Chapter 70: Digging a Pit?

Long and Huang Mao were extremely anxious because that little security guard, Lin Jian, was an incredibly skilled fighter.

Huang Mao, in particular, had personally witnessed Lin Jian’s glorious feat of taking on dozens of men at once.

And now? The legendary Underworld boss, Master Chen, had actually come in person. However, Master Chen had only brought three people with him. Although one of them was covered in rippling muscles, he probably still couldn’t defeat Lin Jian, could he?

Therefore, Huang Mao repeatedly reminded Long to quickly warn Master San; otherwise, they were bound to suffer a loss later. But Long didn’t say anything to Master San. Whatever they could think of, Master San had definitely already anticipated. Their IQs were simply not on the same level. If Master San dared to come meet this lowly security guard in person, it meant he had absolute confidence.

"Feng Bin, you can’t force things in life." At the Eight Immortals table, Master Chen, Chen Zhiyuan, looked at the middle-aged man in the long gown as he spoke.

The man in the gown shook his head. "This is my lifelong pursuit, so I must pass this trial."

"Can you pass it?" Chen Zhiyuan asked with concern.

The other muscular man with the spiked hair also looked at him worriedly.

"Who knows?" the man in the gown said, shaking his head. "Countless people have stopped at this threshold, and many have died here. This is a matter of life and death!"

Chen Zhiyuan’s expression grew solemn. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

The man in the gown thought for a moment. "Just do your best to collect more Spirit Jade for me."

"Alright." Chen Zhiyuan nodded.

The man in the long gown was Xu Fengbin. He was Chen Zhiyuan’s sworn brother, having braved the Underworld of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai together back in the day. Xu Fengbin was also his trump card—the former number one martial arts master renowned throughout the Underworld of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai. At the same time, Xu Fengbin was a legendary Huaxia Internal Martial Artist, a true master of Qi Cultivation.

This wasn’t one of those fake masters seen on TV; he was an Internal Martial Artist truly capable of utilizing Luck, even using Qi to strike and injure people. They weren’t called Qi Cultivation masters; they were collectively known as Internal Martial Artists.

Xu Fengbin had already reached the pinnacle of Inner Boxing. Rumor had it that he was only one step away from breaking through his current realm and achieving a far more powerful and mystical state. However, reaching that realm was exceedingly rare in all of Huaxia. Chen Zhiyuan had only ever heard of two or three people achieving it.

Lately, Xu Fengbin had been attempting to break through to that realm. Success would bring endless benefits, but failure meant losing all his Inner Strength at best, and death at worst. Therefore, in Inner Boxing, this was known as challenging the threshold of life and death.

Naturally, not just anyone could challenge this threshold. After all, experts at Xu Fengbin’s level were exceedingly scarce.

The other man with the spiked hair was named Qi. He was Xu Fengbin’s disciple. Unfortunately, this disciple couldn’t practice Inner Boxing and could only train in External Boxing. Even so, his External Boxing had already reached the pinnacle of perfection.

These two men were the source of Chen Zhiyuan’s confidence.

Xu Fengbin went without saying. In the Jiangnan region, there were barely a few who could fight him to a draw. To actually defeat him, one would have to reach that legendary realm—and it seemed no one in Jiangnan had reached it yet! Thus, Chen Zhiyuan didn’t care in the slightest about some capable security guard.

He had come in person today because he wanted to recruit the guard into his ranks. Since Qi had to handle affairs for Xu Fengbin, Chen Zhiyuan truly lacked a capable right-hand man at the moment.

While the three were chatting, a white G-Class slowly drove up to the gate.

As soon as the white SUV stopped, everyone in the courtyard looked over curiously. Although luxury cars were everywhere nowadays, driving one to this specific location at this time was a bit unusual.

Sure enough, just as everyone was feeling bewildered, the driver hopped out, followed by a petite and beautiful young woman from the passenger seat.

"Master San, the security guard... it’s Lin Jian!" Long quickly pointed out.

"Oh?" Hearing Long’s words, Chen Zhiyuan looked in surprise at Lin Jian, who was walking toward them.

