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Chapter 90: 【083】Even a clay figure has three points of temper

Chapter 90: 【083】Even a clay figure has three points of temper

The rain was pouring heavily.

Even though it was daytime, the sky was as dark as eight or nine in the evening.

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and the torrential rain was so intense that if you stepped outside with an umbrella, it would be snapped by the wind in an instant.

Wang Longhu stood in the martial arts training room, silently holding the Santishi stance.

If you got closer, you could see his whole body trembling slightly, with a faint rumbling sound emanating from within him. Although the sound was barely audible, it was enough to be astonishing.

Is this really something a human can achieve?

Wang Longhu wore a contented expression. It must be said, the process of cultivating the Dark Force within the internal organs was incredibly comforting, akin to receiving a spa treatment from a gentle and flexible masseuse.

On a typhoon rain day like this, staying home to practice the Dark Force was undoubtedly a cost-effective activity.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Suddenly, the cellphone on the shelf rang with a WeChat voice message alert.

Wang Longhu was puzzled. Who would be calling him on WeChat in broad daylight? Picking up the phone, he saw it was Ye Yuanpei’s WeChat avatar.

"Is he asking me out for drinks again? Always freeloading makes me feel guilty." Wang Longhu muttered, but he still answered the call.

To his surprise, the voice on the other end wasn’t Ye Yuanpei’s, but a strange man he had never heard before.

"Wang Longhu, you did excellently, very excellently. It’s truly rare for someone like you to appear in such a rural place."

"Who are you?" Wang Longhu asked seriously.

"Who I am is not important. What’s important is that you need to know that your two friends are with me now. If you wish to see them again, bring me the item you acquired from the Buddha statue to Wen City Airport. I’ll be waiting for you there."

The phone call ended abruptly, cut off by the mysterious person on the other end.

Immediately, Wang Longhu’s hair stood up on end, his anger surging as he punched the sandbag hanging in the training room.

Bang!

The sandbag was instantly blasted away, swinging 180 degrees to crash into the ceiling, and then heavily swung back. The leather surface split open with a large tear, spilling a stream of sand that accumulated into a small mound on the floor.

"This isn’t over, is it? Fine!" Wang Longhu took a deep breath to calm himself, then swiftly started preparing.

Hong Wentai’s assembled iron spear was packed in a backpack he slung on his back. Wang Longhu grabbed his motorcycle keys and, braving the rain, rode down the mountain at once.

...

Cross-sea Levee Checkpoint.

As an institution established at the entry and exit points of the cross-sea levee, the checkpoint’s task is to inspect every vehicle entering and leaving Dong County during crucial times.

But usually, the officers in the office would be inside playing cards and drinking tea, as there was rarely anything requiring their attention.

And now with Typhoon Coral making landfall, plastic roadblocks were placed on the levee, prohibiting any vehicle from leaving the island. The officers were indoors chatting and bantering.

No one thought that in such awful weather, someone would risk their life to break through the checkpoint, eager to leave Dong County.

"This typhoon caused so much damage! A few old houses collapsed in neighboring Yuhuan County, and an elderly person was buried alive." Chen Qiang sighed, sitting by the window with a cigarette and his phone.

Every year, typhoons cause significant destruction along coastal areas, leading to severe economic losses, making typhoon resistance a life experience for every coastal resident.

’A typhoon that doesn’t warrant a day off isn’t a good typhoon.’

Bang!

Just as Chen Qiang was about to take another puff, a loud crash echoed from outside, prompting him to look up.

In the pouring rain, a black Mercedes-Maybach braved the downpour, smashing through the plastic roadblocks on the road with a speed of over 120 kilometers per hour, arrogantly speeding away.

Chen Qiang was stunned, walking outside in disbelief to snap a photo of the car’s rear with his phone: "Wow, that’s insane! Someone driving like that must have a death wish. Are they in a hurry to reincarnate?"

...

Haiyue City, at Ye Yuanpei and Lin Haitao’s residence.

Wang Longhu kicked open the slightly ajar security door, and what met his eyes was the chaotic aftermath of a fight.

Pots, pans, and fruit chairs were scattered all over the floor. Two pet cats cowered in the corner, trembling. Upon seeing Wang Longhu, they scurried over and frantically rubbed against his leg for comfort.

"Who’s this martial artist capable of taking two grown men at once? Damn it," Wang Longhu cursed irritably.

In the current typhoon weather, the cross-sea levee was closed, prohibiting any vehicles from passing through. This was good news, meaning that even if Ye Yuanpei and Lin Haitao were kidnapped, they were likely still in Dong County and hadn’t left yet.

As for the possibility of their captors using a plane or boat to leave the island, Wang Longhu dismissed it entirely.

Come on, what kind of weather is this now?

It’s during a typhoon landfall! Flying a plane or sailing now would be as good as a death wish.

Wang Longhu took out his phone intending to contact Hong Wentai via WeChat, to ask him to find Qin Tong for help investigating clues about Ye Yuanpei and Lin Haitao’s abduction.

If the police pulled up road surveillance footage, they could search more quickly than Wang Longhu could on his own.

However, after messaging Hong Wentai, before getting a reply, Wang Longhu idly refreshed his WeChat Moments and immediately noticed a new post that caught his attention.

’Chen Qiang: Damn, fellas, someone’s crazy enough to storm through the checkpoint during this typhoon, driving straight off the sealed cross-sea levee. That’s the spirit of a Mercedes-Maybach driver. I don’t get the mindset of the wealthy [photo]’

Wang Longhu clicked on the picture, taken amidst the heavy rain, showing a Mercedes-Maybach with only two red taillights visible, the license plate blurred.

Leaving the island in this weather brought to Wang Longhu’s mind the words spoken by the person who used Ye Yuanpei’s WeChat to call him.

"It’s him!" Wang Longhu quickly realized that the car’s owner was definitely the person who called him.

If the individual was allowed to leave the island today, rescuing Ye Yuanpei and Lin Haitao would become exceedingly difficult.

Furthermore, the Marrow Cleansing Scripture the kidnapper demanded, Wang Longhu didn’t have it with him right now.

Because the monk, when attacked that night, had hidden the Marrow Cleansing Scripture and the virgin exercise, and though Wang Longhu had searched the entire house, he hadn’t found them.

And now, with the monk in a coma, everything had to wait until he awakened for answers.

"If you want to leave the island, get past my spear first." Wang Longhu quickly left, assembling Hong Wentai’s iron spear into a complete 3.6-meter-long weapon slung on his back.

The motorcycle roared, vanishing down the street instantly, speeding toward the direction of the island’s exit.