Chapter Ten: The Art of Kung Fu

“Is that the only explanation?” Sun Yan frowned. For some reason, a sudden image of Yang Qi flashed through her mind. She had a strong intuition that Yang Qi was somehow involved in this matter.

“That’s impossible. He’s just a big lecher—ugh, better not think about him. Next time I see him, I’ll give him a good beating,” Sun Yan immediately shook her head, brushing away the unrealistic thought.

What Sun Yan didn’t know was that her suspicion was, in fact, the truth. But because the reality was so contrary to her understanding, it was no wonder she dared not consider it.

When Yang Qi returned to the dormitory, Shi Dong had already disappeared. He was used to Shi Dong’s occasional absences by now. Logging onto his computer and opening a certain job recruitment website, Yang Qi saw his inbox still empty and wore a bitter smile.

Logging into the university chat group on QQ, Yang Qi found the group in full uproar.

Upon closer look, he discovered the discussion was about holding a farewell for two classmates from other provinces. It turned out these two students would be leaving soon and would only return for the graduation ceremony to attend it before leaving again. So everyone was talking about sending them off early.

“Our dorm will be empty. Don’t forget to notify me,” Yang Qi immediately typed.

“Wow, Brother Qi finally spoke up.”

“Brother Qi’s the only one left in the room. Who’s free to help warm his bed?”

“Can warm the bed, seeking sponsorship.”

In the blink of an eye, Yang Qi’s message was buried under a flood of replies.

Watching the lively chat flood in, Yang Qi felt an inexplicable sense of melancholy. Four years of university life were finally drawing to a close, and the familiar faces were beginning to drift away.

He took a deep breath, closed his laptop, and quickly returned to his bed to sit cross-legged and meditate.

Usually, with Shi Dong around, Yang Qi dared not cultivate at night—who knew when that lunatic might lose his mind? Being discovered would be disastrous.

Streams of vital energy from heaven and earth flowed into Yang Qi’s body and were rapidly refined into pure energy, gathering in his dantian.

Night gave way to dawn, and only the next morning did Yang Qi conclude his cultivation.

“I didn’t expect my energy to increase so much in just one night,” Yang Qi said with a hint of surprise as he felt the power in his dantian.

Last night’s cultivation was equivalent to three or four days of daytime practice.

“So depleting energy can accelerate cultivation,” Yang Qi sighed softly. The reason for his rapid progress was because he had previously exhausted all his energy.

Yang Qi jumped down from the bed, landing steadily on the floor.

Shi Dong hadn’t returned to the dorm, which no longer surprised Yang Qi, as his friend’s hobbies besides surfing the internet included playing cards—often late into the night. Their schedules were opposite: when others slept, Shi Dong was active; when others woke, he rested.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from Yang Qi’s stomach.

After a night of cultivation, Yang Qi felt hungry. Patting his pockets, he discovered fewer than ten yuan left.

“Running on empty again,” Yang Qi smiled wryly, took a bank card from the drawer, and left the dorm.

He bought two steamed buns at the cafeteria and munched on them while heading to the ATM beside the teaching building.

“No way, what day is it? So many people withdrawing money?” Yang Qi raised his brow at the long queue and reluctantly joined the line.

“No money left, don’t wait,” a voice came from the crowd after a few minutes.

“Damn…” Yang Qi was speechless. Watching the crowd disperse, he shook his head and headed outside campus. Though there were a few ATMs on campus, they were far away, farther than the nearest one outside the gate, which was near the service center—so he wasn’t worried about not getting cash.

After leaving the campus, Yang Qi went straight to the service center. It was still morning, and the place wasn’t crowded; only three people were ahead at the ATM. Soon, it was Yang Qi’s turn.

Unnoticed by Yang Qi, as he approached the machine, a black van parked not far outside the service center. The man in the driver’s seat looked uncomfortably toward Yang Qi.

“Boss, that’s the guy,” the man said, looking back.

“Got it,” a hoarse voice came from the backseat. “Stick to the plan. After waiting for days, the kid finally dared to come out to withdraw money. Looks like we’re in for some unexpected profit today.”

Laughter echoed from the backseat, revealing more than the hoarse man was present.

Oblivious to this, Yang Qi had already been targeted. After withdrawing a thousand yuan, he left the service center.

As soon as he returned to the street, two men stepped out of the van and flanked him on either side, surrounding him.

“Don’t move, kid. Come with us quietly, or we’ll make you bleed!” a hoarse voice warned from behind.

Though Yang Qi had energy within him, he was still flesh and blood. Facing two sharp weapons, he had no choice but to comply.

Soon, the two men dragged Yang Qi to the black van.

“It’s you!” Yang Qi recognized the familiar bald man in the vehicle and immediately understood this was not a robbery but revenge.

“Get in!” the hoarse voice commanded. The two men shoved Yang Qi into the van.

Once inside, the bald man pulled out a dagger, pressing it against Yang Qi’s waist, while another man in the back pointed a dagger at his back. The two men who had brought him in trapped him between themselves, surrounding him on three sides. They were clearly cautious—after all, Yang Qi had once taken down four grown men barehanded.

“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. We meet again,” the bald man said coldly.

Yang Qi glanced at him coolly. “I didn’t expect this. Seems I went easy on you that day.”

A trace of smugness curled the bald man’s lips. “Too bad there’s no regret medicine in this world.”

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