Until he returned to his shop, Square Porcelain, Fang Zheng still couldn’t process what had just happened—Zhou Ping let him go so easily?
Could it be a trick of "play hard to get"?
"Don’t leave Qu City for the ti being; the Public Security Bureau may summon you at any ti."
"Behave yourself!"
"..."
Zhou Ping naturally didn’t know what he was thinking. With a gloomy face, he gave a few instructions and then drove away, obviously still having so resentnt.
Watching the other party leave, Fang Zheng chuckled to himself:
"Who cares!"
No matter what, being able to get out is always a good thing.
He hadn’t been able to truly close his eyes for several days, constantly tense to deal with questioning. He was already exhausted and now only wanted a good sleep.
He slept from daylight to night.
As the neon lights ca on and night fell, the sound of rushing water echoed in the bathroom.
Fang Zheng closed his eyes, raised his head, and let the warm water wash over his body, washing away his fatigue while allowing his spirit to gradually recover.
Naturally, the thods described in the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishnt thod erged in his mind one by one.
Complete success, a rebirth of the body...
"So that’s what it ans!"
"No wonder the book emphasized that once the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishnt thod starts, it must not be interrupted. It turns out that at the mont of completion, a great transformation occurs."
"Like a rebirth!"
Lowering his head, he slowly raised his arm, fingers forming a loose fist, an overwhelming feeling of power surging within him.
It felt as if he could kill a fierce tiger with one punch.
This was undoubtedly an illusion, but compared to before, his strength had indeed advanced by leaps and bounds; calling it a complete transformation was not an exaggeration.
"Qi Blood First Transformation!"
Fang Zheng’s eyes shone:
"Bone Forger Martial Artist!"
At the mont of completing the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishnt, he had completely transford, not only laying the foundation for his physical body but also breaking through the limits of Qi Blood First Transformation, becoming a true Martial Artist.
Thanks to the Bone Strengthening Pill from the Pure Yang Palace, among the three—skin and flesh, tendons and bones, and internal organs—the Bone Forging broke through first.
"Though the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishnt thod is good, it shouldn’t have achieved such results. It’s thanks to eating ox heart and the Pile Technique from two worlds."
"There’s also the help from that strange pattern on my wrist, which led to my current achievent."
"Compared to Wu Hai, I’m not only a Qi Blood First Transformation Martial Artist now, but I’m probably not far from Qi Blood Second Transformation, almost like a leap to the top."
Skin and flesh tightened!
Tendons and bones strong!
The Five Viscera invigorated!
Comparing himself to a few days ago, it was as if he had been a child.
Walking out of the bathroom, barefoot, to the window, Fang Zheng raised his head and gazed afar at the bustling night view of Qu City, his eyes finally landing on the most chaotic Pai Street.
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Pai Street is also known as morial Arch Street.
It’s said that in ancient tis, people here were either rich or noble, and the won were chaste, the n studious, thus receiving many morial arches, hence the na.
Tis have changed.
The splendid scenery of the past is gone, and the arches symbolizing chastity and virtue have been replaced by colorful signs, gathering nurous bars and KTVs.
The streetwalkers openly solicited custors at the door.
Long lines queued at the entrances to nightclubs, many differently dressed n and won embracing as they entered, the piercing and loud music filling the ears.
To go from a scholarly gatehouse to a street of custom, that in itself is ironic.
Miami Club.
Who knows when it started, but nas that are neither fully Chinese nor fully Western began to beco popular, and even the largest club on Pai Street is like this.
Standing in front of Miami Club, Fang Zheng looked up, observing the five-story building bathed in various lights, his eyes thoughtful.
Then he took steps toward the main entrance.
"Sir."
A handso doorman reached out to stop him politely:
"Please show your mbership card."
"mbership card?" Fang Zheng tilted his head.
"Yes." The doorman nodded:
"We operate on a mbership basis here. If you’re not a mber, I’m sorry, you can’t enter. If you want to beco a mber, you need an introduction from an existing mber; we don’t handle it directly here."
What a hassle!
Fang Zheng simply said, "I’m here to see your boss."
"He Xuanping."
Qi Yuan was called the second boss by Da Wei and a few others, so naturally, there was a big boss above him—He Xuanping.
"Boss He." The doorman’s face changed, although the visitor was dressed simply, anyone who could call the boss by na was always not to be trifled with.
He imdiately said:
"It would be best if you called ahead, let soone co out to receive you."
"That won’t be necessary." Fang Zheng stepped forward:
"I’ll go in and find him myself."
His movents caused the doorman to stumble back, and the two guards behind him shouted:
"What’s going on?"
"Stop right there!"
The two rushed forward, reaching out with capture techniques that had so skill, not just brute force.
Fang Zheng kept walking, raising his hand for a light push.
"Bang!"
A surge of Giant Power, both n were lifted off the ground and slamd heavily against the door panels on either side, groaning in pain on the ground, unable to get up.
The doorman was about to shout urgently, but seeing this, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Those were two hundred pounds of living beings; how could they be like toy dolls in front of him, pushed away with a single motion?
How much strength must that take?
Fang Zheng was also slightly taken aback; he knew his power had skyrocketed after becoming a Qi Blood Martial Artist, but he didn’t expect it to be so strong.
He only intended to push them aside, but ended up pushing them away.
If the martial artists of Hundred Days Foundation Establishnt had world-class strength, Qi Blood First Transformation equated to world-class pinnacle.
And he...
Was clearly one level stronger!
Perhaps the Qi Blood Second Transformation wasn’t even as strong.
Just slightly surprised, he continued forward.
......
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The urgent rhythm of drums beat tempo, several musicians nodding and playing on stage, colorful lights sweeping the club hall.
n and won swayed to the music, raising their hands and shouting from ti to ti, provoking cheers from those around them.
Smoke filled the air,
The sll of alcohol pervaded.
Passion and hormones intertwined and collided here.
Fang Zheng had been to similar places to sing and perform before, but now walking among them, he only felt it was noisy, not the feeling he used to have.
The band stepped off, replaced by a DJ beauty, and the noise grew louder.
"Friend."
Stopping at a booth surrounded by a few people, he leaned down to ask:
"Do you happen to know where Boss He is?"
"Boss He?" The drunken man looked up, pointing upwards:
"His office is on the fourth floor; you can check there."
"Thank you!"
"You’re welco."
Quite polite.
Scanning the surroundings, Fang Zheng stepped toward the stairs.
There were four burly n in suits guarding the stairs, subconsciously blocking him as he approached, at that mont the doorman from earlier hurried over.
"That’s him!"
The doorman shouted:
"He’s not a mber and just forced his way in."
"Hmm?"
The four n paled, imdiately rushing over without a word.
"Get lost!"
Fang Zheng expressionlessly stepped forward, his hands sweeping aside like splitting straw, the two in front were thrown into the chaotic crowd.
With a bump, the remaining two felt like they were hit by a stone, collapsing softly to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"Stop him!"
"Crash..."
Upstairs, a crowd roared and rushed over, so wielding weapons resembling electric batons.
Fang Zheng’s eyes narrowed, grabbing a nearby two-ter-tall ceramic figurine, he swung it like a hamr at the oncoming crowd.
"Bang!"
"Crash..."
With a crisp sound, the crowd howled in agony.
Fang Zheng charged forward, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, punching and kicking wildly, with no match except to avoid the electric batons.
"Stop!"
Unnoticed, a middle-aged man in a white suit appeared at the back, his eyes pausing on Fang Zheng, bowing slightly and saying:
"Mr. Fang, the boss invites you."
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