Chapter 010
The cold wind in January was biting and frigid. Ye Zhendong instinctively shrank his neck and pulled up the collar of his windbreaker a little higher to prevent the cold air from seeping in. In truth, he did not feel cold; six months of consistent training had significantly strengthened his body and greatly increased his resistance. It was merely a habit. He had just seen off Xiao Lizzi at the car and was now jogging home. Apart from him and Xiao Lizzi, Liu Hai and Zhang Xingguo were both locals of S City, and by now, they had long disappeared to chase after girls. School life could be stifling, and once the holidays arrived, everyone seemed to be released from prison, vanishing in an instant.
My name is Ye Zhendong
The police officer glanced at him with a hint of difficulty and hesitantly said, "This ... ... "
Seeing this situation, Ye Zhendong could not ask any further and quickly said: "It's nothing, I was just asking casually, my apologies"
Indeed, before he could return home, a white Mercedes-Benz suddenly blocked his path. Two men in suits jumped out of the car and approached him, drawing handguns from their clothing and disengaging the safety catches. One of the men, as he walked, cursed fiercely, saying: "Damn it, why do you have to meddle? Now you will learn the consequences of your meddling."
However, during this period, Ye Zhendong subtly sensed that Meixue had changed somewhat. Not only did he sometimes return home to find Meixue missing, but even during their training in the consciousness space at night, Meixue would silently vanish without a trace, leaving him alone to endure the torment from the shadows. What exactly was Meixue doing? Ye Zhendong was perplexed. Yet, he did not inquire, as everyone should have a bit of personal space, and Meixue was no exception. What exactly was Meixue doing? Ye Zhendong was perplexed. Yet, he did not inquire, as everyone should have a bit of personal space, and Meixue was no exception
Ye Zhendong's curiosity was piqued, and he nodded before following the doctor inside
Suddenly, a sharp screech of brakes sounded behind him. Ye Zhendong turned back in shock and saw a red Ferrari skidding horizontally across the center of the road, veering out of its lane and crashing into a streetlight. The front of the car was severely dented. White smoke billowed out in puffs. Ye Zhendong couldn't help but exclaim in regret, feeling a pang of sympathy for the Ferrari. Just as he was about to approach to check if the driver was okay, the car door swung open with a screech, and a figure quickly leaped out.
"Alright," Ye Zhendong asked curiously, "Who is he? Why would someone want to kill him?" When Ye Zhendong was looking through his clothes, he had seen his identification card, which bore a very ordinary name: Li Tie
Saving lives is urgent. Ye Zhendong did not have time to think carefully and flagged down a truck to take him to the central hospital
After the questioning was completed, the surgery was also nearly finished. The injured party was no longer in life-threatening condition; the bullet had grazed the heart, and if it had been off by just half a point more, it would have been fatal. Upon hearing the doctor say this, Ye Zhendong let out a long sigh of relief. After all, he was the one who saved the person, and he was also the one who paid for the hospitalization and surgery. He certainly did not want the individual to die just like that, as he would have no one to claim the money from. However, as the doctor spoke, a strange expression appeared on his face, and he continued, "The injured party has awakened; he wishes to see the person who saved him?"
Ye Zhenhe's heart raced as he saw the two armed men looking in his direction. Instinctively, he turned and ran, darting into the bushes by the roadside. This area was on the outskirts, flanked by dense thickets, and rarely frequented by pedestrians. It was no wonder these two men felt so brazen; upon seeing Ye Zhenhe flee, they did not pursue him but instead returned to their vehicle and quickly departed.
"No," Ye Zhendong shook his head, "At that time, the distance was too far; I could only see them wearing black uniforms, and their appearances were completely indistinguishable."
Ye Zhendong and the police officer were both taken aback. The surgery had just been completed, and the effects of the anesthesia had not yet worn off, yet the injured person unexpectedly woke up. What kind of monster is this?
"Mr. Li, if you were to see the murderer again, would you be able to recognize their appearance?" the police officer asked politely
"Um, good, what is your name?" the injured man asked, nodding.
With such agile skills, Ye Zhendong couldn't help but silently praise; someone with such agility was undoubtedly not an ordinary person, so he need not worry too much. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a sudden screech of brakes pierced the air. A white Mercedes came to a halt, barely avoiding a collision with the Ferrari ahead. Two men in black suits jumped out of the car, each brandishing a handgun, and opened fire on the person who had just leaped from the Ferrari. With three loud bangs, the bullets struck the individual who had run from the Ferrari, causing him to collapse to the ground, motionless; it seemed he would not survive. A white Mercedes came to a halt, barely avoiding a collision with the Ferrari ahead. Two men in black suits jumped out of the car, each brandishing a handgun, and opened fire on the person who had just leaped from the Ferrari. With three loud bangs, the bullets struck the individual who had run from the Ferrari, causing him to collapse to the ground, motionless; it seemed he would not survive.