Xu Fengbin also glanced over, but then shook his head. He could tell at a glance that Lin Jian was not an Internal Martial Artist, as those who practiced Inner Boxing possessed many distinct traits. One of these traits was that their abdomen always bulged forward, making it difficult to see their abdominal muscles. This was the result of frequently sinking Qi into the Dantian. A slightly bulging lower abdomen indicated that the Dantian was overflowing with Qi, nourishing the internal organs.

The young man walking toward them was clearly a practitioner of External Boxing, covered in nothing but rippling muscles! Therefore, one could distinguish between the two types of boxing based on this point alone.

"Qi, go play with him for a bit," Xu Fengbin said with little interest. He had long expected this situation. After all, how many young people these days could refine Inner True Qi?

It could be said that they were exceedingly rare.

By this time, Lin Jian had walked into the courtyard. He shot a glance at Long and Huang Mao before looking at the three men sitting at the Eight Immortals table. When he saw Xu Fengbin, he was deeply startled!

Three inches below this man’s navel, there was actually a mass of Qi! It was as large as a basketball, incredibly thick and dense!

Before this, the people with the most True Qi he had seen were the famous Shandong master, Elder Ren Chunyu, and the former president of the Agricultural Bank. But Elder Ren only had a single breath of it, and the old bank president probably only had about two breaths’ worth. Therefore, this guy with a basketball-sized mass of Qi was absolutely a monstrously powerful master!

Lin Jian’s expression turned serious. They said there was always someone better, a higher mountain beyond the mountain, and today he had truly witnessed it.

"Haha, you’re quite an energetic young man. I’m Chen Zhiyuan, Long’s boss!" Master Chen stood up and took the initiative to extend his hand.

As the saying goes, one does not strike a smiling face. Lin Jian could only reach out and shake his hand. He nodded and said, "Since you’re his boss, let’s lay our cards on the table. This Long took a hit job from Su Zhiwei, the Vice Chairman of Dingsheng. Su Zhiwei offered fifty thousand for one of my legs. Once I found out, I took the initiative to seek Long out.

"At the time, Long thought I was quite handsome and offered to give me a hundred thousand yuan. I didn’t think much of it and just accepted."

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!" Xu Fengbin, who was drinking tea, nearly choked.

Chen Zhiyuan was utterly bewildered. He gave you a hundred thousand just because you’re handsome? What kind of nonsense was this!

Long was even more dumbfounded. Did this bastard not even need a script to spout such lies?

As for Jiang Xue, she was secretly amused. Lin Jian had probably beaten Long up back then, right? He must have robbed him of that hundred thousand yuan. Yet, from his mouth, it turned into receiving the money voluntarily because of his handsome looks. This guy really knew how to brag.

At this time, Lin Jian continued, "However, Long didn’t play by the rules. He actually kidnapped my mother! So, in my anger, I beat up some Young Master Chen. He should be your son, right?

"Naturally, I didn’t see Long that day, so I didn’t settle the score with him. I told him we’d settle it in three days."

"Hmm, and how do you intend to settle it?" Chen Zhiyuan asked with great interest.

Lin Jian waved his hand. "There’s no rush to settle the score. This... Boss Chen, you’re the one who had Long call me over, right? So, you first tell me how you want to ’end’ this matter!"

"Haha!" Hearing Lin Jian’s gangster-like jargon, Chen Zhiyuan burst into laughter. He pointed at his driver and said, "Wang, bring the money out of the trunk!"

"Yes, Boss." The driver immediately pulled a suitcase out of the Maybach, placed it on the table, and opened it.

"This is one million!" Chen Zhiyuan said. "Today, as long as you can defeat the two men I brought, this million is yours. Then, all the grudges between us will be wiped clean. That includes the matter of you beating up my son and you extorting a hundred thousand yuan from Long and the others. How about it?"

"COUGH, COUGH." Lin Jian cleared his throat. "Then why don’t you go on and tell me what happens if I can’t defeat the men you brought? Finish your sentence; don’t just leave it hanging!"

Lin Jian knew that Boss Chen was digging a hole for him to jump into. If he didn’t have Thought, he definitely would have jumped right into that hole. But now? He had to assess the situation before deciding whether to jump!