Wu Yong first looked at Duan Jingzhu's injured leg and said, "Your opponent is ruthless; it's really broken."
Duan Jingzhu suddenly grabbed Wu Yong's hand and said seriously, "Strategist, the person I'm fighting is Wang Yin!"
Wu Yong gasped, "Are you telling the truth?"
I hurriedly asked, "Who? Another one of the Eight Heavenly Kings?"
Wu Yong said, "The number one of the Eight Heavenly Kings is nicknamed Minister Wang Yin. He is both wise and brave, and he has caused the deaths of many of our brothers." Wu Yong turned to Duan Jingzhu and asked, "What happened? Tell me in detail."
It turned out that after the heroes dispersed in the morning, Duan Jingzhu, unwilling to miss the competition, decided to sneak back to the main hall alone. Since he was indeed a contestant, he easily got onto the stage. His opponent kept his helmet pulled low and deliberately feigned weakness at the start of the match. Just as the first round was about to end, the opponent suddenly launched a fierce attack. Duan Jingzhu, whose leg was already injured, was caught off guard and mercilessly kicked and broke it—with just one kick.
However, at the last moment, Duan Jingzhu also punched off the other party's helmet, recognizing him as Minister Wang Yin.
Wu Yong asked, "Does he recognize you?"
Duan Jingzhu shouted, "Is that even a question? I've never seen anyone fight so ruthlessly. I reckon if the referee hadn't ended the match with my broken leg, I wouldn't have survived."
I said, "You deserve it!"
Wu Yong said, "Then that's it. It seems that Minister Wang knew we were also participating in the martial arts tournament and was waiting for us here early on. Taking your life on stage would indeed save a lot of trouble. But he's quite patient, waiting until now to make his move."
Duan Jingzhu said, "Yes, the brothers are usually together. Wouldn't he be exposed as soon as he makes a move?"
I said, "I'll check. I have information on all the contestants."
Wu Yong waved his hand: "It's no use. We've succeeded in our attack and are now making a clean getaway. The information must all be fake."
I had someone check the registration information for this Wang Shuangcheng, and when I asked at the address listed, there was no such place at all. Moreover, after this semi-final, he probably won't appear in the final, which benefited the champion: he made it to the top four, got a bye for two matches, and directly won the title of "Sanda King"—no wonder many people were dissatisfied later, they preferred to admit that the Yucai team leader who knocked out Duan Tianlang with one punch was the real Sanda King, namely: Xiao Qiang.
Wu Yong took off his glasses and wiped them with the corner of his clothes, muttering, "Two of the Eight Heavenly Kings have already appeared. The situation is not good."
I casually remarked, "Does this mean they're going to treat us like the Japanese and defeat us one by one?"
Wu Yong's expression suddenly turned cold: "Damn it, I didn't expect this move. Xiao Qiang, quickly contact all the brothers you can reach and get back to school immediately. We'll also go back to your place right away to pick up Zhang Shun and the others."
I hurriedly got Duan Jingzhu into the car while making a phone call, with the help of Tong Yuan and the others. Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly looked at Tong Yuan and said, "Aren't you studying bodyguarding? How much do you charge?"
Wu Yong coughed. I immediately thought to myself: it would be really inappropriate to assign two female bodyguards to each hero, and besides, they would lose face.
But they don't need me, yet I do. Even if they can't help, having two pretty girls around to keep me alert is good, especially when I'm with Baozi. But I immediately dismissed that idea—bringing two girls to see Baozi would mean I'd be dead even without anyone else killing me. Besides, as long as I'm with Baozi, we're invincible together.
With that in mind, I first picked up a brick by the playground and put it in my bag before saying goodbye to Tong Yuan and the others and heading straight to the villa.
In short, we picked up Zhang Shun and the others, along with Wu Yong and Duan Jingzhu, and returned to Yucai School to gather in the lecture hall. As the night wore on, the heroes gradually returned, and Lu Junyi and Wu Yong's expressions finally improved. In the end, everyone was present except for Shi Qian. Upon hearing about Duan Jingzhu, the heroes became restless again. When Wu Yong said that they must travel in groups from now on, the crowd erupted in uproar, each one acting as if insulted and furious, causing chaos in the lecture hall. Just then, my phone rang again. To be honest, I'm a little afraid of it now; when it rings, it's never good news.
