It turned out that even a cultivator who had just begun his Foundation Establishment was no longer an ordinary person. After taking body tempering liquid twice and practicing the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ and ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯, Song Shuhang didn’t only have his body strengthened, but also improved his drinking capacity.
In the past, his drinking capacity could only be comparable to Gao Moumou’s, but today, he managed to leave the smart Lin Tubo and Li Yangde under the table.
Even after fuddling the two guys, Song Shuhang still remained clear-minded and could move freely. It was as if he had been drinking glasses of water instead of one and a half case of liquor.
Moving the three drunk guys to bed, he gargled and decided to go back to his dormitory—he had no interest in sleeping with three drunkards in one bed.
As he walked alone, he came to that alley of Auspicious Street Area again unconsciously.
‘Will I meet the ‘kabedon’ girl again? But I’ve met her this afternoon.’ He thought. ‘Unless the girl had been waiting here and getting ‘kabedon’d’ all day long, it would be impossible to meet her several times a day.’
Nothing had happened on the way.
"What a peaceful world." He nodded quietly. If only every day had been so peaceful.
Well, it was also peaceful when he came out to look for an apartment with Senior Medicine Master.
Oh, no! Thinking of Medicine Master, something immediately occurred to Song Shuhang.
It was not peaceful when he was walking with Senior Medicine Master, for there was a stalker who was following them and got frightened away by an eye contact with Medicine Master.
Thinking of this, Song Shuhang pinched his chin.
A moment later, he suddenly turned back and looked sharply. "Come out, you’ve been following me so long. Or do I have to get you out?"
Shuhang said this because something stirred in his heart.
In fact, Song Shuhang had just begun his Foundation Establishment. Although he had already had a much better vision and other four senses than ordinary people, he was still a rookie. Without enough battle experience, he could not find out whether there was someone following him or not.
He just wanted to test whether there really was someone following him.
It would be fine if no one was following him, and no one would get to know about this ‘silly’ action of his.
However, if someone really jumped out, then he could handle it.
Meanwhile, Song Shuhang quietly opened his cell phone and made the screen show the number of Medicine Master.
In this way, if something was wrong, he could immediately call Medicine Master for help. It would be a little bit embarrassing, but he would just throw his ‘face’ away as far as he could if his life was endangered.
Song Shuhang's eyes were still fixed on the back.
A moment later, someone slowly stepped out of a dead corner.
"Not bad! You can find me even though I have hidden myself so well." This was a hunky man who was almost two meters tall.
With a shaved head, he made people feel overwhelmed. However… the weird thing was that this guy had a ‘peaceful’ face.
Yes, even with a shaved head and an overwhelming figure, this guy had a ‘harmless and cute’ face.
Damn, what a sharp contrast!
What's more, with such a big size, he still managed to follow Song Shuhang quietly. This guy's skills in hiding and sneaking must have reached the limit.
"Who are you and why are you following me?" Song Shuhang asked, narrowing his eyes. He could see the bulging muscles of the big man, full of power.
"Don't be so nervous, Student Song Shuhang. I am also a student of Jiangnan College. I’m Vice President of Free Combat Club, Nan Haomeng." The big guy introduced himself, and then clenched his fist, "I was following you because, last night, two boys of our Free Combat Club were given a lesson by you when they were molesting a girl..."
"Oh, so your boys complained tearfully to you that they were bullied by me, and then you come to me to avenge them?" said Song Shuhang.
If it were two days ago, Song Shuhang would flee as fast as he could if he found a big guy was clenching his fist at him.
But now, after taking tempering liquid twice and practicing the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ and ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯, Shuhang didn’t feel scared at all. He wouldn’t hesitate if he had to have a fight with this man.
Besides, since this guy was the boss of those 'bad boys', he was not the one who was investigating him at school yesterday at noon as Shuhang met the bad boys and short-haired girl last night.
"Haha! No, no, the two guys didn't dare to tell me that they had molested a girl. If I hadn't overheard them talking, I wouldn't have known they'd been beaten. I knew they messed around with bad boys, but I didn’t expect that these good-for-nothing idiots even dared to molest a little girl too weak to truss a chicken. I've beaten them hard too and I’m sure they can’t get out of bed in the coming days." Nan Haomeng smiled harmlessly.
A little girl too weak to truss a chicken? Big guy, it’s just because you didn't see the girl in her Rage Mode. If you had been present this afternoon, you would have seen that girl sec-kill eleven bad boys in ten seconds, and then I’m sure you wouldn’t describe her as ‘a little girl too weak to truss a chicken’.
"Then why were you following me?" Song Shuhang asked in a low voice.
"Well, according to the two idiots, Student Shuhang was really something. So I want to try it myself." Nan Haomeng stilled smiled harmlessly. He was strong since he was a child. He was big, and had the strength twice greater than an ordinary man’s. In Free Combat Club, nobody could beat him, which made him feel a little bit lonely.
Thus, when Nan Haomeng heard that someone could lift one of his boys off the ground by the head with a single arm, his instinct told him he would find a good opponent. So, he was happily following Song Shuhang all the way here.
Now, after seeing Song Shuhang in person, he was more convinced that this junior brother who looked much thinner and shorter than him was actually a martial arts master!
"Of course, you may take it as taking revenge for my boys. Then, you may feel angry and probably try harder when you fight with me. Anyway, it is one of the reasons why I’m here for you." Nan Haomeng assumed a fighting stance, his eyes shining.
In an instant, he changed from a harmless man to a fierce beast.
"All of this nonsense aside, you just want to have a fight with me, right?" said Song Shuhang.
"Yes, I just wanted to have a fight with you." Nan Haomeng grinned. "Besides… it was you who made me talk so much just now. As a matter of fact, I'm a quiet person, as I prefer to talk with my fists."
"..." Song Shuhang.
You are a quiet person? If you are a quiet person, is there anyone who is not quiet in the world?
"I'm coming!" Nan Haomeng approached Song Shuhang with a sliding step, clenched his right fist and was about to give Song Shuhang a powerful and heavy straight punch.
Song Shuhang didn’t dare to underestimate him. He had just begun his Foundation Establishment today, so he would not take the big guy too lightly.
Seeing Nan Haomeng was trying to hit him with a straight punch, Song Shuhang turned his wrist and applied Basic Fist—Number Three smoothly.
He twisted his fingers, claw-shaped his hands, and moved his arms like a dancing dragon.
Turning his fingers, he grasped the wrist of Nan Haomeng with great precision. Nan Haomeng’s hand was held firmly and couldn’t go further even half an inch.
Nan Haomeng felt pain in his wrist. The fingers on his wrist were as powerful as steel pincers. A man of Song Shuhang’s size was someone he could just throw away with a single arm. He struggled hard a few times, but Song Shuhang’s fingers remained as still as a hill.
At this time, Song Shuhang frowned slightly—too weak!
This guy was just too weak.
Though he had such a big size and his punch seemed powerful, the strength of his fist just made him feel like he was holding a kid’s fist.