There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 47 - 41: [Reflection on Mortal Studies]

"Here."

Xiaoxu instinctively took out a newspaper from his pocket, inside was the self-made gun.

"This should do it." Zhang Feng casually remarked, "Anyone looking for trouble just needs a round."

"I’m lost?" Xiaoxu was completely bewildered.

"Can I... Can I go back to the walled city..." The big guy’s heart was racing, regretting coming out.

"Boss..." Xiaoxu then said, "How about we go back? The black taxi at the city edge is still there, and the boat on the other side of the river is still there. We can sneak back immediately.

I can quit."

Between life and pleasure, Xiaoxu felt the addiction both mentally and physically had weakened slightly.

"If my cravings hit." Xiaoxu even gestured around his neck, "You can knock me out again. Maybe after a few times, once I get past the craving, I can quit."

"I’m afraid I might knock you senseless, besides, quitting isn’t that simple?" Zhang Feng knew that knocking him out wouldn’t effectively solve the issue.

While unconscious, the alteration of the nervous system by the drug doesn’t stop.

As a result, once he wakes up, withdrawal symptoms still occur.

However, Zhang Feng’s control over his strength was near perfect, generally avoiding major harm.

So whenever he couldn’t stand it anymore and went a bit mad.

Zhang Feng would knock him out.

Including throughout the journey here.

Zhang Feng had chatted with them, understanding that Xiaoxu was indeed deceived.

And knowing Xiaoxu wants to quit but truly can’t.

So seeing his desire to quit, coupled with his plans to leverage connections to help Zhang Feng find flying knives later.

Zhang Feng genuinely didn’t intend to take them to the drug dealers.

Instead, when his cravings hit, Zhang Feng would not only knock him out but also help him brew some herbal decoctions to suppress physiological anxiety.

The rest was up to him.

And amid their anxiety-ridden journey.

The journey was subsequently safe.

Zhang Feng arrived effortlessly at the former nightclub location, finding it transformed into a collection of small shops and food stalls.

However, amidst the roadside shops.

Zhang Feng spotted a familiar face.

At the same time.

Ten meters away, a man was coming out of a small shop from behind, holding a broom, sweeping the trash at the entrance.

He was slightly tall, medium build, short to long hair, wearing glasses, appearing somewhat refined.

Upon seeing him, Zhang Feng instinctively placed his hand on the self-made gun in his pocket.

’King Snake?’

This person’s appearance was ninety percent similar to King Snake from afar!

Especially his build and face shape, identical!

He was the same age as King Snake, rather than being over ten years younger.

If he were younger by over ten years, he could be the young ’King Snake.’

’The age doesn’t match.’

Zhang Feng observed him for a few more seconds, noticing his demeanor and presence vastly differed from King Snake’s.

’Could it simply be a resemblance?’

Zhang Feng found it intriguing and felt a bit curious, hence he stepped forward towards the small shop.

Xiaoxu and the big guy, lacking any backbone, silently followed suit.

Moreover, approaching closer to the store.

Zhang Feng gazed at King Snake from two meters away and directly said, "King Snake, how have you been lately?"

King Snake didn’t respond, still sweeping the trash. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Boss Zhang, what did you say?" Xiaoxu next to him thought Boss Zhang was calling him.

’Could it really not be him?’ Zhang Feng ignored Xiaoxu and approached King Snake to examine him closely.

Upon close inspection, Zhang Feng realized his resemblance was genuine.

However, this King Snake’s eyes lacked sharpness and craftiness, instead filled with peace.

"Hello." King Snake, seeing a stranger scrutinizing him, curiously asked, "Are you here to buy something? What do you need?"

While speaking, he placed the broom down and walked back into the store.

Zhang Feng looked at him, then heard the ’chop chop’ of bone cutting and glanced towards the butcher shop ahead.

The butcher shop had three owners, all young folks in their twenties.

Witnessing this, Zhang Feng became more astonished internally.

’The Chen family brothers?’

Zhang Feng recognized them as his former ’trainee runners.’

But now they seemed to have opened a butcher shop, not opting for illegal sidetracking.

And according to his memory, during the court ruling, the three of them were also sentenced to ten years in prison.

Zhang Feng reminisced while looking at them.

