Secret Technique!

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Song Jingxian slammed the table in fury. If Chen Wen had not held her back in time, she probably would have rushed over to make Lu Ren suffer.

Some people were like that. Their sense of justice clouded their minds, making them reckless at times. They only believed the facts right before their eyes, and their preconceived notions ran deep.

Song Jingxian was clearly a rookie.

Lu Ren leaned back. He had seriously studied the relevant laws during this time.

But her temper did make him unhappy, and he said bluntly,

"Officer, if you harm me without cause because of personal motives, I have every reason to suspect that you're embarrassed and angered because I exposed the truth, and that you want to silence me by killing me."

That was a massive accusation. If Lu Ren really sued Song Jingxian, she could lose her uniform.

Those words were enough to set her off. How could Song Jingxian possibly take that?

"Enough, enough."

Chen Wen hurriedly spoke up. Seeing that Song Jingxian still wanted to say something, he snapped, "You go outside first."

Song Jingxian shot Lu Ren a hateful glare before silently leaving the interrogation room.

Two hours later, Lu Ren watched with his own eyes as Meng Xian, dressed in glamorous clothes and wearing handcuffs, entered the holding cell while staring fixedly at him.

By the time he left the police station, it was already the early hours of the morning. After venting his anger with great satisfaction, Lu Ren's expression turned grave.

Luo Zixuan's family had considerable influence. If they truly wanted to deal with him, it would be easy. Although this was modern society, when someone had enough connections and money, they could still use plenty of methods to make trouble for him.

Meng Xian had probably lost her head as well. Although she had managed to distance herself through her lawyer's wording, there was already a record of her at the police station. If Lu Ren suffered any harm, she would be the prime suspect.

Chen Wen had told Lu Ren that himself, and Lu Ren did not doubt it.

Lu Ren touched the Telescopic Baton at his waist.

He needed to train harder to deal with them, then lie in wait for a counterattack.

Compared with learning martial arts, Sanshou and combat sports would be faster. Lu Ren sensed the System Prompt Sound that had yet to fade from his mind.

Lu Ren felt that there did not seem to be much difference in what he learned. In any case, he had the system, and judging from the Character Panel, he could develop a system skill.

The next day, Lu Ren slept until late morning, got up and washed, cooked himself a bowl of noodles, then headed downstairs and straight for Li Ran Fighting Club. Just as he was about to enter, a somewhat weathered voice sounded from beside him.

"Young man, you look troubled. Is your body not up to snuff, so you want to work out, but think the fees are too expensive?"

Hearing this, Lu Ren turned his head and saw the owner of the convenience store beside the club.

Greasy, slovenly, fat, and unshaven—a middle-aged uncle in his forties or fifties came into Lu Ren's view.

Seeing the man smiling at him, Lu Ren's expression shifted.

"You got connections, Boss?"

"Yes! Of course I do! Want to come in and take a look?"

The greasy owner immediately became warm and enthusiastic.

After confirming that the man posed no danger, Lu Ren lightly moved his left hand to make sure last night's injuries would not affect his mobility before saying,

"Sure, I'll take a look."

Following the greasy owner into the convenience store, Lu Ren watched as the man pulled out a bottle of medicinal oil from behind the counter and set it down.

"Here, just apply a thin layer of this, and I guarantee you'll be full of vigor and last all day. Last time, a young fellow took one home and used the whole bottle. Heh, that guy had to rush to the hospital. Otherwise, it would've been dangerous."

Lu Ren's expression became rather colorful. After a long while, he finally forced out, "I don't need that. I'm only here to exercise."

He had thought this guy might know some hidden master in the streets.

The greasy owner froze, then said unhappily, "Kid, I don't do refunds!"

Lu Ren said expressionlessly, "Forcing a sale?"

He immediately took out his phone. "Watch me call 315 and file a complaint. Believe me, I can get your shop shut down for forced sales."

Seeing Lu Ren act so tough, the greasy owner quickly put on a smile. "Hey, hey, don't be like that. It was just a joke. Was there any need to get so worked up? You just want to exercise, right? I've got a secret technique!"

"A secret technique? What is it?"

The greasy owner smiled mysteriously. "Want to come in and take a look? I guarantee you won't be disappointed. As they say, strengthening the body is the foundation of everything."

Lu Ren looked hesitant. He felt there was something off about this, but ultimately nodded. "Sure, I'll take a look."

Following the greasy owner into the back room of the store and through a door, the room that met Lu Ren's eyes left him slightly stunned.

It was a training room styled like an old-fashioned martial arts hall, with nearly two hundred square meters of space. The floor was covered in heavy solid wood planks. An incense table stood at the front, and a large piece of calligraphy hung on the wall.

'Fist'

Honestly, if there had not been a properly written character for "fist" beneath it, Lu Ren would never have recognized that wild cursive scribble as the character for "fist."

"This place of yours..." Lu Ren looked utterly puzzled.

The greasy owner seemed to see the "shock" on Lu Ren's face, and his expression brimmed with satisfaction.

He blew out a smoke ring and said solemnly, "I am Yan Zhenghua, the sixteenth-generation headmaster of the Hua Xia Ancient Martial Phoenix Zenith Fist School!"

Lu Ren said, "Sorry, never heard of it. Traditional martial arts?"

With a name that grandiose, there was a ninety percent chance he was a fraud!

The greasy owner, Yan Zhenghua, said, "What do you know? True ancient martial arts all strive to defeat the enemy in a single blow. The more vicious styles target vital points with every strike. How could that kind of martial art ever spread widely? It's already not bad that it made it down to my generation. And this fist art is the essence of all boxing. It can strengthen your body, give you an attractive physique—getting eight-pack abs would be child's play!

Go a step further, and it can protect your body, give you immense strength and lightning speed. Your fists will strike like collapsing mountains, your kicks like steel whips. Train to the end, and you can run across walls and fly over roofs, ride the wind, summon a flying sword from your dantian to kill someone a thousand miles away, Ascend to Heaven in Broad Daylight, achieve immortality, and..."

The more outrageous Yan Zhenghua became, the worse Lu Ren's expression turned.

"Stop. Stop right there!"

Looking at Yan Zhenghua's huge beer belly, triple chin, and spittle-flying manner, Lu Ren said seriously, "Boss Yan, this is an age of rule by law. I don't think there's any need to learn this at all. I just want to learn something more normal."

He had never even heard of that Phoenix Zenith Fist. It sounded like some random name an author of a third-rate novel had made up.

Seeing Lu Ren about to leave, Yan Zhenghua called out, "Don't rush off! I know lots of martial arts! And they're cheap!"

He pulled out a watermelon knife and a feather duster from the side, lifted his shirt to expose his big belly, and continuously waved his hands around in gestures. Then he viciously slapped the flat of the blade against himself, and a red mark quickly appeared across his stomach.

Lu Ren clicked his tongue inwardly at the sight.

Yan Zhenghua shouted, "Iron Shirt! Once mastered, your entire body becomes hard as iron, impervious to blades and spears, immune to water and fire! Master it in five days, only eight hundred!"

Seeing Lu Ren's troubled expression, Yan Zhenghua tossed both items aside and pulled a yo-yo from his pocket.

Yan Zhenghua spread his legs, lowered his stance, and threw out the yo-yo. He gave a low shout, "Flying Guillotine! Originating from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, it was an exclusive assassination weapon from the imperial palace. Taking a man's head from a thousand miles away is as easy as turning your hand!"