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Chapter 3: Second Thing

The uncle who sold noodle soup, surnamed Chen, had lived most of his life cautiously and timidly. Because he was too honest, most of his life had been tragic.

He originally had a wife and children, but he loved his family too much and never wanted anyone to accompany him to his food stall, feeling that being exposed to the wind and sun was too hard.

It's normal for someone to stay at home, but what's abnormal is that one day he ran off with a neighbor.

What he couldn't understand was that the man was ugly and a notoriously lazy fellow. How could his wife have been so blind?

He abandoned him and his five-year-old son, taking all the money with him. Although he was heartbroken and angry, there was nothing he could do; he couldn't very well chase after him with his son.

Years later, the woman returned, crying and begging for forgiveness, saying she had a hard time outside and had been beaten by that lazy man for a long time.

Old Chen) He readily agreed, but his son refused, leading to a huge argument. The ten-year-old son stormed off to his aunt's house.

His sister, hearing the news, brought people to teach the man a lesson, but Old Chen stopped them, saying hitting people was wrong.

His sister, in a fit of anger, also left, saying, "You can't raise my son; you're a good-for-nothing. If he stays with you, he'll be a good-for-nothing too."

His son has been gone for five years, never returning once. His wife only stayed for two days, then ran off with all his savings.

Think about it, the man only came back for money; there was no real repentance.

Old Chen was left with nothing. His father left, taking his savings twice. His son left and disowned him.

Not only his son, but even his sister wouldn't associate with him. Relatives and friends called him useless, and gradually they all left, as if he were the one who had committed a terrible crime.

So much so that Old Chen developed a new catchphrase: "I never would have guessed!"

The neighbors, those with ill intentions, always teased him about it, and he would always just smile sheepishly and say, "I never would have guessed!"

There were many things he never expected, like Lin Ye.

Lin Ye didn't just sit down to eat at his place randomly; she specifically chose him after careful consideration.

Reason It's simple. Gao Gong and his gang of scoundrels were eating at Old Chen's stall, yelling and shouting, practically labeling me a bad guy.

Lin Ye followed Old Chen home. The house looked old, but not dilapidated. The yard was spotless, almost excessively so.

A man living alone, no cobwebs in the corners, no weeds in the yard, the house was spotless, and the blankets were neatly made.

Lin Ye thought Old Chen must have some problem; these ailments were exactly the same as his own.

Lin Ye had served his mother-in-law for three years. His mother-in-law disliked slovenliness, so he was always meticulous.

Perhaps it was fate. So, having arrived at Old Chen's place, he decided to stay there for the time being.

Lin Ye looked around the courtyard. There were three main rooms, two side rooms on the left, and two kitchens on the right.

"How much for renting your house for a month?"

Lin Ye asked.

Old Chen was also renting for the first time and didn't know how much he should ask for. Thinking that more was better than less, and that someone would watch over his house during the day, he casually replied, "One hundred coins a month, how about that?"

Lin Ye nodded: "Okay."

He opened his bundle, took out his money bag, and started counting the money.

Old Chen thought he might be seeing things, that he had subconsciously misread things, because he noticed Lin Ye's... How did the money bag get so big?

He had seen Lin Ye's money bag at the stall before; it was only half full. Now, it was bulging as if the money was about to overflow.

Perhaps noticing the surprise in Old Chen's eyes, Lin Ye casually explained, "I just borrowed it."

He counted out five hundred bills, strung them together, and handed them to Old Chen: "Rental fee, five hundred."

Old Chen was delighted: "You're staying for five months?"

Lin Ye shook his head: "Your house has seven rooms in total, three main rooms and two kitchen rooms. I've rented them all. This is the rent for one month."

He pointed to the remaining two outbuildings: "You'll stay there." Old Chen was stunned.

Then Lin Ye took out another five hundred yuan and handed it to him: "That's the rent, this is a small token of sympathy, after all, this is your home."

Old Chen: "This..."

After putting his things away, Lin Ye said to Old Chen, "I have an appointment, I'll be out for about an hour. Please pack your things, I'll be tired when I get back and want to go straight to sleep."

Without waiting for Old Chen's reaction, he left.

"What an i***t, who gives double the money?"

Muttering to himself, Old Chen went to tidy up the house. Since he had agreed, he had to get everything ready before Lin Ye returned. Fang Teng came out.

About two quarters of an hour later, Lin Ye returned to the alley where he had been blocked.

At this moment, there were not only Gao Gong and his group, but also seven more people. Clearly, Gao Gong had called all his underlings.

So Lin Ye frowned. He wasn't afraid, nor angry, but slightly displeased.

"All of them?"

Lin Ye asked.

Gao Gong: "Damn it, that's too damn arrogant! Brothers, form ranks and attack him!"

One of them said, "Big brother, form ranks again?"

Gao Gong said, "I've already told you, haven't you heard of 'Lin Bing Dou Zhe Jie Zhen Lie Qian Xing'?" "!"

Song Fuxi looked helpless: "Brother, I've heard of it, but what does it mean?"

Gao Gong said: "You don't even understand this, Linbing means fighting, Douzhe means brawling. Before fighting or brawling, you need to have a formation."

He shouted to his men: "This guy will hit below the nose when he fights. When you hear him shout 'Renzhong,' just dodge. Oh, and watch out for him gouging out his belly button!" After shouting, he waved his hand: "Let's go, brothers!"

Lin Ye looked at the group opposite him; they had indeed formed a strange formation. He thought to himself that these scoundrels from Yunzhou City actually had some merit.

The next moment, Lin Ye mentally reviewed the techniques he had practiced, and then made his move.

"Lingxu!"

"Shenfeng!"

"Qimen!"

"Burong!"

