A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 73: Are You TM Rong Jinshan?

Rong Jinshan was originally just a dock worker in the North District.

Recently, he was spotted by this remarkable individual and became a Martial Artist through special methods.

At first, he was quite satisfied.

Money, women were within reach, a luxurious lifestyle he never dared to dream of before.

It was all given to him by the other party.

Even if he was a willing lackey, it wasn’t all bad.

But later.

Rong Jinshan realized things weren’t that simple.

The other party seemed to be the leader of some secret organization, often conducting bloody sacrifices.

Rong Jinshan guessed correctly.

Not only did he confirm the other party’s sinister secret organization, but he also found out he had only three months left to live.

To extend his life, he had to work for them.

Forcefully becoming a Martial Artist surely came with a price.

Regretting now wouldn’t help.

The other party dared to blatantly disrupt the Linjiang City exam period, definitely backed by someone big. He was just a small fry in the organization with many stronger and more formidable individuals.

Sticking around might not be too bad.

So now, he’s in the Linjiang Suburb, both working for them to raise money and enjoying life.

With the Blood Qi of a Tier Nine Martial Artist, coupled with Charman’s occasional assistance, he made quite a name for himself here, recruiting a bunch of desperados under his wing.

"Little Yin, didn’t you go to the North District today to nab someone for me? Bring those two young girls out; they dared to resist me back then, now I’ll show them what’s what."

Rong Jinshan sneered coldly.

Living day by day recklessly, he naturally acted without restraint.

Those girls were always on his mind.

Back when he was a dock worker, he had his eyes on a mason’s two daughters.

Though they dressed darkly and wore masks most of the time.

Rong Jinshan accidentally found out.

Those two girls were insanely beautiful.

Being pretty is a blessing for women, yet in a place like the North District, it’s the biggest mistake.

Rong Jinshan spent a lot of time getting close to that textile worker, making friends, called him brother.

Until one day, taking advantage of a drinking session at the mason’s house, he found a chance to make a move on his two daughters, only to be beaten up as the guy wasn’t drunk at all.

That grievance stuck in his chest, unresolved.

Thus, when Rong Jinshan rose to power, the first thing he did was drag that family out of the huge North District.

How could a mere mason stop a Martial Artist?

Chen Yinba moved fast, bringing two henchmen, shoving three people out from behind.

The two girls were about sixteen or seventeen.

Wearing simple thick cotton clothes, mouths taped shut, eyes filled with terror.

Indeed, this pair of sisters was exceptionally pretty.

At the moment, with their faces cleaned, tear stains still on, even the strongest heart would melt.

Rong Jinshan played with plenty of high-class women as a Martial Artist.

Even Rabbit Race, Cat Race, Tiger Race, he toyed with them.

These two girls, despite being beautiful, couldn’t compare to those mature, experienced women.

But to Rong Jinshan, they held irreplaceable meaning.

They were the only things he longed for during that dark time.

Now, he wanted to completely say goodbye to that past.

"Boss, Hu Man hasn’t returned, I’ll go check."

Chen Yinba cast a pitying glance at the two girls, knowing his boss’s perverted taste, sighed inwardly, closed the door, and walked out of the villa.

Rong Jinshan wasn’t in a rush.

Strolled leisurely to a middle-aged man nearby.

"Yu Ping, when you broke one of my hands back then, didn’t expect this day, did you?"

He grabbed the man’s head, smashed it hard against the coffee table.

A few thuds.

Blood splattered instantly.

Rong Jinshan felt utterly refreshed, never so elated before, "Used to look down on me, now what?"

Yu Ping’s forehead got hit into a bloody hole, his wailing unending.

This mason held his teeth tight, "Let go of my daughters, you can do whatever you want to me, all my property can be yours."

Rong Jinshan sneered, "Your brain got damaged? Are you going to give me that slum house in the North District or the few thousand in your account?"

I am a Martial Artist, not some lowly commoner like you.

Do you understand clarity of thought?

Ignorant."

Rong Jinshan flexed his arms, kicked Yu Ping away, took off his shirt.

His upper body was chiseled with muscular blocks.

But on his waist and abdomen, a bright red monster imprint.

If Baiyu were here, he’d definitely recognize it.

This imprint looked exactly like the creature drawn by the woman he saw at the Dead Dog Tavern, just infinitely smaller.

All equally ugly.

Rong Jinshan gazed at the two girls, his face showing satisfaction.

Even for him, having seen many women, these two were top-notch.

When they mature, they’ll be irresistibly alluring.

As he thought of this, ready to indulge, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Rong Jinshan frowned.

It was his henchmen.

Wait, seemed something strange mixed in.

Seemed like a stranger...

"Are you Rong Jinshan?"

A split second later, a mocking voice sounded by Rong Jinshan’s ear.

Rong Jinshan stared at the stranger, then saw his henchmen’s nervous, fearful expressions, his heart skipped a beat.

Charman said the Anomaly Bureau church and government couldn’t get involved; who was this person?

Damn it.

Knew things wouldn’t be simple.

Rong Jinshan abandoned the two girls, turned around coldly staring at him, "Who are you? Breaking into private property, not afraid I’ll call the police?"

That might be the funniest joke Baiyu heard this year.

He glanced at the floor.

Yu Ping still bleeding, the two girls huddled together, their eyes watching the scene uncertainly.

"Your henchmen robbed me, asking me who I am?

Let me put it this way.

You’re in big trouble, want to handle publicly or privately?

Privately.

A million, and it’s all settled."

Baiyu crossed his arms.

Taking a risk coming in, got to get something out of it, probing first.

He needed money.

See if anything could be extracted from this man.

Rong Jinshan naturally didn’t know that his henchmen were already terrified by Baiyu’s Anomaly Bureau background, lost any thought of resistance.

Watching them obediently follow Baiyu, standing aside not daring to breathe.

His heart sank.

This person.

Could very well be a Martial Artist!

Sub-humans have ferocious natures.

Usually daring to fight, never cowardly.

Unless completely subdued by the other’s strength!

And Martial Artist... even Tier Nine, they were much stronger than this makeshift martial artist, forcibly elevated with only two Qi Veins opened.

He could bully common people fine.

But in a real Martial Artist duel, he had no confidence.

After all.

He used to be just a dock worker.

Moments later, Rong Jinshan’s doubtful expression turned into a smile, "Brother must’ve misunderstood, let’s talk this out, why resort to violence. Fists have no eyes, injury wouldn’t be good."