"What did you just say, you bastard!"
Song Jingxian slammed the table in a rage. If not for Chen Wen holding her back in time, she probably would have rushed up and thrown a punch at Lu Ren.
Some people get so overwhelmed by their sense of justice that they don't think things through and only accept what they see in front of them. Their preconceived notions are indeed quite strong.
Clearly, Song Jingxian is a novice.
Lu Ren leaned back slightly. He had seriously studied the relevant laws during this time.
But the other person's temper did make him somewhat uncomfortable, so he spoke bluntly.
"Officer, if you harm me without reason out of personal vendetta, I have reason to suspect that it's because I revealed the truth and you want to silence me out of embarrassment and anger."
Such a huge accusation thrown at Song Jingxian could really strip her of her uniform if Lu Ren actually accused her.
This kind of talk truly ignites explosively, and Song Jingxian could not withstand it.
"Enough, enough."
Chen Wen quickly spoke up. Seeing that Song Jingxian still wanted to speak, he couldn't help but scold, "You go out first."
Song Jingxian glared at Lu Ren with hatred but silently left the interrogation room.
Two hours later, Lu Ren watched as Meng Xian, dressed in a fancy suit with handcuffs on, stared at him as she entered the detention room.
By the time he left the police station, it was already early morning, and as he exhaled a breath of foul air feeling quite refreshed and clear-headed, a trace of seriousness appeared on Lu Ren's face.
Luo Zixuan's family had a lot of influence, and if they sincerely wanted to target him, it would be quite easy. Although it is modern society now, when connections and money reach a certain level, they can use many means to deal with him.
Meng Xian probably had lost her head. Although she got out through a lawyer's persuasion, she's already on record at the police station. If Lu Ren ever gets persecuted, she's the first suspect.
This was something Chen Wen told Lu Ren directly, and he did not doubt it.
Lu Ren touched the baton at his waist.
He needed to strengthen his training to cope, and then counter-squat against them.
Compared to learning martial arts, sparring and fighting were quicker to master, Lu Ren noted the system prompt sound that had not yet dissipated in his mind.
Lu Ren felt that there wasn't much difference in learning either way, especially since he had the system. Also, from the character panel, he could form a systematic skill.
The next day, after sleeping in till late morning, Lu Ren woke up to wash and have a bowl of noodles before heading downstairs straight to the Power Burning Fighting Club. Just as he was about to enter, a somewhat weathered voice sounded beside him.
"Young man, you look serious; is your body not doing well so you want to train but find the fees too high?"
Lu Ren turned his head to see the owner of a small convenience store next to him.
Fat, scruffy, unshaven, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties jumped into Lu Ren's view.
Seeing the man smiling at him, Lu Ren's expression shifted.
"Boss, do you have a way?"
"Yes! Certainly, do you want to come in and take a look?"
The greasy boss's face lit up with enthusiasm.
After confirming that the guy wasn't dangerous and making sure that last night's injuries wouldn't hinder his movements, Lu Ren finally said, "I can take a look."
Following the greasy boss into the store, he saw the man take a bottle of medicinal oil from behind the counter and place it on top.
"Here, just apply a thin layer of this. Last time, a lad took it and used the whole bottle, haha, that guy ended up in the hospital just in time, or it would have been dangerous!"
Lu Ren's expression was quite amusing. After holding back for a while, he finally said, "I don't need this. I'm just looking to get fit."
He thought this guy might know some masters in the street market.
The greasy boss looked stunned and then said unkindly, "Young man, I don't accept returns!"
Lu Ren, with a blank expression, said, "Forced buying and selling?"
He immediately took out his phone: "Be careful. I'll call 315 to complain, and your store will be shut down, believe it or not."
Seeing how firm Lu Ren was, the greasy boss quickly grinned: "Hey hey hey, don't do that, just kidding. Is it necessary? Isn't it just wanting to get fit? I've got secret techniques!"
"Secret techniques? What are they?"
The greasy boss smiled mysteriously, "Want to come in and see? I guarantee you won't be disappointed, as they say, strengthening the body is the foundation."
Lu Ren showed a hesitant expression. He felt something was off but eventually nodded, "I can take a look."
Following the greasy boss into the back room of the store, passing through a door, the room's setting surprised Lu Ren slightly.
It was a training room styled like an old martial hall, with a space of nearly 200 square meters. The floor was covered with thick hardwood, there was an incense table at the front, and a large word poster hung on the wall.
'Fist'
Honestly, if not for the proper script 'fist' below, Lu Ren would not have recognized the scribble as the word 'fist.'
"This place..." Lu Ren's face was full of confusion.
Seeing what he interpreted as 'shock' on Lu Ren's face, the greasy boss looked extremely satisfied.
He blew out a smoke ring and solemnly said, "I am Yan Zhenghua, the sixteenth-generation Sect Leader of the Huaxia Ancient Martial Arts Phoenix Extreme Fist sect!"
Lu Ren: "Sorry, I've never heard of it, is it Traditional Martial Arts?"
With such a fancy name, there's a 90% chance he's a fake master!
Yan Zhenghua, the greasy boss, said, "What do you know? True ancient martial arts aim to defeat with a single strike, deadly at times, striking vital points. Such techniques can't be widely shared; passing it down to my generation is already good enough. Also, this fist technique can be considered the essence of fists, strengthening and beautifying your body, those eight-pack abs are no big deal!
Further practice could protect and defend, with immense strength and speed as lightning, a punch like a landslide, and a kick like a steel whip. Ultimately, you could walk on rooftops riding the wind, launch a flying sword from the Dantian to kill thousands of miles away, and even ascend in daylight, achieving immortality, but..."
Listening as Yan Zhenghua spoke more and more exaggeratedly, Lu Ren's face looked graver.
"Stop it, stop it!"
Looking at Yan Zhenghua's big belly and three chins, with spit flying everywhere, Lu Ren said seriously, "Boss Yan, this is the age of law, I think it's completely unnecessary to learn this, and I just want to learn something normal."
That so-called Phoenix Extreme Fist technique is something I've never heard of; it sounds like a random name from a third-rate novel.
Seeing Lu Ren about to leave, Yan Zhenghua called out, "Don't rush; I know many 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, waved his arms around, and then smashed the blade against his body, leaving a rapid red mark on his belly.
Lu Ren could only click his tongue inwardly.
He shouted, "Iron Cloth Shirt, once mastered, your body becomes as hard as iron, resistant to blades and spears, and impervious to water and fire, all in five days of practice, for just eight hundred!"
Seeing Lu Ren's troubled expression, Yan Zhenghua threw his hands up and pulled out a yo-yo from his pocket.
Yan Zhenghua spread his legs apart, stabilized his waist, and threw the yo-yo, shouting: "Blood Drop, from the late Ming and early Qing, an exclusive secret weapon of imperial assassins, able to take a head from a thousand miles, truly a breeze to handle, clean and quick!"