Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Everyone is Wounded (Third

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Wang Weimin thought everything through, but could Xiao Liu be so easily dismissed?

“Eight hundred thousand!¹¹ Xiao Liu spoke crisply, “You said it’s worth over a million, but that doesn’t mean it’s exactly one million, right?”

Can a merchant’s words be trusted? Only a fool would believe them. He knew all too well that now was not the time for pleasantries.

Even if the young master of Jubaozhai had a lot of money and was extravagant, he couldn’t just put on a tough front now. He frowned and said, “You’re making it meaningless by saying that. I’m just giving an estimate. It could be worth over a million, or maybe not… Will you compensate me then?”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Liu let out a dry chuckle, “But Wang, besides the value of the jade, you have a personal grudge with Feng Jun… Getting even is what’s most important, right?”

They had found the whereabouts of their target through Xiao Lin, a maintenance worker at Penglai Grand Hotel, who could provide them with information related to Feng Jun.

Of course, this information might not be entirely reliable, but referring to this person by that title was certainly correct.

Wang Weimin wasn’t good at dealing with people like Xiao Liu. Although he agreed with what Xiao Liu was saying, he couldn’t accept his outrageous demands. He spoke earnestly, “Xiao Liu, do you really think I can’t find someone else if you weren’t around?”

Xiao Liu laughed, “Look what you’re saying, Wang. If you decide to find someone else, couldn’t I just leave now?”

That was a joke. He was an insider. If Wang Weimin intended to find someone else to ambush Feng Jun, he would have to silence him first.

Wang Weimin could feel the flames of anger rising in his heart, but he couldn’t afford to lose his temper. He had to reason with facts, “Out here in the wild, if you ambush him from behind, who would know? He has nothing to do with you, you wouldn’t be taking any risks at all.”

In fact, Xiao Liu thought the same thing. As long as Wang kept quiet, who would know he was behind it?

But Wang had to speak, and as the mastermind, he couldn’t escape blame. Even if Jubaozhai had boundless power, they would always end up with the stolen goods, wouldn’t they?

He really wanted to make this money and didn’t wish to overly provoke his patron. So, with a quick thought, he suggested, “Alright, eighty thousand isn’t negotiable… I’ll also help you break his legs to vent your anger. How about that?”

Wang Weimin stared at him for a long while before slowly saying, “Five hundred thousand, four pieces of jade plus two legs… If that doesn’t work for you, let’s just go our separate ways and call it a night.”

“Deal, then five hundred thousand,” Xiao Liu slapped his thigh and agreed crisply, “I’ve made a friend in you, Wang.”

Feng Jun was unaware that not far from him, someone was scheming to take care of him.

He turned off the Passat’s engine, then took out a blanket, laid it on the ground, and began to meditate cross-legged.

He practiced the fourth form of his cultivation and found no issues. He began to tackle the first diagram of the fifth form. Based on his estimates, practicing in the wilderness, he would likely complete the first diagram today, and if everything went well, he might even breakthrough the second diagram.

Sitting cross-legged, he cultivated for an unknown amount of time. Just as he was about to succeed, a sudden sense of alarm surged in his heart.

Without a second thought, he slapped the ground with both hands and forcefully retreated backward at an angle.

Due to the hasty retreat, he didn’t even have time to unfold his crossed legs.

He had just moved away when he heard two soft “whiz” sounds. Two arrows now decorated the blanket where he had been sitting.

Not far away, three figures emerged, two of them holding crossbows.

The evening light was less than ideal, but the area, although wooded, was well- illuminated by the distant streetlights, slanting their rays over the scene and providing just enough visibility.

The two crossbowmen, after acclimating to the darkness for a while, had just spotted Feng Jun’s figure and shot their arrows without hesitation.

Feng Jun did not know what had attacked him, but seeing the crossbows in their hands, he quickly realized: one of them was very similar to his heavy crossbow.

In an instant, he was furious. Damn it, he always shot at others; someone shooting at him today was intolerable!

This was something he could not stand for. Feng Jun flashed behind the three men and, without thinking, launched a flying kick.

The one without a crossbow was sent flying into the air and slammed heavily against a willow tree.

The willow, as thick as a bowl, emitted a light crack, nearly splitting in half from the impact. The man fell to the ground and began rolling around in pain, cryingout, “Ah, my back… ”

Why did Feng Jun target him first? The reason was simple: the other two were holding their weapons, but this one didn’t seem to have any visible weapon. Unknown dangers were the most to be wary of.

The reactions of the crossbowmen were swift; they spun around, aiming their weapons in the new direction.

But with Feng Jun’s current skills, what did he have to fear from them? With a swing of his leg, he kicked another man into the air, then with a flicker, he pushed the arm of the other.

This one had just pulled the trigger, and an arrow struck the left side of his partner’s waist.

