The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1153 723: Someone Named Liu Zheng Comes to Pay His R

"Hunyuan Xingyi Taijin, huh? I've heard of it. It's a small sect that was just established less than two years ago."

Lin Zhengzong replied.

"They invited to their founding ceremony, but business at the massage parlor was bad at that ti, and I wasn't in the mood to attend such events, so I found an excuse to decline."

"Isn't their sect leader nad Ma Baoli?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, their sect leader is nad Ma Fuguo. He personally wrote the invitation back then. It was calligraphically excellent, bold and powerful. This Ma Baoli might be his daughter."

"Mr. Liu, are you inquiring about them for any particular reason?"

Lin Zhengzong asked.

"I have a delivery to make for Ma Baoli."

"Ah, it's official business. Please wait a mont, and I'll inquire about it right away."

Lin Zhengzong said.

"Alright, thank you, Boss Lin."

He hung up the phone and focused on driving.

He had to wait for over ten minutes. By the ti Liu Zheng had driven to the street corner where Hunyuan Xingyi Taijin was located, Lin Zhengzong finally called back.

"Mr. Liu, I've found out. Ma Fuguo fell seriously ill last month, and now his daughter Ma Baoli is managing the martial arts hall."

Lin Zhengzong said.

"What kind of illness?"

Liu Zheng felt a ripple of concern and quickly asked.

"That, I'm not sure about. They haven't talked about it outside, and so colleagues who wanted to visit were turned away."

Lin Zhengzong said, shaking his head.

"It seems there's sothing they don't want to disclose."

He mused.

Either Ma Fuguo's illness is sothing disgraceful, or perhaps Ma Fuguo has actually passed away, and they're keeping it a secret.

"That remains unclear."

Lin Zhengzong replied.

"What is the strength of this Hunyuan Xingyi Taijin?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"They don't have much strength. Although they're nad Hunyuan Xingyi Taijin, their boxing is neither Hunyuan nor Xingyi, and it lacks Taiji as well."

"They used to occasionally spar with us, but their mbers were always the last to go on stage and the first to leave. Over ti, they stopped coming altogether."

"But Ma Fuguo's strength is unfathomable. Once, a curator's joke went too far, and Ma Fuguo got angry and slamd the table. Five bolts of thunder imdiately struck from the sky, piercing through the roof."

"Luckily, we intervened quickly; otherwise, that curator would have been struck dead by the thunder."

"So people generally believe that Hunyuan Xingyi Taijin's disciples are so weak because Ma Fuguo either can't teach them or he held back and didn't teach them well."

Lin Zhengzong said.

"And what about Ma Baoli?"

"We don't know about Ma Baoli. People only knew that Ma Fuguo had a daughter, but no one has ever seen her in action."

He replied.

"Misfortunes never co singly."

Liu Zheng sighed.

But he wasn't lanting for himself, but for Ma Baoli.

With her father severely ill, fellow disciples being useless, and being thrust into leadership amidst such turbulent tis, she'd now be forced to handle a delivery from the Bloody Restaurant. Anyone would break under such pressure.

However, despite his sympathy, the delivery still needed to be made.

"Is there any other information, Boss Lin?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Not for now."

Lin Zhengzong replied.

For just a few minutes, gathering this information was already quite good; after all, he wasn't a professional in this area.

"Alright, thank you, Boss Lin. I'll treat you to a al next ti."

"Oh no, it's who should treat Mr. Liu to a al."

They exchanged polite niceties and hung up the phone.

Liu Zheng parked his car at the corner, then walked up to the entrance of Hunyuan Xingyi Taijin.

The street where Hunyuan Xingyi Taijin was located was quite remote. He looked around and saw there weren't any shops or skyscrapers nearby, just so low buildings.

But perhaps because of this, Hunyuan Xingyi Taijin occupied a large area, resembling one of those farm-style restaurants, with almost the sa type of decor.

"Hmm..."

Looking at the sign with the seven large characters "Hunyuan Xingyi Taijin," he pondered for a mont and took out a pen and paper from the Headless Mandarin Duck Pouch.

He was a properly apprenticed martial artist, a mber of the martial world, so visiting in person naturally called for a polite greeting.

But how was a greeting note supposed to be written again?

Liu Zheng twirled the pen in his hand, thinking for a while, and wrote on the torn A4 paper.

"Chen's Baji Fist disciple, Liu Zheng, respectfully acknowledges the high skill and abundant martial virtue of Master Ma Fuguo, and has co to pay a visit."

It wasn't written with a writing brush, and he's not sure if the format is correct, but at least the attitude was clear.

Having written the greeting note, he pulled out a copper badge, then approached the door and knocked.

"Who is it?"

After three knocks on the door, a man's voice ca from inside.

"Hello, I am a martial artist from out of town, here to visit Master Ma Fuguo."

Liu Zheng said loudly.

"My master is ill and not seeing visitors. Please leave."

The person inside said.

"Is that so unfortunate? I have so dical skills. Would you allow to examine Master Ma?"

He asked knowingly.

"Oh, co on, we have hired expensive doctors, and none could help. What can you do?"

The person inside replied disdainfully.

"Whether I can help or not, it was ant as a gesture. Yet, you talk to this way. I had heard that Master Ma has a noble character and all his disciples are outstanding. It seems those rumors were not true."

"I'll leave now, not to disturb your prestigious sect's premises. Hmph!"

Liu Zheng pretended to be angry and started to leave.

"Hey, wait a second! What's with you? I just said sothing casually, and you're escalating it? Who said we look down on you?"

The person inside hurriedly called him back.