There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 153 - 87: The World’s Greatest Gathering (5.2)

Late night.

Outside a forest.

Rustling—

Zhang Feng walked out from the forest, took a look at his swollen arm, then turned to the weary Captain Sun who had just emerged from the woods,

"Captain Sun, the bodies of the three men have been disposed of, but I took the guns.

The injury on my arm will take a few days to heal.

I need something for protection."

"Didn’t say I wanted your gun." Captain Sun rubbed his aching head, "I’ve done this deed, no point in making grand speeches.

All I can say is, if you can avoid using it, do so.

Once the gun goes off, many things become difficult to handle."

After saying this, he suddenly invited, "How about this, if you’ve got nothing else, come back with me.

Stay with me, usually, no one will bother you, and you’ll have time to heal."

"Forget it." Zhang Feng shook his head, "I’m used to my freedom, and don’t want to trouble you.

Let’s part ways here, and keep in touch if anything comes up."

"Actually, it’s best not to contact." Captain Sun walked to the car, smiled at Zhang Feng and said: "I’m afraid I’d bring you trouble, or meet another situation like this."

After saying this, just as Captain Sun was about to get in the car, he asked: "No cars in this wilderness, are you sure you want to part here?"

...

An hour later.

North Second Ring.

"Then let’s part here." After Zhang Feng got out of the car, he looked at Captain Sun inside, "Call me if you feel like meeting up."

"Alright." Captain Sun waved, "Off I go."

Beep beep—

Captain Sun drove to the airport, planning to fly back tonight.

Zhang Feng, meanwhile, pulled out his phone, saw his balance was decent, and decided to find a hotel to rest.

But as he walked down the road.

Zhang Feng wasn’t idle, instead he was reflecting on the evening’s encounter with those two Dark Force experts.

He thoroughly analyzed, attempting to summarize the optimal combat strategy from this fight.

Organizing and reviewing the experience of life-and-death struggles is a way of consolidating knowledge.

’The constitution of the two men, one was 45, the other 48, clearly surpassing common businessmen.’

Zhang Feng pushed forward while calculating mentally,

’Especially given their Dark Force combat skills, their fighting prowess far outstrips ordinary people.

But without Dark Force, they wouldn’t be able to hit me, nor break through my "defense".

If it were just one opponent, with my constitution and techniques overwhelming them by more than double, like that Flutter Wind, even if he tried his hardest to block me, he wouldn’t escape death.

But it was precisely this Dark Force, like a gun fighting out of its league, that narrowed the gap in constitution, allowing the other to breach my defense.’

Zhang Feng recalled carefully,

’Actually, I could have chosen not to kill Flutter Wind, instead avoid and re-adjust my approach.

But an unknown gun seller was around.

In life-and-death combat, hesitation is taboo, better to trade injury for advantage, eliminate one first.

It turned out as I thought, a gunman was indeed nearby.

If I had dodged and fought again, it could have been a triple encirclement, costing more energy.’

Thinking this, Zhang Feng continued calculating and reflecting.

It also deepened his understanding of Dark Force.

After finishing his recollection,

Zhang Feng looked again at his arm.

Though it was no longer bleeding, the flesh inside had been torn by Qi Force.

According to ordinary self-healing ability of Dark Force Boxers, it normally takes more than twenty days to recover.

However, Zhang Feng, with his accelerated metabolism from ’Resonating Heart’, could heal in twenty days.

Also, if he didn’t mind the cost, using the meridian-resonating ’Overclocking Healing Method’, he could fully recover in ten days.

This overclocking therapy was Zhang Feng’s own researched ’medical technique’.

Though using it came with a cost, potentially shortening life by a day or two.

Of course, if like Dr. Wu, whose hand tendon had long been healed and only needed slight repair of residual effects, the ’life cost’ might only be the resonance for those ten seconds, making some minute adjustments to enhance the hand tendon’s tissue.

And the lifespan used in treatment would still be Dr. Wu’s few seconds.

After all, he was the one treated, he was the one resonated.

The principle of ’Overclocking Healing’ is to let "the injured person’s cells quickly renew, accelerate growth and replacement."

Zhang Feng looked at his arm,

’It’s unlike the usual resonating training.

One keeps striking cells, the other rapidly replaces cells.’

Pondering this, Zhang Feng had no other occupation, and began overclocking treatment.

A day or two of lifespan for early recovery, and achieving the most secure combat state.

Zhang Feng found it worthwhile.

...

In the following days.

Zhang Feng went nowhere, nor sought out that Chu Group’s Mr. Chu.

Simply focusing on healing and martial arts practice.

Until ten days later.

Morning.

After seeing his injuries completely healed, Zhang Feng finally left a hotel and called a young man,

"I’m at North Second Ring."

Due to his injuries, and not wanting to visit that owner for drinks.

In those days, Zhang Feng stayed mostly at the hotel.

Beep beep—

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The young man drove over in a sedan.

Then, they drove southwest.

Zhang Feng took out a medical book he had bought online the day before, casually flipping through it.

Seeing Zhang Feng reading, the young man prepared to turn off the soothing music.

"No need." Zhang Feng put the book aside, "The music’s nice, also, do you know anything about the Chu Group?"

"The person you’re asking about is the Second Young Master of the Chu Group, Master Chu, right?" The young man replied: "He’s the fourth ranking expert, already forty-two years old this year, skilled in Baji Fist and Tai Chi.

As for other members of the Chu Group, since they’re not part of our martial artist circle, I don’t really know."

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