Chapter 59: Killing Doesn't Always Require Martial Arts

Tu Feiying was also a ruthless man. He climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and roared fiercely:
"Brothers, retreat—!"
With that, he turned around and charged straight into the reed marsh.
"Ghost-Foot Qi, you damn bastard, you better wait for me! If I don't avenge this, I, Tu Feiying, am no longer a man!"
Running was running, but harsh threats were still a must.
Seeing their boss flee, the remaining dozen or so men of the Flying Eagle Transport Agency scattered and fled in all directions.
A burly man holding an iron club happened to break through right where Chen Jie was standing.
Although this man was not as strong as Liu Qi, he was far stronger than Chen Jie, being a martial artist who had already entered the meridian-cleansing stage.
He brought his iron club down, smashing it straight at Chen Jie's head.
Clang!
Having experienced actual combat after all, Chen Jie did not panic.
Gripping his wolf-tooth club with both hands, he met the opponent's iron club head-on.
Thud—!
The next moment, Chen Jie was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground!
Hiss—!
Lying on the ground, Chen Jie let out a muffled groan!
A massive shockwave traveled through the opponent's iron club.
The wolf-tooth club was knocked out of Chen Jie's grip, and both his arms went numb.
The intense pain gave him a suffocating sensation.
"Big Brother—!"
Seeing Chen Jie sent flying, Liu Qi's expression changed drastically.
He hurled his iron club at the burly man, and like a drawn bowstring released, he kicked fiercely at the man's back.
Struggling to his feet, Chen Jie glanced at the burly man lying on the ground.
Dead!
Hit in the back by Ghost-Foot Qi's furious kick, this fellow was killed on the spot.
Thinking back to the dangerous moment just now, Chen Jie felt a lingering sense of fear.
Too weak!
At this moment, he felt that his own strength was simply too weak!
A mere minor lackey had almost taken his life.
With this level of strength, how on earth could he act as a "Big Brother"!
Guns!
He absolutely had to get guns!
Without guns, he felt completely insecure!
Inside Chen Jie's mind, the idea of acquiring a firearm became extremely intense.
No matter how many [Martial Merit Points] it would cost, he had to get a gun!

The cultivation of martial arts must be gradual and cannot be achieved overnight, but killing people does not necessarily rely on martial arts.
As Tu Feiying fled, the rest of the Flying Eagle Transport Agency scattered in panic.
In this gang clash, the Ximen Transport Agency, led by Liu Qi, won a complete victory.
Although Chen Jie had practiced actual combat in the elite martial arts gym, it had always been with boxing gloves and protective gear.
He had never experienced a scene like this before.
He had not expected that after coming to this world, he would personally experience a gang battle.
At this moment, the constraints of morality and laws in his mind seemed to have vanished completely.
Once a person has seen blood, their psychological state undergoes a earth-shattering transformation.
Although the brothers around Liu Qi saw how battered Chen Jie was and how he had almost been bludgeoned to death, none of them looked down on him. Instead, they were filled with admiration for Chen Jie.
In everyone's hearts, Chen Jie was a young master from a wealthy family, wealthy and of extremely noble status.
He had never practiced martial arts, yet he dared to risk his life and fight others!
This alone was enough to earn everyone's utmost respect.
There was no help for it; the concept of social classes in this world was deeply rooted, long embedded in the bones of the lower-class people.
Moreover, fortunately, everyone had followed Chen Jie's suggestion earlier and launched a surprise attack, leaving the Ximen Transport Agency with only two minor injuries.
Otherwise, even with Ghost-Foot Qi's formidable strength, it would have been utterly impossible for them to take down the Flying Eagle Transport Agency so easily.

