Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 32 The Nantai Sorcerer

Upon seeing the two, Jiang Defa immediately bowed respectfully: "My lord, Songti Ajahn!"

Chen Jinlong waved his hand, signaling Jiang Defa and the others to step back.

Once everyone else was out of the way, he asked in a cold voice, "Doctor, how is Kaixuan?"

"The situation is very bad."

"His spine was damaged by a heavy blow, and we took immediate action to treat it."

"But strangely, the young master's legs are now paralyzed. It seems that he has a cognitive error, and his legs go weak as soon as he lifts them."

"It's more like being poisoned by some kind of neurotoxin."

"The specific cause hasn't been reported by the MRI team yet; further consultation is needed."

"That's what the doctor said."

"You bunch of useless trash!"

"Hong Jie must have tampered with me."

"Dad, I'm ruined, I'm going to be ruined, sob sob..."

Chen Kaixuan cursed and wailed at the same time.

"Shut up!"

"Doctor, you can go out now," Chen Jinlong said.

"Yes, Mr. Chen." The doctor left respectfully.

"Ajarn, thank you for your trouble!" Chen Jinlong said, raising his hand.

Songti walked to the bedside, turned Chen Kaixuan around, and used his withered fingers to measure and press along Chen's spine in a V-shape, saying:

"It's alright, it's just that the Mingmen acupoint is blocked."

"The opponent is probably not a master of pressure point techniques; their sealing method is extremely unskilled."

"Please, Ajarn, heal my child," Chen Jinlong pleaded again.

Song Ti placed his palm flat on Chen Kaixuan's back, as if handling him gently, and swiftly slapped him: "Break!"

Chen Kaixuan felt as if a chill had rushed into his back.

Once the chill dissipated, the inexplicable feeling of heaviness and sluggishness in my back vanished instantly, and even my cramped and weak legs felt much lighter.

"Thank you, Ajarn!"

Chen Kaixuan was overjoyed and immediately got out of bed and knelt down to pay his respects.

"You should be glad that the opponent's technique was not refined and his internal strength was not deep, otherwise this one palm strike would have crippled you," Sonti said hoarsely.

"Master, please come to the tea room."

Chen Jinlong didn't ask any more questions and gestured for him to join in.

Songti is a well-known black Ajarn in the north.

He was proficient in black magic and ancient martial arts. In his youth, he killed countless people and was notorious for his evil deeds. He was once hunted down by the royal guards and the Dragon Lady before going into hiding. Later, Chen Jinlong invited him out of the mountains to become his worshipper.

Chen Jinlong's rise to prominence over the years has been secretly aided by the power of Songti and his two top disciples.

Anyone who is difficult to deal with will be secretly eliminated.

"master!"

"The Wu family is going too far. Previously, the political and business groups slandered me to the King of Thailand and disqualified me, causing me to lose tens of millions of dollars for nothing."

"Now they've brought in experts from the Xia Kingdom to sabotage my son's cause."

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

"If I don't fight back, they'll think I, Chen Jinlong, am just a freeloader."

"Please help me, Master."

Chen Jinlong's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he pleaded.

"The Wu family has disciples of Luang Phor Potala guarding them; eliminating them is no easy task," Somdej said sinisterly.

"If the Wu family is difficult to deal with, then let Zhan Wen get rid of Hong Jie first."

"We absolutely cannot let this kid leave Nantai alive."

Chen Jinlong said.

"Zhanwen went to the Myanmar East Industrial Park and won't be back for a while."

"I will have Napon take action."

Songti swallowed the phlegm in his throat and said.

"With Napon making a move, this kid is sure to die a horrible death. When?" Chen Jinlong was overjoyed.

Napon is skilled in evil arts such as controlling snakes, changing luck, and bewitching.

Even in a heavily monitored city, murder is as easy as turning one's hand.

Compared to Zhanwen's southern style of swordsmanship and fist fighting, which uses force to kill, he prefers Napeng's sinister and cunning methods.

The more miserable the opponent's death.

The more frightened the enemy will become.

"When? That depends on your sincerity," Sonti said with a smile, staring intently at him with his single eye.

Chen Jinlong clapped his hands in understanding.

Jiang Defa immediately brought in several pretty young girls who wore no makeup.

The girls' faces were filled with naivety and fear.

"The usual rule, seven virgins."

"Ajarn, enjoy it slowly."

After Chen Jinlong finished speaking, he stood up.

"You will receive good news tomorrow morning." Sonti's beady pupils, like venomous snakes, were fixed on the girls as he chuckled wickedly.

