Chapter 403: Flask Bar
Chapter 403: Flask Bar
After returning to the Wu Yi Academy, Chen Chuan planned to take a good rest for a few days. He didn't intend to move into the estate just yet, as everything was much more convenient at Wu Yi.
Especially the companionship of Hong Fu, which couldn't be found elsewhere, and the unique service of being a sparring partner, something only available at Wu Yi. Once he left the academy, he wouldn't be able to enjoy such privileges, unless he became an instructor.
So, he considered the idea of becoming an academy instructor after completing his studies. It seemed like a challenging goal for now, but he decided not to worry about it immediately and leave it for the future.
After relaxing for a while, he had a good night's sleep. The next day, he realized that the memories of his past life's parents had appeared in his dreams again.
Recalling the memories, he saw the perspective of his past self practicing a familiar boxing technique, the Right Fist Art, which he often used.
However, the boxing style had a different feel to it. It was gentle yet firm, with smooth transitions, and the powerful moves were executed with precision. It was evident that the practitioner had reached a certain level of mastery.
This was likely his past mother practicing the boxing technique, and from the force of her moves, it seemed like she had reached the second limit of her potential.
These memories didn't seem to follow a chronological order; they jumped around. This particular memory seemed to be from before she met the woman from the previous memory. At this point, his mother appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old.
Typically, top students from the Wu Yi Academy would reach this level upon graduation, and even the recommended students rarely exceeded this limit.
However, Chen Chuan had a strange feeling that this memory was specifically left for him to see, as if it was... teaching him the boxing technique. Although his own abilities had far surpassed this level, he couldn't deny that practicing this boxing style still inspired him. Each move and gesture contained an indomitable spirit and an unyielding desire for limitless combat, which was truly worth savoring.
As he immersed himself in the experience, he became completely absorbed, forgetting everything else. By the time he snapped out of it, he realized he had unconsciously followed along with the boxing routine.
At that moment, he couldn't help but think that if he had access to these drugs before enrolling in Wu Yi, he might have been able to directly understand and quickly master the techniques.
He had previously searched for memory-enhancing drugs, but they seemed non-existent in the market. This led him to believe that they were either extremely rare or had specific requirements. Otherwise, they would have likely become widespread within the Wu Yi Academy and various government institutions.
As he pondered this, the perspective shifted to a woman in her early twenties with a single ponytail that reached her heels.
This woman had been watching the boxing practice from a distance earlier, but now, as she approached, Chen Chuan realized she was exceptionally tall, and he had to tilt his head back to speak to her.
Based on the comparison with other objects in the memory, the woman was over two meters and twenty centimeters tall, perhaps even taller, but her body proportions were excellent, making her height less noticeable from a distance.
As he got closer, he could clearly see the powerful strength in her limbs, and her vibrant life force was evident.
Chen Chuan thought for a moment and concluded that this woman was probably his past mother's teacher, and they seemed to have a good teacher-student relationship.
In his opinion, his past mother had already mastered the boxing technique quite well, but the teacher seemed dissatisfied and provided additional guidance on the spot, focusing on the transitions and power generation during the moves.
Chen Chuan listened carefully and compared the instructions with his recent practice, deep in thought.
From his perspective, these minor details seemed optional; they could be implemented or ignored. After all, in a real fight, only a few moves would be useful, and mastering a few key techniques was sufficient.
However, the teacher's guidance wasn't about enhancing combat power but rather ensuring a smoother and more fluid flow of energy during the moves, leaving no "gaps."
The concept of "gaps" was difficult to describe in words; it was about ensuring the fighter's energy flow was seamless, leaving no openings for the opponent to exploit.
In reality, achieving a completely seamless and flawless performance was impossible, so it was more about the fighter's commitment to perfection.
This was likely a fighting philosophy that required long-term dedication, and it might take an extremely long time to see results, or perhaps it might never bear fruit.
Chen Chuan realized that this could be a unique fighting style, teaching genuine skills.
However, since these techniques didn't involve core secrets, sharing them wouldn't be an issue. In fact, if others learned them, it would only help spread the fighting style's philosophy, which was a positive thing.
"This is interesting," Chen Chuan thought, feeling inspired by these insights. He vaguely sensed that a true fighter, regardless of their strength, seemed to have their own unique fighting philosophy.
It was a form of perseverance, perhaps even a necessity when facing certain challenges. Moreover, setting aside its immediate benefits, this belief might lead to the development of unique techniques aligned with one's convictions as one progressed in their martial arts journey.
At this point, the memory came to an end.
After recalling the memory, Chen Chuan got up, freshened up, and then used the Boundary Token to search for a specific location, which he quickly found.
