Yun Yanchen only had suspicions about the Thunderbolt Dojo, but had no solid evidence.
Moreover, her suspicions sounded unreliable.
After all, 'Jiang He' had met with the Thunderbolt Dojo before the incident and did not tell her …Logically speaking …Jiang He believed that he should not be hostile toward the Thunderbolt Dojo right now.
But logically speaking …Where was Jiang He?
Jiang He's ears perked up at the mention of the Thunderbolt Dojo.
Moreover, the Thunderbolt Dojo disciple had 'taught' him a lesson, leaving Jiang He even more annoyed.
Behind him.
The two Thunderbolt Dojo disciples were having a great time chatting with the three girls.
The sound of glasses clinking could be heard from time to time, along with waves of laughter.
Jiang He appeared to be enjoying his barbecue without turning around, but he was actually paying attention to their conversation.
Nonetheless, Jiang He learned two important pieces of information from their conversation.
1. The three girls were from Wu City Academy of the Arts, and one of them was from the dance faculty.
2. Two disciples from the Rumbling Thunder Martial School. Their cultivation is average. One of them is a Rank-2 martial artist named Ma Long. The other one has just passed the martial artist combat assessment two months ago and is considered a new martial artist named Li Qiang.
Around half an hour later.
The three girls rose and left with the excuse that the dormitory was closed, but they exchanged contact details with the two Thunderbolt Dojo disciples before they left.
Once the girls left …The two Thunderbolt Dojo disciples lost interest in eating and drinking, and called out, "Boss, bill!"
The boss ran to them cheerfully, and started tapping on his calculator.
"Mister martial artists, you've spent a total of six hundred and eighty-five dollars.
Li Qiang whipped out his wallet, counted out eight hundred-dollar bills and slapped them on the table, saying generously, "Keep the change. Take the rest as a tip."
The boss was in a great mood. "Take care, mister martial artists!"
Jiang He said, "Boss, I'll pay too."
The boss quickly did the math. "Mister, you've spent a total of one hundred and ninety dollars."
Jiang He scanned the QR code …Awkward!
There was no money on his phone at all.
The bank card he applied for two days ago had zero balance, and the martial artist allowance from the Martial Arts Department (MAD) was only transferred on the tenth.
"Boss, let's make a deal … Can you put me on credit first?"
A little embarrassed, Jiang He said, "I'll definitely pay you back when I get paid on the tenth."
The boss rolled up his sleeves. There was a touch of anger in his heart, but he still said with a smile, "Sir, this is a small business. It's hard to earn money. Seeing that you look like a talent, you don't look like someone who goes out to eat without money. The total is 193 yuan. Can I charge you 180 yuan?"
"Boss, I really didn't bring any money."
"Should I leave the clothes here?" Jiang He asked.
When the boss saw the words' Anning Mental Rehabilitation Center ', he was dumbfounded. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Forget it, forget it. I'll just treat it as doing a good deed … Damn it, what the hell is this Anning Mental Asylum doing? Why did they release a mental patient again?"
The second half of the sentence was [Soft Whisper] after he turned around.
Jiang He could not help being taken aback.
He actually heard a bit of bitterness in the boss's words.
Jiang He said nothing as he glanced at the direction where the two disciples of the Thunder Rush Martial Dojo had left. Instead, he quietly rose to his feet and followed them.
When they passed by a supermarket.
He even ran inside to steal a pair of stockings.
"Brother Long, do you think I really have a chance to become a disciple of the Dojo Master?"
"The Dojo Master is a grandmaster … wouldn't I be a personal disciple of a grandmaster if I succeed?"
"You're dreaming."
Ma Long scolded with a smile. "We're a dojo. Don't you know what a dojo is?
We charge disciples. Even if you become a disciple of the Dojo Master, you still have to pay. However, you'll be qualified to take in disciples in the future and get a commission. The more disciples you take in, the more you earn. "
Soon, the two disciples of the Thunder Rush Martial Dojo entered a street with few people.
There was no telling if the street lamps were broken or not, but only one or two were shining dimly.
"Bang!"
Suddenly.
A loud cry echoed.
Jiang He, who was wearing stockings, leapt out of the darkness with a brick in his hand, blocking the duo's path.
He tossed the brick from his left hand to his right, and then from his right hand to his left, repeatedly saying, "I'm the one who paved this road and planted this tree. Pay up if you want to pass!"
"Who goes there?"
Li Qiang barked, drawing his sword and barking coldly, "Damn it, is there something wrong with your brain? It's the year 2024 and you're still using such old-fashioned lines?
And you're even wearing stockings … do you think you're filming a TV show? "
His sword was blocked by Ma Long when he was halfway through the draw.
Compared to Li Qiang, the new martial artist, Ma Long was much calmer. He took a step back and circulated his True Qi and inner strength, coldly saying, "Who are you?
Why are you blocking our path? Don't you know that we're disciples of the Thunder Rush Martial Dojo? "
Jiang He sneered and strode towards the duo. "I'm the one blocking your path!"
"Oh, what the hell!"
Unable to hold back, Li Qiang drew his sword and said, "Let me, Brother Long. This dog is too pretentious!"
Raising his sword, he strode towards Jiang He, the longsword in his hand drawing a shadow under the dim light.
Jiang He swung the brick in his hand.
He moved later but arrived first, slamming the brick into Li Qiang's head.
Li Qiang was directly sent flying three meters away and slammed into the wall. He let out a muffled groan and then fainted.
"It's you!"
Ma Long's eyes tightened.
Jiang He paused in his steps and exclaimed in surprise, "You recognized me?
No way, I'm wearing stockings! "
Ma Long was dumbstruck.
Aren't those stockings the color of flesh?
Moreover …
You're dressed like that, with blue and white striped pants and a bare upper body. Are you that easy to recognize?
He complained inwardly.
Ma Long slowly drew his blade and licked his lips, coldly saying, "Although I don't know if there's some misunderstanding between you and the Thunder Rush Martial Dojo … you certainly have some skill to be able to defeat Li Qiang with a single brick."
"But I can see no True Qi flowing in your body. You must be a pure physique cultivator … and you're just a physique cultivator, how dare you attack me?"
Whoosh!
Ma Long strode forward and abruptly swung his combat blade down.
Under the stimulation of the True Qi, the blade of the saber even flashed with a bit of saber light.
There was a look of envy in Jiang He's eyes.
Grabbing the back of the blade, he sighed in awe. "How enviable … being able to cultivate True Qi and use some fancy blade technique that seems to have special effects …"
Ma Long's face dropped.
He promptly pulled his blade back, but it did not budge at all, as if the hand holding the blade had infinite strength.
He looked up.
He was looking at Jiang He, who was wearing blue and white striped pants and a pair of flesh-colored stockings over his head like a lunatic.
Still, he heard Jiang He sigh. "I, on the other hand, can't learn martial arts. I'll never be able to slash out a forty-meter-long air blade or create a scenery that stretches thirty thousand miles … Damn it!"
"It's all your fault, you bastard!"
"You've ruined my mood for no reason …"
With a tug, Jiang He dragged Ma Long, the disciple of the Thunderbolt Dojo, to him along with his blade. Then, he smacked him in the face with a brick, pinned him to the ground and gave him a violent beating!
"Ah!"
Ma Long screamed, "Big Brother, stop hitting me … It hurts, it hurts, it hurts … I'm dying, I'm dying…"
Jiang He pretended not to hear him and kept pinning him to the ground.
As they fought …
"Eh?"
"Why is there no sound?"
"He fainted just like that?"
(End of Chapter)