Chen Jinlong bowed slightly, and he and Jiang Defa withdrew, closing the door behind them.

Ah!

A woman screamed from behind.

Chen Jinlong seemed not to hear at all, his gaze fixed on his limping son: "Napon will make a move tonight."

"Very good."

"I hope that kid gets eaten by a snake."

"The last time I went to the mass grave, I saw Napon feeding a large python with an old, decaying corpse."

Chen Kaixuan laughed cruelly.

"That monk and Hou Bing need to be dealt with."

"Zhang Tianbao's father was a big shot. I worked with him back in Phnom Penh."

"It's a pity that this person was so obsessed with martial arts that he actually went into seclusion to cultivate himself."

"For the sake of our old friendship, send his son on his way."

"It would be best to fake a hanging or wrist-cutting suicide, and then provoke Lao Zhang. If Napon can't handle that kid, we might as well use Lao Zhang as a free tool."

Chen Jinlong lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke with a shrewd and calculating air.

"Dad, you're so thoughtful."

"Then let Hou Bing and Zhang Tianbao go to see the King of Hell."

Chen Kaixuan chuckled dryly.

……

Inside the manor.

Wu Changqing, with his white hair and beard, was wearing a white training uniform and practicing cloud hands in the courtyard.

Wu Fei led Hong Jie in: "Grandpa, Mr. Hong has arrived."

Wu Changqing didn't stop; his eyes sharpened.

Hong Jie felt a white shadow mixed with a strong wind rushing towards him, and instinctively met it with a powerful punch.

However, the punch felt like hitting a cotton ball.

Before Hong Jie could react, he felt a force of recoil, like a river, wave after wave, until the final wave condensed and pushed heavily against him.

Dengdeng!

Hong Jie stumbled back several steps before regaining his footing.

"That's called using someone else's strength against them!"

"My ancestors received guidance from the grandmaster Yang Luchan and learned some basic Tai Chi. It seems you're new to martial arts, young friend," Wu Changqing asked with a smile.

"It doesn't count."

"My dad forced me to study since I was a child, and it's been more than ten years now."

Hong Jie doesn't easily open his heart to just anyone.

"Old man, you also know internal energy? You must be a martial arts master." He asked tentatively.

Wu Changqing cursed the little rascal under his breath.

Hong Jie's hands were smooth. Iron Palm requires training from a young age, and by now they must have developed at least a layer of calluses.

The Bajiquan he used was also taught to him by Huang Tiandu.

Clearly, it was not a family tradition, but rather something he obtained through some kind of opportunity or serendipitous encounter.

"It's barely considered a subpar first-rate product."

"He can't compare to Section Chief Yun."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Wu Changqing, the director of the Nantai Office of the Military Science Department."

"This is my grandson, Wu Fei."

"Welcome to Nantai, young friend Hong!"

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"Director Wu, we're all on the same side, after all. If you had been any more reckless today, I would have let Chen Kaixuan go." Hong Jie couldn't laugh at all, and said with lingering fear.

"This is the martial arts world, the daily life of those who practice martial arts."

"You get used to the fighting and killing."

"I believe that even if Xiaofei and Bateng don't make a move today, you can still get away unscathed."

Wu Changqing said casually.

"Grandpa, I have to catch my flight back to China immediately."

"Chen Kaixuan is definitely thinking about how to kill me right now. I'm panicking every second that's a second later."

Hong Jie didn't waste any words with him.

I originally wanted to stay and practice underground boxing to improve my fighting skills.

Damn, the Chen family has a bunch of snipers and AKs, how are we supposed to compete? We're in danger of getting knocked out at any moment.

"If I'm not mistaken, the airport police have already received your information."

"You'll be detained as soon as you go in."

"It's too easy to bribe someone here."

"At that time, you will be like fish on a chopping board, obediently appearing on the cutting board of Chen Jinlong and his son."

Wu Fei, who was standing to the side, said.

"What kind of place is this? It's so chaotic!" Hong Jie said angrily.

"You're wrong, it's because Xia Kingdom is too safe."

"Don't apply civilization to places outside of Xia Kingdom. Apart from that, this world is just a giant cesspool."

"Unfortunately, you're in a cesspool right now. It's impossible to be clean and fresh without getting covered in stench."

Wu Fei laughed, his tone sharp and sarcastic.

"Director Wu, Mr. Wu, we're colleagues in the same department. Could you help me come up with a solution?" Hong Jie immediately changed his tune, beaming with joy.

"Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it!"

"You haven't registered on the 'Xuanwu' app on your satellite phone yet, have you? Go check it out, you might be pleasantly surprised."

Wu Changqing reminded him.

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