"Hiss—!"
After climbing to his feet, Chen Jie felt a searing, unbearable pain in both arms.
It felt as if the bones in his arms had been fractured by the impact. That bastard's iron club strike had possessed such terrifying force!
Even with both hands gripping his wolf-tooth club, Chen Jie had been completely unable to block it.
Prior to this, Chen Jie had been somewhat pleased with himself for stepping into the "Basic Muscle-Strengthening" realm.
Only now did he realize that his martial arts were practically garbage in this world.
Ghost-Foot Qi stepped forward, carefully inspected the injuries on Chen Jie's arms, and grinned broadly as he said,
"It's nothing, just surface wounds. When we get back later, have Eighth Sister rub some medicinal wine on you, loosen up your bones, and stretch your tendons and muscles. Combined with a medicinal bath, you'll recover in no time!"
Liu Qi was in a fantastic mood.
This gang battle was a resounding victory for the Ximen Transport Agency.
From today onward, all the territory belonging to the Flying Eagle Transport Agency would belong to the Ximen Transport Agency.
Because they had initiated a sneak attack and dealt a vicious blow to the Flying Eagle Transport Agency right at the start, they had won this battle far too easily, without breaking a sweat.
"All right! Everyone, let's head back—!"
Liu Qi instructed all the surrounding brothers.
As for the dozen or so corpses lying on the ground, people would naturally come to collect them by tomorrow.
Chen Jie pulled out five silver dollars, handed them to Liu Qi, and said,
"We won a great victory tonight, but watch out for Tu Feiying's retaliation. Take the brothers and find a place to settle down for now!"
"Tomorrow night, we'll set up a celebration banquet at the Three Smiles Tower and have a proper gathering!"

When he returned home, it was already ten o'clock at night.
Chen Jie had discussed the future development of the Ximen Transport Agency with Liu Qi and Xue Qian.
Fearing retaliation from the Flying Eagle Transport Agency, Liu Qi had taken all the brothers to find a safe lodging elsewhere.
Seeing Liu Qi and all the men leave, Chen Jie yawned, feeling deeply exhausted from the day's events.
He pushed open his bedroom door, preparing to rest and sleep.
Suddenly,
he heard Liu Bamai's pleasantly surprised voice calling out: "Junior Brother, you're back!"
One thing that deeply depressed Chen Jie was that Liu Bamai no longer called him "Big Brother Chen," but instead addressed him straight as "Junior Brother"!
He was nearly five years older than her, and being called "Junior Brother" by Bamai was something Chen Jie could never quite get used to.
Looking at her with a surprised expression, Chen Jie had no idea why she had run into his room.
Liu Bamai was holding something in one hand and a basket in the other, her face turning inexplicably red as she said,
"Junior Brother, sit down first. I made something for you."
Chen Jie found a chair and sat down, watching as Liu Bamai bent over.
Kneeling on one knee on the floor, she actually proceeded to take off Chen Jie's shoes.
"Uh—!"
Chen Jie felt his head buzz slightly, leaving him somewhat dazed.
At this moment,
he even felt that the injured arms were no longer hurting quite as much.
Next,
Liu Bamai put a brand-new pair of handmade cloth shoes onto Chen Jie's feet.
And to his surprise, the cloth shoes were a perfect fit, exquisitely stitched, and felt extremely comfortable to wear.
"Junior Brother, are you—are you—doing alright?"
After putting the cloth shoes on Chen Jie, Liu Bamai looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes.
Her clear eyes were filled with concern.
"Good! Of course I'm good!"
For a moment, Chen Jie didn't understand why she was suddenly speaking to him in such a tone.
For some reason, he always felt things were a bit strange.
Liu Bamai usually had the temperament of a little chili pepper; why was she suddenly acting so coy and bashful?
Smiling, Chen Jie said, "Bamai, it's already very late. Is there something you need?"
Liu Bamai nodded and said, "After you went out this afternoon, I talked a lot with Thirteenth Aunt!"
"Thirteenth Aunt said—she said—she said—!"
Under the dim lamplight, Liu Bamai's face inexplicably flushed a faint red.