The next morning.
Inside his own shop.
Woojin sat in front of the TV, staring at the TV screen, eating the steaming buns in his hand one bite at a time.
The morning news was playing on the TV in front of him.
Yesterday, the police in their city cracked a kidnapping case, successfully arrested eight gangsters and cultists, and successfully rescued the victims in just two hours from the start of the case.
Woojin took a sip of the pure milk on the small table in his hand, swallowed the meat bun in his mouth, and frowned and thought.
He had specially opened the morning news in Jiaoyan City today to watch, wanting to pay attention to the development of yesterday's incident.
As a result, the news he got from the news was not what he expected.
It was just an ordinary kidnapping case, not a case of missing people who had made a bit of a fuss during this time.
The gang that got out of the van was a so-called gangster cultist.
Gangsters, cults? Woojin didn't know how these two words were related.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Exactly eight, one no more and one no less."
Woojin recalled the number of people who were killed by himself last night, which was the same as the number of suspects reported on the news, and his heart was a little calmer.
At this time, the TV showed images of the victims of the kidnapping.
Although it was especially blurred, Woojin could still recognize that it was the girl in the school uniform who was rescued by him last night.
"It seems that she really didn't tell me."
Until now, the family had not received a call from the police station or anything, which proved that the police had not traced Woojin's identity yet.
"The crime of kidnapping in this world is at least ten years in prison, and even if they have accomplices, they may not find me."
Yesterday's rain was too heavy, and the alley where the two sides fought was dim.
Woojin suspected that many people on the gang's side didn't even see their faces clearly.
"Keep a low profile during this time, go out less, and when the limelight passes, it should be fine."
Woojin thought about it a lot because he was really afraid.
He was afraid that he would suffer, and he was even more afraid that his family would be implicated in retaliation.
"It's still not strong enough. If I'm strong enough, I'm not afraid that they will come to me for trouble!"
Woojin picked up a meat bun and took a bite of it, thinking, "And you have to have money."
If you have money, you can hire bodyguards and let them help take care of your family twenty-four hours a day.
Woojin felt that he had never longed for the right to power and money in his two lives as much as he did now.
"It's almost seven o'clock. Why hasn't your dad come back from the hospital yet? The delivery will arrive later. How can I manage it alone?"
Mother Chung Qi sighed and walked in from outside the store.
When Woojin heard it, he immediately said, "Mom, I'll help you later."
"Didn't you have a martial arts class today?"
"It's okay to go later!"
Chung Qi nodded, walked up and looked at Woojin's cheeks, and suddenly asked with some distress: "Is it because of the pain in the injured body, I didn't sleep well last night?"
Woojin was slightly stunned, and then nodded a little embarrassedly.
"Don't you dare to fight with someone next time."
Chung Qi scolded him, and Woojin could only listen obediently.
In fact, his injuries had healed a lot, and in one night, the bruises on his face and body had subsided a lot, and the abrasions had scabbed.
There was only a little dull pain in the two worst places in the back and ribs.
The reason why Woojin didn't sleep well last night was mainly because of [Imaginary Enemy].
"Who would have known that [imaginary enemies] would be so draining? It's just three fights, and the whole person seems to have been in an Internet café for several days in a row.
I'm still a little tired after a night's sleep."
Woojin originally thought that after majoring in [Martial Artist], there should be no need to add much to the intelligence attributes.
As a result, he didn't expect that this piece still couldn't be lost.
"No amount of attribute points feels like it's enough."
Woojin thought silently in his heart.
He now had a few skill points left in his hand, and he planned to save them up for the first time and use them later when necessary.
"Do you want to go to the hospital and have a look, don't you know where the bones are broken?"
Mother Chung Qi sighed and asked.
Woojin was still worried, and as she spoke, she couldn't help but sigh: "It would be nice if your sister was at home, and I would be able to save a lot of worry with her watching you."
"Mom, didn't you always say that she was the one who didn't give you the most peace of mind?"
"It's better than you, now you have learned to fight with people!"
Chung Qi scolded him, and Woojin immediately stopped talking.
At 7:23, the small goods delivered to Woojin's house arrived.
In order to prove that the injuries on his body were not a big deal, Woojin worked very hard.
After reaching 11 points, his strength increased a lot.
Dozens of pounds of rice could be easily carried with one hand.
A small cart of goods took less than ten minutes to unload all of them.
When washing his hands, Woojin heard the delivery driver urging his mother to settle the payment, which was the first few times.
Mother Chung Qi stuffed two packs of cigarettes over, said good things, and pulled for a long time before the latter was reluctantly coaxed away.
Woojin watched this scene and was silent.
"Today, we must pass the assessment of the official disciples of the martial arts hall!"
"Lu Yuan, what's wrong with your face?"
At 8:05 a.m., Woojin arrived at Yuanwu Pavilion.
He met Arya Liu in the locker room, and she immediately exclaimed in surprise when she saw him.
"It rained so hard last night that I fell while running."
"Was it really a fall? It doesn't look like it."
Arya Liu looked Woojin up and down suspiciously. Woojin didn't bother to say more to her and hurriedly changed into martial arts clothes and left the locker room.
Because he was helping his mother unload the goods, he arrived ten minutes later than usual, and now he was considered late.
Late arrivals were fine, though.
When Woojin walked to the training room, he found that he had come early.
"There are fewer and fewer people."
Glancing at the people in the training room, it was estimated that it was only two-thirds of the number when the class first started.
In this month, many people were suddenly absent while practicing, saying that they were asking for leave at first, and it was difficult to see people later.
For example, the group of ball-headed girls who were quite noisy at the beginning of the class almost disappeared in the third week.
There was one left in the last class, and even the last lone seedling was missing in this class.
The temperament of these people reminded Woojin of himself in his previous life.
Learning everything is a burst, and after the heat is over, you can throw it away and never pick it up again.
"If there is no career panel, without the blessing of [Absolute Focus], will I still be like them in this life?"
Woojin asked himself silently in his heart.
Maybe.
But at least it's different now.
"Woojin, you're here!"
Woojin's only round-faced friend, Arya Liu, who can be regarded as a friend in this martial arts class, had arrived in every class.
As soon as she saw Woojin, she immediately greeted him happily.
"Morning!"
Woojin nodded at her, and she quickly stared at Woojin's face and let out a soft "ah" and asked the same question as Arya Liu.
"Woojin, why did your face get hurt?"
"It rained heavily last night, and I fell while running home."
Woojin didn't know how many times he had used this excuse to prevaricate.
Fortunately, Arya Liu didn't ask much, but kindly offered Woojin some medicine. She brought ointments, bandages, and band-aids for bruises and bruises in every class.
Thanking Arya Liu for her kindness, Woojin began to warm up.
After the enthusiasm of the students subsided, Coach Lin Zhiqin also seemed to become "slack."
From the beginning of the last few classes, she would not arrive until after half past eight, and the first half hour was for the students to do their own warm-up training.
Woojin mainly practiced the basic leg method.
Yesterday, he played with a middle-aged man in the consciousness space for a night, and it was more or less a bit of gain.
Take this opportunity to digest it.
After entering the state of [Absolute Concentration],
Woojin unconsciously began to imitate the way and movements of the middle-aged man in his memory.
(End of chapter)