With each soft shout from Lin Ye, One by one, the scoundrels who had been hit crouched down, coughing and vomiting violently.

Two of them instantly lost their fighting ability, and everyone else's face turned blue and purple from holding their breath.

However, while he was hitting others, he was still attacked and hit by the same attack. Two others, because his shots were inaccurate, were not immediately incapacitated.

After about half an hour, the fighting stopped, and Lin Ye's face... His scalp was swollen; he'd taken two punches and a kick to the abdomen.

And this was only after seven people had come to fight him. Gao Gong and the other three hadn't dared to approach; they were injured and wouldn't be of much use.

Lin Ye considered it carefully. He was already struggling against seven people; taking two punches and a kick meant he might be killed in retaliation.

He was initially dissatisfied because only seven people had come; now he was dissatisfied with himself.

He looked... Grandma Gu had developed many habits over the past three years, such as extremely high standards for food, obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, and a preference for specific locations.

He had to perform massages for Grandma Gu, and for the past three years, he had done this every single day.

Lin Ye beckoned to Gao Gong, who was on the verge of tears but had to force a smile and go over. He never expected this teenager to be so capable.

"Young Master."

Gao Gong bowed and scraped.

Lin Ye asked: "How long have you been bullying the neighbors?"

Gao Gong quickly replied, "Not long, not long, no, we don't bully the neighbors. We just got together because we were afraid of being bullied. We're all good people."

Lin Ye asked, "How many years have you been together?"

Gao Gong: "Three or four years, I guess."

Lin Ye said, "Show me your right hand."

Gao Gong burst into tears: "Young master, young master, please forgive me!" "We shouldn't have provoked you, and now you've hit me and scolded me, so please spare me."

Lin Ye: "Hand."

Gao Gong cried as he pulled out his right hand: "One's already broken, young master, don't break it anymore."

Lin Ye grabbed Gao Gong's right hand and snapped it three more times, leaving only his thumb intact.

Gao Gong howled in pain, trying to struggle, but the hand that year was incredibly strong, gripping his wrist tightly. He just wouldn't go out.

Lin Ye said, "You've been a nuisance to the neighbors for four years. I'm cutting off four of your fingers as punishment. If you do it again, I'll give you a foot massage."

Gao Gong nodded tearfully, "I understand, young master. I'll never dare to bully anyone again."

Lin Ye asked, "What do you think of what I did?"

Gao Gong immediately said, "Good, very good."

Lin Ye: "Straighten the fingers on your right hand, and then..." "Say it again."

So the thugs from these streets, holding up their only straight thumb, said, "Good, that's good."

But this posture wasn't very attractive. Imagine, four fingers dangling, only the thumb standing up—it could be described as half-paralyzed.

"Go get your injuries treated."

Lin Ye collected the money bags from those who were lying on the ground, gathered them up, and kept half.

He hung the remaining half on... Gao Gong's raised thumb read: "Take the money to treat your injuries. I'll be here waiting for you at noon the day after tomorrow, and I'll take you out for lunch."

He turned and left.

"Young Master."

Gao Gong asked, his voice trembling with tears, "Can't you not come?"

Lin Ye said as he walked, "I just said that if you don't behave, I'll give you a foot massage. I'm telling you now, if you don't have enough fingers, you can make up for it with toes."

He didn't want to... Before he could accomplish his grand plan, he needed to learn a great deal from these thugs.

His face burned from the punch, and his lower abdomen throbbed, so Lin Ye used this fight to test his limits.

He could easily take on three or four of these scoundrels, but six or seven would be too much; he'd get hurt.

Lin Ye thought to himself, each of those people had fought their way out of the mountains and seas, even by the lowest standards... Each of them could easily defeat ten scoundrels like Gao Gong.

Moreover, those people were skilled at killing, accurate and effective.

His skills, however, were honed without his mother's knowledge; his moves were self-developed, placing him on a completely different level from those others.

Back in Wuwei County, he couldn't even argue, let alone fight, because his mother disliked it.

Lin Ye used practical methods... He tried and realized he wasn't good enough; he was far from it.

"I need a master."

Lin Ye muttered to himself and continued walking forward.

Back in the courtyard, Old Chen had almost finished tidying up, moving his own bedding to the annex. The main room had been cleared out for Lin Ye.

Seeing Lin Ye enter, his face bruised and purple, Old Chen was startled: "What happened to you?"

Lin Ye shook his head: "Nothing, I bumped into a tree."

Old Chen... Chen examined Lin Ye closely. There was a bruise on Lin Ye's left cheek and another on his right. Had he bumped into a tree?

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why did you bump into it twice?"

Lin Ye replied, "I lost the first time, and I wasn't convinced."

Old Chen: ""

He asked, "So you lost the second time too? If you weren't convinced, why did you only bump into it twice?"

Lin Ye: "A wise man submits to circumstances. Besides, after all, it's me..." "First, my face."

Old Chen: ""

Lin Ye took a stool and sat down, saying to Old Chen, "Now, let's ask about the second thing, Uncle. Do you know if there are any martial arts schools in Yunzhou City run by veterans, preferably veterans who have seen combat."

Old Chen subconsciously asked, "Are you going to practice martial arts? What are you planning to do?"

Lin Ye pointed to his face and said seriously, "I'm still not convinced."

Old Chen swallowed hard, thinking to himself that this guy was not only an i***t, but a combat i***t among idiots.

Some say that every village has idiots, but a combat i***t only appears once in five hundred villages. He'd run into one.

Lin Ye asked, "Uncle, do you know anything about this?"

Old Chen thought for a moment and nodded: "I really do know someone who runs a martial arts school, and he's actually a veteran who's been on the battlefield and killed people."

Lin Ye smiled.