Secret Buyer-Chapter 72: Facing Directly

Train station.

Before parting, Zhang Fusheng casually asked:

"Brother Kong, you guys aren’t from Jiangzhou City, are you? Are you here for sightseeing?"

Kong Dongyan gave a gentlemanly smile:

"Sort of, we’ve toured all the small cities in the province, and this is the last one. Of course, mainly, I’m here to see the kids."

"Kids?"

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback.

"Yeah, I have three sons and four daughters in Jiangzhou." As he seemed to think of his children, a doting smile appeared on Kong Dongyan’s face.

"I haven’t seen them for a year now."

Zhang Fusheng: ??

The six-fingered woman and the young girl beside him also had question marks on their foreheads.

Huh?

Zhang Fusheng couldn’t help but ask further:

"You’re talking about actual biological children? Brother Kong, you still look very young."

"I had them early."

Kong Dongyan chuckled:

"I’m 27, and my oldest child is already 12. Basically, I have kids in every city."

Zhang Fusheng: ???

The Golden Province has over sixty small cities, a few kids in each city... hundreds of children??

You’re truly blessed with kids?

The elegant youth bid farewell to the confused Zhang Fusheng and his companions, leaving the station with Jiang Shutong. After just a few steps, he glanced at a beggar by the roadside.

Kong Dongyan gave him a sidelong glance, speaking warmly:

"Reading ten thousand books and traveling ten thousand miles is because the principles learned from books must be practiced personally to be clear."

"Junior, let me ask you, how do you use one dollar to get more money?"

Jiang Shutong blinked:

"Uh, do business?"

Kong Dongyan shook his head in disappointment:

"You still haven’t grasped the principles of benevolence and righteousness. For example, the grace of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring in return."

He walked up to the beggar and dropped a coin into the tattered tin box. The beggar quickly thanked him.

Kong Dongyan smiled and nodded at him, then casually grabbed the rest of the paper money and coins from the tin box and stuffed them into his pocket, in the beggar’s bewildered gaze.

He turned his head, instructing Jiang Shutong:

"I gave him a coin as a small favor, taking away his remaining tens is him returning the kindness, so now you understand?"

Jiang Shutong suddenly understood, nodding vigorously:

"What if he doesn’t want to repay?"

Kong Dongyan’s expression turned serious, filled with righteousness:

"If someone refuses to repay kindness, they are not benevolent or righteous, and for the justice of the world, they should be eliminated!"

The beggar, angry to the point of tears, shivered, got up, but quickly shrank back down.

In the distance, Zhang Fusheng witnessed the entire scene.

"What kind of nonsense logic is this..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, initially wondering what sort of evil technique Confucianism might involve, now he had a vague guess.

Wait a minute.

Filial piety comes first above all virtues.

This guy having hundreds of kids in over sixty small cities, is he planning to...

have the kids ’show filial piety’ to him??

As for how exactly, Zhang Fusheng didn’t dare to imagine.

The body, hair, and skin are received from the parents...

He frowned, could such a pure and kind Confucian teaching be distorted like this?

Shaking his head, Zhang Fusheng turned to Lu Mingzhu:

"Lu Mingzhu, go to the Peace Hotel in Jiangzhou now. I have a supposed one-third control there, I want you to make this ’supposed’ control become real."

"Yes, boss." Lu Mingzhu responded in a low voice, dropping the ’four’ from the title ’Fourth Boss.’

She was very sharp, vaguely sensing something,

and being taken away from Dragon Boat City, she naturally knew she had to take a firm stand now.

It seemed like she was caught in some kind of whirlpool.

There was still a chance of survival by firmly taking a stand, but being indecisive meant certain death.

The six-fingered beautiful woman left with her luggage, and Chen Nuanyu also temporarily parted ways with him.

Zhang Fusheng exhaled,

feeling the countless gazes both inside and outside the station, numbering in the hundreds, observing him.

Under the focus of various gazes and cameras,

Zhang Fusheng seemed oblivious, stepping out of the station, and immediately, a sense of being watched emanated from far above his head.

Sky Eye Satellite.

