Chapter 109: Wuji Town
Chapter 109: Wuji Town
After the sixth day of the new year, Chen Chuan and Gao Ming went to the company located on Guang Mo Street in the southern part of the city, where they signed an agreement with Ren Shu and his associates.
However, Ren Shu and his group were surprised and a little concerned when Chen Chuan didn't seek a financial stake in the company, opting for a simple temporary cooperation agreement. This meant Chen Chuan could leave at any time, so they chose their words and attitude with extra caution.
After the signing, Chen Chuan joined them for a meal, and during the dinner, Gao Ming didn't need much effort to uncover everyone's background.
Ren Shu and his partners were left with a very positive impression of Chen Chuan.
They didn't understand business matters or how to gauge one's strength, but Chen Chuan's handsome appearance, divine eyes, and an indescribable aura of vigor made a strong impression. His speech was calm, orderly, and well-structured, and when they heard about his past deeds, many of the young people quickly developed a sense of respect for him.
After the meal, as they parted ways with Ren Shu and the others, Gao Ming said, "Cousin, the backgrounds of these rich heirs are not simple."
Chen Chuan replied, "To be able to invest so much in establishing a commission company, their family conditions must be quite good. For now, we're just partners."
Gao Ming smiled and said, "Cousin, I understand what you mean. I won't do anything unnecessary, but I remembered a saying from a senior in the industry: 'Discuss emotions with the rich, and discuss interests with the poor.' It's not always accurate, but it's mostly true."
"Everyone has their pursuits," Chen Chuan said.
"Yes, pursuits," Gao Ming said, looking towards a clear river flowing under a bridge in the distance. "It drives every person, actively or passively, towards a certain direction."
Chen Chuan also looked in that direction. Under the sunlight, the river shimmered with sparkling waves, dazzling yet radiant. After watching for a while, he said, "Let's go."
Gao Ming nodded and drove Chen Chuan back to the Patrol Bureau. He waved goodbye from outside before getting into his car and driving off.
Chen Chuan watched the car leave and headed inside. However, as he entered the courtyard, he paused, realizing that the ethereal figure that had been haunting his second self since the theater incident had disappeared without him noticing.
He pondered for a moment; it had been about ten days since the incident, and this urban legend was far more powerful than the Well Baby. Yet, the duration of these signs had shortened, confirming his previous speculation. As the time overlap with his second self strengthened, he could naturally withstand more intense and severe injuries.
Over the next few days, Chen Chuan continued to enjoy his vacation. He met up with old classmates he hadn't seen in a long time and went out with a few close classmates to ride two-wheeled motorcycles with Ding Jiao, went skiing and ice fishing at Xiao Qing Mountain in the southwest of the city, and then watched a few movies.
Even though he had already seen the movie at the Orchid Fragrance Cinema, watching it with his classmates was a much better experience than watching it with the urban legend.
On the tenth day, Chen Chuan accompanied his aunt, uncle, and cousin to the Wu Yi Academy's Martial Arts Hall to watch the semi-final round of the tournament.
The match was thrilling, with the finalists being evenly matched in strength. The fight was back and forth, and until the very end, the audience couldn't predict who the real winner would be.
In Chen Chuan's eyes, these two second-class students, judging by their force exertion and technique usage, seemed to be no less skilled than first-class students of the same grade.
However, the tournament also had an element of entertainment and competition. Both sides refrained from using their full strength and coordinated to prolong the match, even adding some flashy and showy techniques for the audience's enjoyment. This was what the spectators loved to see.
After the match, the family was still immersed in the tournament's atmosphere. The younger cousin imitated the fighters, running and jumping ahead, brandishing a stick and making 'wah-wah' sounds.
Yu Wan held Nian Lu's hand and walked slowly, saying, "Chanchun, those two finalists seemed very skilled. How do you compare to them?
Chen Chuan smiled and replied concisely, "I can win."
Second-class students didn't learn techniques meant to kill their opponents. Some of their skills were unnecessary in actual combat. If they were on a tournament stage, they might need some time to adjust to the rules. But in a real fight, even without weapons, their opponents would have little chance of winning.
However, with targeted training, second-class students could also develop a certain level of combat effectiveness. After all, those with transmutation organs were far superior to ordinary fighters and couldn't be compared.
Back at home, five days passed in a flash, and the Lantern Festival was over. The festive atmosphere lingered, but it gradually faded.
These days were a rare time to relax, but with school starting in half a month, Chen Chuan was about to embark on a new journey. So, he focused his mind and sincerely adjusted himself.
That day, he was practicing punches in the courtyard, following the methods taught by He Xiaoxing. His transmutation organs were steadily growing within his bones and muscles.
According to his notes, to reach the first limit of his transmutation organs without interruption, it would take about three more months for them to grow steadily.
However, he knew that was just his limit with the second self, and it wasn't his own limit. He still needed more training and stimulation to push his transmutation organs.
As He Xiaoxing finished teaching him a set of moves, footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard. A young boy, around twelve or thirteen years old, poked his head out and said to him, "Little Chuan Ge, someone is looking for you outside."