This was the address Lu Ke had left at Nianfuli before, and after the holiday break, Chen Chuan had been busy with various matters and hadn't had the time to visit. Now, he finally had the opportunity to check it out.
Moreover, he wasn't sure how Lu Ke's implant repair was progressing with Teacher Yu, and if there was anything he needed, Chen Chuan felt confident in his ability to help.
Changing into casual attire, he left the Wu Yi Academy, got into his Gard car, and followed the address displayed on his Boundary Token.
The location was on the outskirts of Hongsheng District, near an oil refinery. After driving for over half an hour, he finally found the address, a place called "Flask Bar" on a spacious street. The sign was distinctive, featuring a massive glass bottle continuously dripping alcohol or some liquid.
As he looked through the Boundary Token, the liquid beneath his feet seemed to splash colorful lights, like raindrops shimmering under neon lights on a rainy night. It formed a flame belt on the ground in front of the bar's entrance.
Chen Chuan walked down, stepped over the flame belt, and as he pushed open the door, the flames behind him burst momentarily, creating a cool effect.
Inside, he surveyed the surroundings. The interior decoration seemed to be a fusion of various styles, with exposed pipes overhead, metal coils wrapped around them, and colorful graffiti covering the brick walls. Underfoot, long strips of lights occasionally flickered and glowed.
The space was quite large, capable of accommodating over a hundred people. Even during the day, there were several tables occupied by customers.
Using his Boundary Token, he observed that most of the patrons had temporary residence permits or lacked any identification at all. They were adorned with numerous cheap and second-hand implants, but none of them carried a wanted status. It seemed the bar owner had considerable influence and maintained a certain level of order.
The customers, who had been chatting and boasting without restraint, unconsciously lowered their voices upon seeing Chen Chuan enter.
Despite Chen Chuan's suppression of his field and change into casual attire, his stature and gait immediately marked him as a fighter, exuding a formidable presence.
He walked straight to the bar, where a robust man in his fifties was tending the bar. This man maintained a very natural expression and asked, "What would you like to drink, sir?"
Chen Chuan didn't drink alcohol, but he pushed a bill across the counter and casually ordered a drink, asking, "I'm looking for a man named 'Kangaroo Man'. A friend of mine left an address, saying I could find him here and ask him to show me the way."
The bartender glanced at him and broke into a hearty laugh. "You must be Mr. Chen, right?"
In the 16th and 19th editions of the book, it's written as 'bar' and 'look' without any mistakes!
"Yes, it's me," Chen Chuan confirmed.
The bartender laughed, "I knew it was you at first sight. Lu Xiaoge mentioned that a handsome young man might come looking for him, and asked me to keep an eye out. It must be you."
"Just call me Old Zhan. Have a seat, young man, while I attend to a few regular customers. I'll take you there soon."
Chen Chuan replied with a 'thank you'.
Noticing that Chen Chuan hadn't touched the drink on the bar, Old Zhan discreetly replaced it with a hot beverage. He then greeted a few tables of customers and found a smart-looking young man to take over before putting on a hat and saying, "Let's go." He then asked, "Did you drive here yourself, young man?"
Chen Chuan nodded.
Old Zhan said, "It's not convenient for you to drive to that place. Why don't you ride with me?" Seeing no objection from Chen Chuan, he added, "Wait for me here for a moment." He turned and walked out. After a while, an old Gard car emerged, and Old Zhan poked his head out, saying, "Mr. Chen, please get in."
Chen Chuan walked over and opened the door, taking a seat inside.
"Don't worry about your car; no one dares to steal from customers of Flask Bar around here," Old Zhan assured him as he turned the steering wheel and drove out. "Mr. Chen, have you been to the Lower City before?"
Chen Chuan understood he was referring to the actual Lower City, not the gathering place for those without identification. "I haven't been there before," he replied.
"Lu Ke mentioned that you two are not only friends but also used to train in fighting with Mr. Yu?"
"Are you well-acquainted with Lu Xiaoge?" Chen Chuan asked.
Old Zhan responded, "My bar often relies on Roadway Logistics for business. There's a security captain among them who is Mr. Yu's disciple. She frequently brings people here for drinks, and sometimes she also brings Lu Xiaoge. We're quite familiar."
"Mr. Yu has indeed taught me a lot, and I can consider myself his student," Chen Chuan acknowledged.
"Then you're practically family."
Old Zhan became even more enthusiastic. As they chatted along the way, they drove along the deserted road for about ten minutes until they reached the entrance of a tunnel.
Old Zhan glanced at the rearview mirror and explained, "You can get to the Lower City from here."
There were roadblocks set up both inside and outside the tunnel entrance, guarded by several people. Old Zhan slowed down and greeted them, waiting for them to clear the roadblocks before accelerating and driving inside.
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