My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 420 - 282: Stream of Consciousness

Chapter 420: Chapter 282: Stream of Consciousness

"Haha! Brother Cheng, if you can think that way, that’s really great!"

Wang Zhao Ping, with his concerns dispelled, decided to get to the point.

"To be honest, the higher-ups have decided to launch a special operation soon to crack down on gambling and purify the social atmosphere.

I was thinking of that casino we visited last time, but when someone went to check it out yesterday, they found it had already cleared out."

So I wanted to ask if Brother Cheng might have any leads to offer."

So they’re targeting Ah Le and his crowd...

There was naturally no need to hide anything, and Cheng Biao thought about it.

"These kinds of underground casinos usually move locations every so often to prevent drawing attention and getting on the police’s radar.

Oh, and not too long ago, Ah Le -- that casino owner -- reached out to invite me to play a few more times. But why would I get involved in illegal activities? I flat-out rejected him!

However... if Officer Wang needs it, then I’ll make another trip and scout ahead for Officer Wang."

"That would be wonderful!"

"But this... It doesn’t count as gathering for gambling, does it?"

"Of course not!"

Wang Zhao Ping smiled, stood up, walked over, and gave Cheng Biao’s hand a firm shake.

"Then I’ll leave this matter in Brother Cheng’s hands!"

"Oh, don’t mention it, it’s all about cooperation between the police and the community!"

"Right, cooperation! Haha!"

...

"Clackety-clack..."

On the speeding train.

Haitang inside the carriage snapped back to reality and stared at Meng Lang with a somewhat odd expression.

"So, according to you, who should we choose?"

"I think it’s not about who we pick, the important thing is how to avoid tragedy," Meng Lang spoke earnestly.

That’s just like saying nothing...

Haitang rolled her eyes internally.

"Yeah! I think the uncle makes sense." Xiao Yu didn’t quite understand but expressed support.

"Right? Xiao Yu is so perceptive. Here, have some chips!

By the way, Xiao Yu, since we’ve come all the way to Anxi, we should really take a good look around. Is there anywhere you’d like to go?"

Meng Lang happily started eating chips with Xiao Yu, taking the opportunity to drop the subject.

Continuing this conversation might lead to an accident...

"Hmm... the Terracotta Army, I guess. It’s one of the eight wonders of the world, and I’ve wanted to see it for a long time."

"Great, then we’ll find an opportunity to visit the Terracotta Army. I’ll just check the guidebook first..."

Haitang looked at the two of them, somewhat speechless.

Aren’t we here to back each other up? Why are we doing travel planning now?

She turned to look at Weiwei.

"Hmm..." Weiwei had her eyes closed, her brow furrowed as if straining over something.

Then she opened her eyes somewhat dejectedly the next moment, letting out a sigh.

"Ah!"

"How is it?" Haitang asked.

"It’s not working. I still can’t find that feeling."

"Not even a little effect?"

"You can’t say that. It’s just that the feeling... It’s like constipation. You know it’s there, but you just can’t squeeze it out..."

Uh...

That’s a colorful analogy.

Really, it all seems like a scam, right? How could there possibly be a secret manual that turns someone into an unparalleled master with just a little practice? That only happens in martial arts novels...

Even though Haitang wasn’t sure why Weiwei would naively believe in a so-called secret manual, she still offered consolation.

"Don’t rush it; maybe it’s just too noisy on the train."

"Hmm... Maybe. I’ll try again when we get to the hotel." Weiwei was still deep in thought.

Intuition told her there must be something to it.

It incorporated some practices from Internal Boxing about the circulation of "qi."

But it didn’t teach one to develop so-called "qi" or "inner strength"; instead, it guided people to regulate emotions, adjust breathing,

and stimulate the secretion of substances such as aldosterone and steroids in the body, entering a state of heightened awareness...

The terminology was quite odd, similar to when a physics teacher talks about quantum mechanics -- it’s like a scientifically flavored metaphysics, or maybe metaphysically flavored science.

Looking at the path for advancement.

Masters of Dark Energy begin to focus on training their spirit and will, and the techniques of these transformed masters... Indeed, seem like a more in-depth, specialized form of training.

It had a hint of the Unity of Heaven and Man...

She couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Meng Lang, noticing that he and Xiao Yu were whispering and busily engaged, browsing the phone with enthusiasm.

"What are they doing?"

"Heh... planning their trip."

Weiwei: "..."

Hey, this is a crucial team operation that concerns my life’s work.

Xiao Yu is okay, but Meng, you’re a well-paid martial arts consultant. At least show some seriousness...

"Ahem!" She coughed, drawing Meng Lang and Xiao Yu’s attention.

"This brain thing..."

"Brain overclock!"

"Right, brain overclock, but that’s such a terrible name! It’s so hard to say," Weiwei couldn’t resist complaining even while practicing.

"Look, establishing a school is a big deal, and consider the names you’ve chosen: they lack style and depth.

I think we should first rename it.

Otherwise, if I really master it, and later when sparring with someone, they ask which school I belong to, or what moves I use?

If I say I’m from the Overclocking school, practicing the signature move Brain Overclock, does that sound right?"

"Hmm..."

Your choice of name is scientific, true, but for founding a school, it does seem somewhat inappropriate.

In the martial arts world, it seems declaring one’s moves is like announcing menu items -- it has to carry some weight.