"Fresh pork thigh!" The eldest Chen sibling shouted energetically when he noticed Zhang Feng’s gaze.

Zhang Feng glanced at them, realizing their behavior and aura differed significantly from how he remembered the Chen family brothers.

The three brothers he knew were somewhat reserved, timid, and a bit frail.

Yet these three owners had strong arms, full of vigor, and their yelling also reflected boldness.

"Go buy some meat." Zhang Feng instructed Xiaoxu, "Twenty pounds."

"Twenty pounds?" Xiaoxu was puzzled, but felt grateful for Boss Zhang helping him quit drugs, so he obediently complied, "Sure, I’ll go buy it."

After he left.

Zhang Feng looked at King Snake inside the shop, "Boss, would you mind joining us for lunch? You resemble a... friend of mine."

"Lunch?" King Snake curiously but politely declined, "Sorry, I’m quite tied up at the shop."

In this area, it’s better not to accept meals from strangers.

Even if this ’chubby stranger’ looked amiable.

’Why would he suddenly invite me for lunch?’

King Snake didn’t agree to avoid any potential deceit.

Zhang Feng said nothing but approached the butcher shop’s front to look at Xiaoxu buying meat.

"Boss Zhang." Xiaoxu pointed at the meat in front, "I picked pork feet, pork liver, and..."

"All good." Zhang Feng turned to the Chen family siblings, "If I added some money, would you cook this?"

"Sure!" The usually timidest Chen San laughed, "It’s fine even without extra money, we have a soup pot, just about to stew meat."

"It’s a small task." The typically straightforward Chen family eldest chimed in, "As long as you don’t mind the mixture of flavors in one pot. Once the stew is ready, take your meat."

"I meant to dine together." Zhang Feng chuckled, pointing to the small shop beside, "But can you invite that owner to join us?"

"Dine together?" Chen San put down the bone-cutting knife, "Boss, you’re serious?"

He patted his rounded belly and pointed to his two brothers, "We three brothers eat a lot."

...

"Boss Zhang, thanks for the treat."

"Come again when you can."

In the afternoon, after the meal.

King Snake and the Chen family brothers stood at the butcher shop entrance, watching Zhang Feng and the others walk away.

Once Zhang Feng and the others were out of sight.

King Snake was the first to shake his head, "That boss was quite amusing, claiming to know me? Says I resemble a friend named King Snake? But what’s King Snake?"

"I know!" The Chen family eldest replied while tidying up the tableware, "I saw it in the mountains! Spectacled Cobra!"

"Haha..."

...

’Perhaps the world branches out, similar people, yet different stories.’

A week later.

On the boat returning to Xiangjiang.

Zhang Feng stood at the bow, gazing at the sea, feeling the encounter with ’old acquaintances’ was quite peculiar.

It evoked an indescribable spiritual epiphany.

Even previously unfathomable martial arts techniques unraveled alongside this realization.

At this moment.

Zhang Feng reminisced, reflecting,

’Whenever I practice martial arts, I tend to fixate, believing effort leads to achievement.

If I can’t learn it, it must mean I haven’t worked hard enough.

But this meeting showed me similar people, different stories, living differently might lead to better story endings.

Because I’ve already seen their terrible endings.

Like my past exertion techniques, they too have reached their limits.

Then why can’t I change my method of exerting force to solve it? Achieve something higher?

Life stories can start over, so why can’t practice?’

Zhang Feng looked at his hands, then the next second, slightly sidestepped, and punched using Tai Chi’s hammer force, unleashing Baji’s shaking power!

Whoosh!

As the fist was thrown, it seemed to sway slightly, yet was rooted mid-air, the punch strength enhanced.

Meanwhile, text prompt appeared.

[Intermediate Combat has Broken Through]

[You have achieved Perfection in modern combat techniques]

[You have reached Grandmaster Level Combat]

’Indeed, life’s journey is practice, and practice is a path that can lead to transformative life stories.

Techniques and life stories alike can adapt and evolve.’

In contemplation, Zhang Feng removed his shoes, left the boat’s edge, and stepped into the water, immersed to knee depth, his leg points resonated in overclocking like a fish’s fin wavering.

Recalling the Stable Strength from the island world.

In the following moment.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone on the boat, Zhang Feng stood in the midst of the sea.