This time was an exception, though. Baozi asked me when I was coming home for dinner. Hearing Baozi's voice, I suddenly felt a sense of warmth and peace. These past ten-odd hours have been filled with drama involving the Eight Heavenly Kings and Wu Song. This is the 21st century! Your past grudges have given me, Xiaoqiang, a mouthful of stomach ulcers. Don't go this far! If you anger me, I'll report you to the National Security Bureau's "Dragon Group," and they'll all be arrested and sent to the Academy of Sciences for research—
Baozi said a few words to me, and then casually said, "We haven't been back for so long, our house has really been robbed."
"Huh?" I suddenly felt the hairs on my body stand on end, and an ominous premonition loomed over me.
Baozi still didn't seem to care, saying, "Nothing valuable was stolen. It's probably just some kids climbing in and messing around."
I hung up the phone and suddenly jumped up, pointed at the ceiling, and cursed: "Liu Laoliu, I'll fuck your ancestors!"
The heroes were all stunned for a moment, and after a long while, someone whispered, "Xiao Qiang is angry..."
I pointed at them and shouted, "You all listen to Military Advisor Wu, and stop causing me trouble!"
The bandits fell silent. Wu Yong, Lin Chong, and the others rushed over to ask me what was wrong. I caught my breath and said, "My house was robbed." Lin Chong said, "Get a few brothers to go back with you. How can we feel at ease if something happens to you?"
I sighed and said, "No need. We have Jing Ke and Xiang Yu at home. If the enemy doesn't have at least ten thousand men, they won't be able to surround us and kill us."
This time, the heroes all gathered around to comfort me, and I expressed my understanding of them: two brothers were injured in one day, and I didn't even touch a hair on the enemy's head. Who wouldn't feel humiliated?
After saying goodbye, I drove home quickly, most comforted by the fact that Baozi was alright. Along the way, I sorted through the clues. Regardless of how many of the Eight Heavenly Kings came, it at least proved they were indeed the ones opposing Liangshan. Logically, the only way they could have gotten here was by becoming my "clients," but why didn't I know anything about it? And what about Wu Song? If he only fought Duan Tianlang because he was watching TV, then he must have seen the Liangshan members too. Why didn't he go and acknowledge them?
I've considered the concept of reincarnation, but once you're reincarnated, you should have completely forgotten your past life. Like Yu Ji, Xiang Yu probably wished she'd remember something, but what happened? Besides, if everyone held onto their past lives, wouldn't the world be in chaos? Imagine two newborn babies meeting and immediately fighting, one grabbing the other by the neck yelling: "Huang Shiren, what have you done to my daughter Xi'er?" Then the nurse comes over: "Daddy, stop fighting, I'm here..."
Chapter Thirty-Seven Deadly Situation
I rushed into the house, where Baozi was peeling potatoes. I quickly scanned the rooms; Qin Shi Huang, Jing Ke, and Zhao Bailian were all there, and Baozi had already tidied up the house. I rushed to the kitchen and asked Baozi, "What's missing?"
Baozi said calmly, "Nothing's missing. The TV and refrigerator are still here, aren't they?"
I glanced at the cutting board and asked as if I'd been burned, "Ke Zi's knife is missing?"
Baozi casually flipped through the items and said, "Oh, I just found it. Looks like it's lost."
"what else?"
Baozi said, "When I came back, the closet was a mess, and several old clothes were gone."
"Old clothes?" I immediately ran to the bedroom and opened the closet, only to find that the clothes Qin Shi Huang and his entourage had changed out of, as well as Xiang Yu's golden armor, were nowhere to be found. I muttered dejectedly, "This is it!"
Baozi was still outside saying, "It's probably a kid who came in and caused trouble. Luckily, I hid all the cash in my old shoes."
I opened the drawer and breathed a slight sigh of relief: the pearl that Li Shishi gave Baozi was still there, along with a bunch of trinkets. The thief must have been fooled.
The items that have been stolen include: Jing Ke's sword, the Overlord Armor, the clothes that Qin Shi Huang Liu Bang and Li Shishi changed out of, and a few knife coins. This thief's archaeological eye is no less than that of Gu Ye!
While playing the game, Fatty Ying asked, "What did you lose?"
I whispered, "Your clothes from when you came are all gone."
The fat man said nonchalantly, "So what if they're lost? What's the big deal?" In his opinion, the fact that the TV and game console were still there was more important than anything else.
Baozi chimed in, "Exactly—"