At close range, the power of a crossbow arrow was immense. The arrow even pierced through the man.

“Ah~~” The crossbowman screamed in agony. Although he was trying hard to suppress himself, his voice still carried far in the silent night.

Seeing this, the surviving crossbowman made a snap decision to turn and run. With two of their own already down, the skills of their opponent were terrifying. If he didn’t run, he too would be left behind.

However, trying to outrun Feng Jun was pure folly, even disregarding his recent practice in cultivation. Even as a double major in university, his sprinting was at the level of a third-class athlete.

Feng Jun caught up, grabbed the man’s arm, and with a forceful tap of his front foot on the ground and a twist of his waist, he swung the man around and hurled him in the opposite direction.

He spun the man over two meters high before slamming him heavily onto the ground.

Even though they were on grass, the impact of the fall knocked the last man out cold.

After dealing with the three men, Feng Jun kicked the two crossbows aside and searched the unarmed man, finding a triangular bayonet.

This was a once popular cold weapon notorious for causing fast blood loss and difficult-to-suture wounds, leading to its ban. It had rarely been seen since the new century.

The weapon had even transcended the category of cutting tools, becoming a bona fide instrument of murder—its only purpose was to kill!

Feng Jun, who grew up in a small county town, had seen such a thing in his youth and knew of its malevolence.

They really intended to kill! Enraged, he stepped forward and knocked the man out with a solid kick.

Then he took out his mobile phone and began to dial the emergency number.

Seeing this action, the only conscious crossbowman also stopped his howling, pleading loudly, “Big Brother, we were wrong, don’t call the police… let’s talk this out nicely.”

Seeing that Feng Jun ignored him, he steeled himself and said, “Big Brother, it’s not that we have a grudge against you, someone hired us to teach you a lesson.”

He was well aware that being a hired thug, even if the crime was completed, was no more than intentional assault, not to mention an attempted one.

Yet, if it were armed robbery and assault, that was much worse, easily earning a decade or more in prison.

As expected, Feng Jun glanced at him upon hearing this, “Who hired you?”

Taking an interest was a good sign. The man took a deep breath, “I don’t know; Teacher Mao was in charge of contacting them.”

Teacher Mao was another crossbowman, and both of them were outdoor sports enthusiasts who liked mountain climbing. During their travels, they discovered by chance that both had an affinity for crossbows.

Teacher Mao was indeed a teacher, not just a nickname. He taught physical education at Zhengyang City’s Eleventh Middle School, was notoriously ill- tempered, often physically punished students, and even once beat up the head of the disciplinary department.

This guy was not only hot-headed but also struggling financially, claiming he was willing to take on any job, even murder or arson.

The awakened crossbowman had been invited by him, whereas the identity of the person with the triangular bayonet was unknown to him.

After hearing his explanation, Feng Jun was somewhat incredulous, “You know nothing, and yet you dare to stop me from calling the cops?”

“I don’t know, but those two do,” the man weakly pointed at his companions, “If you don’t get the cops involved, you’ll have a lot of options… damn, my head is spinning…”

When he woke up again, he found himself in a hospital. A nurse saw him regain consciousness and spoke without expression, “Your left kidney needs to be removed. Do you have any family? Have them come over to sign the approval and remember to bring the treatment fee.”

Remove the left kidney? The man’s head began to spin, “Doctor, is there a way not to remove it?”

“I am just a nurse, not a doctor,” the nurse replied without expression, “If you don’t get it removed, you’ll need to be transferred to another hospital. Please forgive us, as we don’t provide follow-up treatment services.”

“You’re fairly lucky,” someone spoke up just then, “One of your accomplices needs to have his spleen removed, the other has a dislocated vertebra, and his right kidney requires conservative treatment.”

The speaker was a young policeman, who looked coldly at the crime suspect on the bed— the term “accomplice” made the situation quite clear.

“I… I was just helping a friend,” the man weakly defended himself, “and the other party ruthlessly harmed us.”

“Need to bring a crossbow to help out?” the young policeman scoffed with contempt, “And a triangular scraper, your accomplices might not have told you… in the victim’s car there was three million in cash.”

“Three million in cash?” The man was stunned for a moment, then yelled,

“The victim… He’s no victim! He beat us up like this!”

The young policeman was about to scold him but then thought better of it. These three guys really had rotten luck, attempting to rob a skilled fighter had resulted in varying degrees of injury to each of them.

To the policemen, this incident was quite astonishing; they found it curious that this guy named Feng Jun seemed to have a vendetta against kidneys.

Of course, Feng Jun was quite heavy-handed, and if someone hadn’t spoken up for him, he might have been implicated in “excessive self-defense,” which was no laughing matter. Without a clear verdict, he might even have been unable to leave the police station.

Luckily, his first phone call wasn’t to Yaoyao Ling but to Wang Haifeng’s mobile.