150: Chapter 150 I still love your rebellious side, let's get back to normal.
Such a young Third-Grade Martial Artist.
How could those two Squad Leaders refuse? Did they think their heads were too hard? Or did they think they had too long to live?
Now that it had come to this, how could Chen Yichuan not understand?
Immediately.
He stood up, cupped his hands again, and said, "Uncle Bao, I will keep your words from today in my heart. If you need anything in the future, just give the order."
"However, for matters that are harmful to heaven and reason, please forgive me, but I cannot assist."
If Uncle Bao hadn't offered this guidance.
When it came to helping, Chen Yichuan would have had to consider it; after all, he was famous for taking benefits without doing the work.
But now, it had become a matter of being unable to assist in evil deeds.
Hearing this, Uncle Bao's furrowed brows instantly smoothed out, and he smiled faintly, "Haha, Young Master Chen, what kind of person do you take me, Uncle Bao, for?"
"There is no time to lose, Young Master Chen, you should set off immediately."
"The sooner we root out the mastermind, the sooner justice can be served for those children, sigh."
Speaking of this, Uncle Bao sighed softly.
Seeing this.
Chen Yichuan did not linger any longer; with a movement of his feet, he employed Treading Snow for a Thousand Miles and headed toward Qingshan Martial Arts Hall.
Qingshan Martial Arts Hall!!
Seeing this huge plaque again, Chen Yichuan's heart stirred slightly.
It was in this very place that he first met Instructor Huang Hu, was subsequently taken inside to learn boxing, and embarked on the path of a martial artist.
"Sigh."
"I've been back in Shuangjiang County for a few days, yet I couldn't find the time to visit. And now that I'm here… it's only incidental, sigh."
"Uncle Hu, I can only silently apologize to you in my heart." Chen Yichuan murmured softly, shaking his head slightly.
Afterward.
He carried the items he had just bought from the roadside and strode toward Qingshan Martial Arts Hall.
This time.
The gates of Qingshan Martial Arts Hall were open, and there were two burly men dressed in thin clothing, with bulging muscles all over their bodies.
The two of them standing there were the perfect door gods.
Tall and sturdy, silent and reticent, standing at the door, they carried an air of intimidation, quite fitting for a martial arts hall.
Just as he approached.
The two burly men stopped Chen Yichuan.
"Stop! What are you doing? Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter Qingshan Martial Arts Hall."
"Gentlemen, I am Chen Yichuan, the nephew of Instructor Huang Hu and a constable of the Six Fan Sect. Do I count as unauthorized personnel?" Chen Yichuan cast a sidelong glance and said indifferently.
Thud.
As his voice fell.
The two burly men, who had previously been dismissive, instantly changed their expressions.
Their sharp gazes vanished, replaced by a look of respect.
"Ah! So it is Lord Yichuan! We were blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai, please enter!"
"Hehe, I will take Lord Yichuan directly to Instructor Huang Hu's residence." The other burly man was more perceptive; he bowed and bent over, looking every bit like a humble servant leading the way.
Furthermore.
After these words fell, the first burly man's face darkened, seemingly very annoyed.
Heh.
Chen Yichuan smiled faintly, "Heh, good perception. Lead the way!!"
"However, I still like that unruly look you had just now. Please revert to it."
Oh?
The burly man was stunned for a moment, then immediately changed his expression.
He put on an icy expression and walked in front to lead the way for Chen Yichuan.
Goodness.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yichuan exclaimed internally, "Damn, with this kind of perception, this kid will definitely go far in the future."
Before long, the burly man led him to a decent courtyard, which contained three tall houses.
It couldn't be called grand, but it was definitely not a place where ordinary people could live.
"Lord Yichuan, we have arrived."
"This courtyard is where Instructor Huang Hu lives. The Instructor sustained some injuries and has been recuperating... You can just push the door and go in."
"Farewell!" The burly man cupped his hands in a bow and turned to leave.
"Wait, what is your name?"
Whoa.
The burly man was overjoyed and quickly bowed, saying, "This lowly one is Ma Sanhuang. My Lord can just call me Ma San."
"Ma San? Hmm, I've remembered it. You may go." After saying this, Chen Yichuan took a piece of broken silver from his pocket and tossed it to Ma Sanhuang.
Seeing this, Ma Sanhuang was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly in thanks.
Chen Yichuan paid him no mind and walked straight toward the courtyard, pushing open the middle door.
Before his foot had even stepped inside.
Hmm?
Chen Yichuan frowned slightly: "Such a strong smell of Chinese medicine. Uncle Hu's injuries, have they still not healed after all this time?"
Thinking of this, Chen Yichuan's mood became a bit gloomy.
Just after stepping inside, having not walked more than a few steps.
Chen Yichuan saw Instructor Huang Hu lying on a recliner, dozing.
At this moment, Instructor Huang Hu no longer had his former robustness; he was now a bit thinner, and his face bore a pallor, almost iron-blue.
It was obvious that Instructor Huang Hu's injuries were unusually severe.
"Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe!!"
"Only making you ride the wooden donkey is really letting you off too easy!" Chen Yichuan cursed subconsciously.
Hmm.
Just at this moment, Instructor Huang Hu, hearing the commotion, slowly woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes.
He saw Chen Yichuan standing before him with a look of worry on his face.
Upon seeing Chen Yichuan for the first time, Instructor Huang Hu's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled, "Yichuan, you're back."
"Yeah, I'm back." Chen Yichuan nodded.
Immediately after, he took out a large pile of healing pills, explaining them one by one, and placed them in front of Instructor Huang Hu.
"Uncle Hu, don't be in a rush to refuse. I am now a Third-Grade Martial Artist; these pills and supplements are a drop in the bucket for me. Just accept them."
Hearing this, the words Instructor Huang Hu wanted to say were instantly stifled in his heart.
He could only sigh and accept them willingly.
Naturally, the conversation between the two men was not overly affectionate. Instructor Huang Hu kept asking what had happened after he left and why he had advanced so quickly.
Seeing this, Chen Yichuan picked out some things to tell him one by one.
This chat lasted for nearly an hour. Chen Yichuan did not feel bored at all; instead, he remained concerned about Instructor Huang Hu's health.
"Yichuan, there's nothing wrong with my body. The doctor said three months of recuperation would be enough, and now with the pills you've brought, I'm afraid two months will suffice."
Instructor Huang Hu said with a smile, then he changed the subject, "Yichuan, chatting with me for this long is enough. If you have things to do next, go do them. After all, you are now a constable of the Six Fan Sect."
"Don't waste all your time on me. Uncle is fine."
Heh.
Hearing this, Chen Yichuan smiled and said, "Uncle Hu, I do indeed have something to do later, but the location is precisely here at Qingshan Martial Arts Hall."
Hmm?
Instructor Huang Hu was stunned for a moment and said, "What do you mean by that?"
Immediately after, Chen Yichuan informed Instructor Huang Hu about taking on the investigation mission regarding Human Mutilation.
Hearing about this.
Instructor Huang Hu was immediately overcome with rage. He slapped his chair heavily and shouted, "Hmph, Human Mutilation! The world is in chaos now, and yet someone actually dares to reach out their claws!"
"Yichuan, promise me, you must exterminate the people behind this!"
The last few words were almost roared out by Instructor Huang Hu.
Instructor Huang Hu was a man without parents. He had been abducted by child traffickers when he was young. Fortunately, he was helped by a passing hero, which allowed him to escape that hell and learn a move or two of martial arts.
If it weren't for that hero, and if he hadn't been sold, he would likely have had his hands and feet broken by those vicious people and been forced to beg along the streets.