng couldn't help but press further:

"Is it the biological child I understand? Brother Kong, you look quite young."

"Because I was born early."

Kong Dongyan with a smile:

"I'm 27, and my eldest child is already 12 years old. I have several children in almost every city."

Zhang Fusheng:???

The Golden Province has over sixty small cities, each with several to several hundred children.

May you have many children and be blessed!

The refined young man bid farewell to the bewildered Zhang Fusheng and his two companions, then led Jiang Shutong out of the station. After taking only a few steps, he noticed a beggar standing by the roadside.

Kong Dongyan sideways and said gently:

"Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles, because the principles learned from books must be put into practice personally to gain a clearer understanding."

"Junior brother, let me ask you, how can you get more money with just one dollar?"

Jiang Shutong blinked:

"Uh, doing business?"

Kong Dongyan shook his head in disappointment:

"You still haven't grasped the principles of benevolence and righteousness. For example, a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude."

He walked up to the beggar and put a coin into the tattered tin box. The beggar thanked him profusely.

Kong Dongyan smiled and nodded at him, then grabbed the remaining banknotes and coins from the tin box and calmly stuffed them into his pocket, leaving the beggar bewildered.

He turned to Jiang Shutong and lectured him:

"Giving him a single coin is a small act of kindness; taking the rest of his money is his way of repaying me a great debt. Do you understand now?"

Jiang Shutong suddenly realized and nodded vigorously:

"What if he is unwilling to repay?"

Kong Dongyan turned serious, his demeanor becoming righteous and awe-inspiring.

"If someone is unwilling to repay a debt of gratitude, he is an unrighteous and immoral person, and should be killed for the sake of justice!"

Enraged, the beggar shuddered, and after getting up, he shrank back down.

From a distance, Zhang Fusheng took in the entire scene.

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

His lips twitched. He had been wondering how Confucian Sect could Evil Method, but now he had a vague idea in his mind.

Etc.

Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important.

This guy had hundreds of children in over sixty small towns, it couldn't be...

Let the children be 'filial' to him, shall we?

As for how to be filial, Zhang Fusheng didn't dare to think about it.

Our bodies, hair, and skin are gifts from our parents.

He frowned. Could such pure and benevolent doctrines of the Confucian Sect be distorted to this extent?

Shaking his head, Zhang Fusheng glanced sideways and said:

"Lu Mingzhu, go to the Ping'an Hotel in Jiangzhou now. I nominally have one-third control there, and I need you to make that 'nominal' real."

"Yes, boss." Lu Mingzhu responded in a low voice, dropping the "four" from "Boss Si."

She was very perceptive and vaguely sensed something.

Now that they've been taken away from Longzhou City, they naturally know they have to take sides completely.

I seem to have been caught in some kind of whirlpool.

Those who firmly stand on one side may survive, but those who waver are likely doomed.

The six-fingered beauty left with her luggage, and Chen Nuanyu also temporarily parted ways with him.

Zhang Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling the countless 'peeping' eyes inside and outside the station,

Under the watchful eyes and cameras,

Zhang Fusheng seemed oblivious as he walked out of the station. Instantly, he felt a similar sense of being watched from a great distance overhead.

Sky Eye Satellite.

"What exactly does Eldest Senior Brother mean?"

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, then dialed the phone:

"Uncle Yu, I've arrived in Jiangzhou. Hmm, good. Are you planning to rest well today, and then tomorrow night?"

"Okay, six o'clock tomorrow night, right? I'll be on time, thank you, Uncle Yu."

I arranged to have dinner with Uncle Yu.

Zhang Fusheng, all alone, calmly blended into the crowded streets.

Immediately, dozens of people followed, some male, some female, some old, some young.

The street vendors also glanced at him from time to time.

Even the instant he stepped out of the station.

Dozens of taxis were parked on the roadside, and the drivers, whether sitting inside or leaning against the door smoking,

Almost simultaneously, they all glanced at themselves.

Tsk tsk.

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes. These people didn't seem to be murderous intent; it appeared their orders were simply to monitor him.

But surveillance doesn't require so many people, especially not such blatant and undisguised staring.

Was this a show of force from the Eldest Senior Brother?

Why not just attack and kill yourself?

Is it because the twenty-four missing bounty hunters made the Eldest Senior Brother unsure of what to do?

The suppressed rage within Zhang Fusheng surged again; he felt an urge to tear everyone on this street to shreds!

"Calm down, calm down."

He took several deep breaths, got into a taxi, and whispered:

"District Three, Hong Ji Martial Arts Hall"

"Okay, sir," the driver, wearing white gloves, said with a smile, and the taxi slowly drove away.

But at the same time, the dozens of taxis parked outside the station also started up, forming a stream of vehicles and silently following behind.

Zhang Fusheng, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at the rearview mirror:

"You're not even willing to put on a show?"

The driver smiled:

"Guest, I don't know what you're talking about."

Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids.

Nearly an hour later, the group of taxis arrived at the checkpoint leading into Zone 3, but strangely, the inspectors did not stop or question them at all.

They simply allowed dozens of taxis to pass through the extremely strictly controlled District Three.

However, these taxis all stopped at the same time as they approached Hong Ji Martial Arts Hall.

Only the vehicle carrying Zhang Fusheng remained, continuing its journey until it reached the gates of the Martial Arts Academy.

"Guest, we have arrived at our destination."

"Chenghui, ninety-nine yuan."

Zhang Fusheng ignored him, opened the car door, got out, and walked straight into the Martial Arts Academy, whose doors were wide open.

The handymen and receptionists on the first floor had all disappeared, but the students upstairs were still there, and their breathing and heartbeats could be clearly heard.

The Eldest Senior Brother stood in the seat that had originally been at the front desk, raised his head, and spoke gently:

"Junior Disciple Brother, you're finally home."

The two looked at each other.

Zhang Fusheng felt a sudden numbness in his spine, as if he were still an ordinary person being targeted and chased by a vicious dog on the street.

"What are those on the road?" he asked.

"Protect."

The Eldest Senior Brother spoke gently:

"Your Second Senior Sister was attacked this afternoon, and I'm afraid something might happen to you too."

His tone was gentle, but his face was expressionless, and his gaze was intensely aggressive as he stared at the thin boy.

They both knew that the other already knew.

But no one really broke off relations.

"Master has gone to a medium-sized city. Communication is cut off, and we may not be able to get in touch until the end of the month."

The Eldest Senior Brother changed the subject:

"What do you want to eat tonight? Oh, by the way, your Third Senior Sister has been discharged from the hospital."

"As for your Second Senior Sister, don't worry, she only had one hand broken by that mysterious thug. The injury isn't serious, and she just can't fight much lately."

He emphasized the word "thugs."

Second Senior Sister is at the Twelve Refinements.

A thug capable of harming the Second Senior Sister.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized that everything that had just happened was a 'warning' from his Eldest Senior Brother.

If I were to tell my Second Senior Sister or Third Senior Sister anything about him,

This Eldest Senior Brother would choose to fight to the death.

He even killed his Second Senior Sister and Third Senior Sister to cover up the secret. But just like that, the Eldest Senior Brother didn't know what he actually possessed.

In reality, there was nothing, and nothing was truly under our control.

That day at the Ping'an Hotel in Longzhou City, Sister Xixi just happened to find some things; she didn't back them up at all, and didn't even see anything clearly.

But the Eldest Senior Brother didn't know.

"Just grab something to eat. I'm planning to go home tonight, so I won't be staying at the Martial Arts Academy."

"Alright." The Eldest Senior Brother's smile remained unchanged.