Medical Sage

”Fu Hai is closed for business today. You should all leave.”

Just then, Huang Junze’s cold, mocking voice suddenly rang out. The terrified customers, who hadn’t dared to move a muscle, scattered as if they’d received a pardon. They scrambled out of the Fu Hai nightclub in a frenzied mob, drawing the curious gazes of pedestrians on the street.

Meanwhile, inside the now-empty Fu Hai nightclub, the imposing Huang Junze looked down at Chen Fei and sneered, his words laced with murderous intent. ”Kid, Dongxing has stood tall in Hong Kong for decades. From our humble beginnings, we now stand shoulder to shoulder with Hong Xing and New Yi’an. Do you really think you alone can stir up any trouble?”

”I’ll ask one last time. Where is Po Rong?” However, Chen Fei couldn’t be bothered with him. He turned to Brother Ximao, who was slumped on the floor, his face a cold, emotionless mask.

”This... I... Brother Huang...” Brother Ximao hadn’t expected this omen of death to target him. He wanted to cry but had no tears, utterly panicked as he looked pleadingly toward the livid Axe Jun for help.

”You’re looking for Po Rong? Simple. If you can defeat me, Huang Junze, I’ll personally drag Po Rong over to you. How about it? But I’m afraid you won’t get the chance! Die!” Huang Junze laughed with murderous intent, raising a small axe and chopping down at Chen Fei. The attack created a ferocious whoosh of air, its powerful force making ordinary people like Brother Ximao cry out and squeeze their eyes shut.

”Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish!” Seeing his opponent make the first move, Chen Fei no longer bothered to suppress the irritation and killing intent in his heart.

After all, he had just survived an attack by a professional assassin, and now he was being held up by these clueless fools. Chen Fei was naturally harboring a great deal of fury with no outlet. So, the moment he saw his opponent dare to attack, a terrifyingly cold light flashed in his eyes. He sidestepped, easily dodging the axe before smashing his fist toward the man’s shoulder!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

The essence of the Xingyi Fist that Chen Fei practiced was pure ferocity. Advancing and retreating with the force of a mountain-descending tiger, it exerted an overwhelming, unstoppable pressure. It was rumored that if this fist technique were cultivated to the legendary level of Void Shattering, not even the surging Yellow River could stop it. A single punch could shatter mountains, split the earth, and force the great roaring river to change its course.

CRACK!

Chen Fei’s punch struck Huang Junze’s shoulder viciously. The man’s massive body collapsed as if hit by a speeding truck, struck by an unimaginably brutal force. The bones in his shoulder instantly shattered, and blood gushed out like an unending fountain.

This scene left Brother Ximao and the other underlings, who were slumped nearby, completely stunned. Their jaws nearly hit the floor, their faces filled with horror and disbelief. What the hell is going on? That’s one of Dongxing’s top enforcers, a Dual-Red Stick! And some Mainlander just bloodied him with a single punch? Is this a joke? How is this possible?

”Who... who are you?” Even the once-confident Axe Jun was frozen, the intense pain from his shoulder searing his very soul.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle defeat or was afraid of pain. It had been many years since he’d been so intimidated by a single punch that he was too scared to fight back.

As the target of Chen Fei’s oppressive aura, he could clearly feel a terrifying pressure bearing down on him, like the Yellow River bursting its banks. It left him feeling suffocated, unable to catch his breath.

A look of sheer terror filled his eyes.

”Does it matter who I am?” Chen Fei retorted mockingly. He then resumed his stance and mercilessly continued his assault. His punches and kicks landed with the might of a beast king descending upon the world, their heavy pressure forming a terrifyingly powerful and bone-chilling attack.

BANG! BANG! BANG...

A series of ear-splitting clashes erupted in the club. It wasn’t just the sound of Chen Fei’s fists hitting flesh. Eventually, tired of dodging, Chen Fei simply coated his fists in a layer of Spiritual Energy and began clashing directly with Axe Jun’s axe. This shocked the onlooking underlings to their core, soaking their clothes in a cold sweat.

Damn it, clashing fists directly with an axe blade? Is this guy even fucking human? Am I dreaming?

Just then, after Chen Fei’s fist once again collided with the axe, a sharp CLANG! rang out. Unable to bear the force, the axe head snapped in two, half of the blade clattering to the ground. As if struck by a massive impact, Axe Jun’s face turned beet red before he coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his complexion instantly turning deathly pale.