At this moment, he had a vague intuition that his future life might face significant upheaval
The winter vacation is approaching quickly, and most people will be going home to celebrate the New Year. Ye Zhendong also intended to return, but unexpectedly...
My name is Li Tie. As he spoke, Li Tie trembled as he extended his right hand, and Ye Zhendong also reached out his right hand, their hands clasping tightly together
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However, no matter how remarkable the advancements in the realm of consciousness may be, they merely represent progress in awareness. Every morning, Ye Zhendong still runs to school. On weekends, he spends the entire day exercising in the real world. He strives to ensure that his body can keep pace with the reactions of his consciousness. One should not assume that Ye Zhendong is a particularly diligent person; rather, the dissonance between his consciousness and body brings him considerable discomfort, compelling him to exercise. Otherwise, given his inherently lazy nature, he would never be so industrious. Half a year has quickly passed, and now he himself is uncertain of his strength. Nevertheless, he should be able to handle about ten ordinary individuals.
After a long day of registration and queuing, the man who had been shot was finally taken into the operating room. Ye Zhendong had previously searched his clothes; after all, it was not his business, and he certainly could not use his own money to pay for the medical expenses. However, apart from some loose change, the only thing he found was a platinum credit card. With no other choice, he had to pay for the hospitalization procedures himself. Just as he was catching his breath and thinking about sitting down to rest, the police arrived.
It was already past four in the afternoon when Ye Zhendong came out of the hospital. He did not call for a car but jogged home, thinking about what had just happened. Who was that Li Tie? Why did those two men want to kill him? Both of those men had guns, which certainly indicated they were not ordinary people. China's gun control is famously strict worldwide; without connections or a background, it is absolutely impossible to obtain firearms. What puzzled him the most was Li Tie. Why did he fall asleep right after the surgery, while the effects of the anesthetic had not yet worn off? How could he have such a strong constitution?
Ye Zhendong nodded and said, "You're welcome, it was just a small effort, but you will need to reimburse me for the hospital fees. Hehe." In truth, Ye Zhendong did not care about the money; he merely wanted to ease the atmosphere. Upon hearing this, the man also chuckled lightly and replied, "Alright, I will repay you a hundredfold."
"We will discuss these matters later. Take a good rest and recover from your injuries before returning my money," Ye Zhendong said, patting him kindly on the shoulder.
The person who was shot was a young man, tall and exceptionally handsome, though a long scar above his eyebrow was somewhat striking. However, it did not detract from his attractiveness; rather, it added a touch of rugged charm. His gray leisure outfit was now stained with blood, with three gunshot wounds to his chest and abdomen. Under normal circumstances, a person would not survive such injuries, yet Ye Zhendong was astonished to find that he still had a faint breath.
The injured man appeared pale, yet his spirits were high, and his eyes sparkled with vitality. Upon seeing Ye Zhendong enter, he even struggled to sit up, completely unlike someone who had just undergone surgery. Observing this situation, Ye Zhendong quickly stepped forward, pressing him back down and signaling for him not to rise, considering he had just had an operation. The man struggled a few times but could not get up, so he had to lie back down, looking at Ye Zhendong with eyes filled with gratitude, and with a hoarse voice, he managed to say: "Thank you".
In the spirit of cooperation between the police and the public, Ye Zhendong answered all of the police officer's questions. After finally completing the statement, the police officer shook his hand and politely said, "Mr. Ye, thank you very much for your cooperation. If you remember anything special, please inform us."
Ye Zhendong poked his head out from the bushes and, seeing the white Mercedes-Benz drive away, finally emerged and ran over to the side of the person who had been shot.
The days ahead became somewhat boring yet fulfilling. During the day, I attended classes, and at night, I entered the realm of consciousness for training. Gradually, Ye Zhendong was able to engage with the shadow, matching its speed and movements. The five techniques of the Xuanyuan Battle Method were practiced to perfection, each move executed with impeccable precision and astonishing power. Eventually, even the shadow could no longer defend itself and was left in a state of disarray by Ye Zhendong's attacks. However, the most frustrating aspect was that the shadow maintained a single expression, making Ye Zhendong feel as if he were striking a wooden figure. As the shadow could no longer withstand his attacks, Ye Zhendong naturally believed he had achieved mastery of his skills. Little did he know, this was merely the beginning of his nightmare, as Meixue suddenly summoned three shadows to spar with him, and the hardships began anew.