Chen Chuan stood up, thanked him, and walked out to the alleyway entrance. He saw a parked off-road vehicle, and Ren Shu was there, rubbing his hands while waiting. Chen Chuan said, "Why is Mr. Ren here?"
Ren Shu, feeling a bit embarrassed, said, "Mr. Chen, we didn't mean to disturb you during the holidays, it's just that..."
Chen Chuan said seriously, "Mr. Ren, since I signed the agreement, I'll fulfill my responsibilities. You're looking for me at this time, so there must be a commission. Let's talk about the matter at hand."
"Okay," Ren Shu said, looking around discreetly. "We just received a government hall commission task related to the Flying Head Sect that we mentioned before. They want us to handle it as soon as possible."
Chen Chuan's gaze shifted, "In the city?"
Ren Shu's heart tightened involuntarily at Chen Chuan's gaze. He quickly nodded, "Yes, it's not within the city, but it's not far. Considering the possibility of Flying Head urban legends, I came to specifically invite Mr. Chen."
Chen Chuan said, "Wait for me, I'll go get some things."
He turned back, grabbed the Snow Lady Sword, and also brought the Wuji Pistol. He quickly came out and said to Ren Shu, "Mr. Ren, please lead the way. We'll discuss the details in the car."
Ren Shu hurriedly agreed and helped him open the car door. After Chen Chuan got in, he sat in the passenger seat and said to the driver, "City North Wu Family Town."
Chen Chuan wondered, "City North again?"
This was also very reasonable. The city was densely populated, making it easy to hide, but any disturbance would be noticed immediately. The Patrol Bureau would be dispatched right away. In contrast, the City North area was spacious, and the residents there were extremely xenophobic, with many gangs. This was very beneficial for causing trouble.
Not only that, but City North was adjacent to the northern mountainous area. If something happened, one could escape into the mountains, and no matter how many people came, they wouldn't be able to catch them.
Ren Shu rummaged through his bag, took out a commission form, and carefully handed it to Chen Chuan in the back seat. "There's news that a Flying Head was discovered at the Wu Family Town's ancestral hall. Many townspeople were affected during the worship ceremony, and only a small number of the security team members managed to escape while lucid."
"Many clients from commission companies have already rushed over, but no one has the confidence to eliminate the Flying Head. Our reported information indicated that there's an expert in handling urban legends, so the government hall assigned it to us."
Chen Chuan flipped through the information and got a general idea.
He had already inquired with Cheng Zitong, and learned that the Flying Head urban legend could be resolved through physical means. The key was that this thing could fly, and its speed was astonishing. Especially once it became agitated, it would have a significant impact on people's sanity. Therefore, battles within its range shouldn't be prolonged, or else people might go insane.
Cheng Zitong warned him that if it came to that, he must maintain his breathing technique and regulate his qi and blood flow. His emotions should also remain calm, and if things got out of hand, he should retreat and come up with another plan or consume some calming medicine.
However, Chen Chuan didn't need that. His second self could absorb external influences and damage, and sustained damage also had little effect on him. In this regard, he was indeed capable of restraining certain urban legends.
After about half an hour, the car arrived at a small town near the city's outskirts. Most of the houses here were low-rise brick and tile structures, and the snow on the rooftops hadn't completely melted yet, but some were obviously renovated from the sentry posts and warehouses left over from the Great Expansion, standing out prominently.
The town was relatively close to Yangzhi City, and the roads were well-paved and spacious. Streetlights lined both sides, and when looking into the town, there were many overturned tricycles on the streets, with goods scattered everywhere. Most of the shops had their doors tightly shut.
At the town's entrance, about twenty vehicles were parked, presumably belonging to the commission companies that had arrived early. A group of townspeople were gathered there, talking.
Further away, there were people who had come from other places to watch the commotion. They stood in small groups, pointing and discussing the town, showing their boldness.
When the car reached the intersection, a middle-aged man from the town's security team ran towards them and asked, "Are you Mr. Ren? Has your company's expert arrived?"
Ren Shu rolled down the car window and was hit by a gust of cold wind, causing him to cough. "He's here! He's here!"
The middle-aged man was delighted. "You're finally here!"
The clients from the commission companies also perked up, extinguishing their cigarettes. The Flying Head was hiding there, and no one dared to take action, fearing they would end up like the villagers, driven insane. With an expert to handle it, everything would be fine.
After the car stopped, Chen Chuan got out with the Snow Lady Sword in hand. The middle-aged man was initially startled, seemingly surprised by Chen Chuan's youth. But when he saw the longsword in Chen Chuan's hand and met his calm gaze, his heart skipped a beat.
He quickly came forward and shook hands with Chen Chuan, "I'm the captain of the town's security team, Wu Dajing. You must be Chen Entrustee, nice to meet you."
The clients from the commission companies also looked at Chen Chuan with solemn expressions. Chen Chuan was so young, yet he could carry weapons and move freely. Clearly, he wasn't an ordinary person, and he was known at the government hall for his ability to handle urban legends. This made them take him very seriously.
Chen Chuan shook hands with Wu Dajing and glanced at the crowd behind them. "Captain Wu, hello. What's the situation now?"
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(End of Chapter)
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