"What does Senior Brother really mean?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured silently, dialing the phone:

"Uncle Yu, I’ve arrived in Jiangzhou, mm-hmm, okay, I plan to rest well today, tomorrow night?"

"Alright, six o’clock tomorrow night, right? I’ll be on time, thank you, Uncle Yu."

After setting up a dinner time with Uncle Yu,

Zhang Fusheng, alone, calmly blended into the crowded street.

In his perception, dozens of people immediately followed, men and women, old and young,

even the street vendors glanced at him from time to time,

and even at the moment he stepped out of the station,

out of the dozens of taxis parked on the roadside, whether sitting in the cars or leaning against the doors smoking,

every driver glanced at him almost simultaneously.

Tsk tsk.

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes. These people were not intent on killing; it seemed their orders were merely to monitor him.

But such surveillance, needing so many people, and openly staring as they were...?

Was this a demonstration from the senior brother?

Then why not just attack directly?

Was it because those twenty-four missing bounty hunters left the senior brother uncertain?

A surge of oppressive rage welled up in Zhang Fusheng’s heart, an impulse to tear everyone on this street to pieces!!

"Calm down, calm down..."

He breathed deeply repeatedly, got into a taxi, and spoke softly:

"Third District, Hongji Martial Arts Dojo."

"Certainly, sir." The driver wearing white gloves smiled as the taxi slowly drove away,

but the dozens of taxis parked outside the station also started simultaneously, merging into a stream of traffic, silently following behind.

Zhang Fusheng sat in the front passenger seat, glanced at the rear-view mirror:

"Are you not even willing to put on a show?"

The driver smiled:

"Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids.

Nearly an hour later, the taxi convoy arrived at the checkpoint entering the Third District, but strangely, the inspector didn’t stop or check at all,

just allowed the dozens of taxis to pass, entering the tightly controlled Third District,

yet these taxis all stopped simultaneously nearing the Hongji Martial Arts Dojo.

Only the taxi with Zhang Fusheng continued forward, until it reached the dojo’s entrance.

"Sir, we’ve arrived at the destination."

"That’ll be ninety-nine yuan."

Zhang Fusheng ignored him, opened the car door, got out, and walked straight through the open dojo gates,

all the workers and reception on the first floor were absent, but the trainees upstairs were still there, he could clearly hear their breaths and heartbeats.

The senior brother stood, sitting at the reception’s original position, looked up and said gently:

"Little junior brother, you’ve finally returned home."

The two exchanged glances.

A tingling sensation went up Zhang Fusheng’s spine, as if he were an ordinary person again, being stalked and chased by street dogs.

"Those on the way?" he asked.

"Protection."

The senior brother spoke gently:

"In the afternoon, your second senior sister was attacked, I feared something might happen to you too."

His tone was gentle, yet his face carried no trace of emotion, his gaze intensely aggressive towards the skinny youth.

Both knew the other already understood.

But neither actually tore the facade.

"Master went to some medium-sized city, cut off communication, might not be reachable until the end of the month."

The senior brother changed the topic:

"What do you want to eat tonight? Oh right, your third senior sister is out of the hospital."

"As for your second senior sister, don’t worry, she just had an arm broken by that mysterious assailant, her injuries aren’t serious, she just can’t really fight recently."

He enunciated the words "assailant" with emphasis.

Second Senior Sister is Twelve Refinements.

An assailant who could injure the Second Senior Sister.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly understood, everything just now had been the senior brother’s ’warning’ to him.

Once he mentioned anything about him to Second Senior Sister or Third Senior Sister,

this senior brother would choose to go all out,

perhaps even killing Second Senior Sister and Third Senior Sister to conceal the secret... Yet similarly, the senior brother also didn’t truly understand what he knew.

Actually, he had nothing, understood nothing.

That day at the Peace Hotel in Dragon Boat City, Sister Xixi had just coincidentally learned a few things, without even making a backup, nor clearly seeing anything.

But the senior brother didn’t know.

"Just something casual, I’m planning to stay at home tonight, not at the dojo."

"Alright then." The senior brother maintained his smile.