The Martial Arts Association Comes Calling, Enemies on All Sides

Full and content, Qin Fen soon steadied his emotions. An optimist never stayed troubled for long; that was how he kept a level head through anything. He took Little Bean and Big Chef back to the hotel and settled in for a good sleep. What better way to forget his worries? Just sleep through them.

Early the next morning, Qin Fen had barely opened his eyes when someone knocked on the door. Who could it be? I hardly know anyone in Capital City besides Song Shaoqing, and he should be in Sanya with his old man. Well, whatever comes, comes. Qin Fen narrowed his eyes. Bring it on. I can handle it.

Qin Fen got dressed and opened the door. Three old men stood outside. One of them was Cheng Jianshe. Just as expected, they hadn't come with good intentions.

Seeing Qin Fen still bleary-eyed, Cheng Jianshe gave an awkward smile. "Just getting up, Qin Fen?"

Obviously. I can't compete with you old folks getting up at five or six. Qin Fen stepped aside and let the three men in.

After inviting them to sit, Qin Fen lit a cigarette. The old man in the middle frowned, plainly displeased.

"Something you need?" Qin Fen asked.

Cheng Jianshe gave a rueful chuckle. "Yesterday's incident has blown up." The other two only watched Qin Fen in silence.

"Blown up? How big could it get? Sparring is perfectly normal. Chen Muyuan said so himself. Besides, he ambushed me. How big a deal can this be? He's the one who embarrassed himself!" Qin Fen didn't care. He had right on his side.

What could Cheng Jianshe say? Qin Fen was stubborn as a mule.

"Young man, some things must be considered in the larger scheme. One move can affect everything. We are a nation