One must understand that Chen Fei’s fists could easily shatter a massive boulder. A normal axe wouldn’t have survived a single blow. It had only lasted this long because of the power Huang Junze channeled into it.

Now that his power was finally shattered by Chen Fei, he naturally suffered a severe backlash, sustaining internal injuries.

”You...” Huang Junze stared dumbfoundedly at Chen Fei, too numb to speak. He truly never expected someone so young to possess such terrifying strength.

After a long silence, he looked at Chen Fei and said, ”So, you’re an Ancient Martial Artist... But who are you? The Hong Kong Black Market is here. Aren’t your kind forbidden from coming over? Besides, it’s not like I haven’t fought Ancient Martial Artists before. Even those twenty or thirty years older than you aren’t this strong.”

The Hong Kong Black Market was a dark organization built by people with extraordinary martial power, a force that surpassed even the Five Great Noble Families. It was said they had an agreement with the Inland’s Ancient Martial Arts circle that forbade members from either side from trespassing on the other’s territory. If there was important business, they had to give prior notice.

They were especially forbidden from causing trouble like this, as it would be considered a provocation against the Hong Kong Black Market.

Furthermore, as a 426 Red Pole of Dongxing—one of Hong Kong’s three major triad societies—and one of its four Dual-Red Sticks, Huang Junze was no stranger to those mysterious individuals, even if he wasn’t an Ancient Martial Artist himself. He knew that not all of them were as terrifying as depicted on television.

In his past encounters, very few people from the Inland were stronger than him, Axe Jun. The ones who were, were mostly old geezers in their seventies or eighties. It was the first time in all his decades that he, Huang Junze, had ever seen someone as young as Chen Fei possess such terrifying strength. That only made him more afraid.

”Do you really think I’m that easy to talk to?”

Just then, Chen Fei’s cold voice sounded beside his ear, making Axe Jun’s imposing body tremble violently. Without hesitation, he kicked a nameless underling slumped beside him and roared, ”Where is that bastard Po Rong?”

He finally remembered that his opponent was here for Po Rong. This matter had nothing to do with him in the first place; it was his own arrogance that made him court death.

Although his action was a betrayal of a shot-caller in his own gang, his status and insight made him understand how complicated and troublesome it would be for Dongxing to be on bad terms with someone as formidable as Chen Fei. It wasn’t worth it for a mere shot-caller.

He believed that even if the Dragon Head of the main branch or the retired Uncles heard about this, they wouldn’t blame him. They would praise him for doing the right thing. Who told you, Po Rong, to be so arrogant as to provoke this little monster? He brought this upon himself!

”That... that... Brother Huang, Big Brother, I really don’t know where Po Rong is! When he came earlier, only Brother Ximao went up to receive him. None of us were qualified enough,” the chosen underling said, his face pale as he dropped to his knees, trembling.

”Brother Ximao?” Chen Fei raised an eyebrow and slowly turned his head.

”I know, I know! New Yi’an is negotiating with us over a few of our venues, so Po Rong took the branch’s elites and went over there just now! The location is...” Brother Ximao, having finally wised up, blurted out everything without a moment’s hesitation.

”Enough. I’m not familiar with Hong Kong. Just take me there!” Chen Fei cut him off with an impatient wave of his hand, ordering them to lead the way.

”Oh, okay! This way, this way!” Seeing that even Dongxing’s top enforcer had been thoroughly beaten by Chen Fei, Brother Ximao lost any last shred of defiance. Trembling, he obsequiously led Chen Fei to a car to find Po Rong.

About forty minutes later, Brother Ximao drove Chen Fei to the border of Dongxing and New Yi’an territory. The location chosen for the negotiation was a large, private estate.

As soon as their car arrived, Chen Fei noticed at least two or three hundred men gathered outside the estate. They were split into two tense factions, looking like they were ready to brawl at the slightest provocation.

”Make way! I’m Ximao from Tsim Sha Tsui, and I need to see Brother Po Rong,” Brother Ximao said to the guards, his voice trembling as he arrived.

”You can’t go in now. There’s an important meeting. Please leave immediately—” the guard responded with a cold, expressionless face, showing him no respect. Before he could finish his sentence, however, Chen Fei got out of the car, kicked the guard unconscious, and strode into the estate as if he owned the place.

Seeing this, Brother Ximao’s scalp tingled with fear, but he didn’t dare run. Trembling, he got out of the car and followed Chen Fei into the private estate.