Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class

Chapter 113 - Panicky Old Wang, Accidentally Smashing People

Chapter 113: Panicky Old Wang, Accidentally Smashing People

“Who is it?” Teacher Dai suddenly opened his eyes.

Teacher Dai’s name was Dai Zhenghao.

He had already woken up when Wang Zhixing opened the door.

In order not to alert the enemy, he continued to pretend to be asleep.

Dai Zhenghao quickly stood up and turned on the lights. He saw a figure enter the room.

The room lit up at once.

Wang Zhixing had no experience. He stood there in shock.

Dai Zhenghao stared at Wang Zhixing with the ferocious eyes of a tiger that had been lying dormant for a long time.

When he saw the rope in Wang Zhixing’s hands, he immediately understood his intentions.

“What a joke. I’m a first-rate martial artist, and someone actually wants to kidnap me. You must want to die.”

Dai Zhenghao felt as if he had been insulted. He was especially livid.

In the next second…

The aura of a first-rate martial artist suddenly spread out. The blanket on the bed, the cup on the bedside table—everything was sent flying away.

Wang Zhixing’s eyes narrowed. He knew that this was bad.

His operation failed. He would have to retreat first.

“Trying to leave?

“No way!”

Dai Zhenghao dashed forward and grabbed Wang Zhixing’s shoulder with a claw-like grip.

“A loser like you wants to kidnap me? You really know how to pick your target. I’ll crush your bones.”

Dai Zhenghao was a first-rate martial artist. Doing so was as easy as crushing an egg for him.

Dai Zhenghao was very confident because, in his eyes, Wang Zhixing was just an ordinary person.

Could an ordinary person’s bones be harder than a rock?

The veins on the back of his hand suddenly popped out, and he squeezed hard.

Ka ka—

Bones cracked.

However, the bones that shattered belonged to Dai Zhenghao.

Dai Zhenghao’s expression changed drastically.

“How is this possible?”

He felt as if his hand had grabbed onto an extremely hard piece of steel.

He’s just an ordinary person?

How can this be?

According to the theory, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction[1]. In this case, Dai Zhenghao’s five fingers broke immediately.

At this moment, Dai Zhenghao realized that the person before him was not simple.

At this moment, Wang Zhixing was unaware of what Dai Zhenghao was thinking.

His only thought now was to escape.

He was trespassing right now. It was illegal.

If he was caught, he would be in big trouble.

Therefore, when he saw that his shoulder was being grabbed, he twisted his shoulder and swung his arm back with all his might to get rid of Dai Zhenghao.

Just as Dai Zhenghao wondered about Wang Zhixing’s identity, he suddenly felt a tremendous force coming towards him.

It was like a large swing hammer at an amusement park. Dai Zhenghao was flung away instantly.

There was a loud bang.

Dai Zhenghao crashed heavily into the bedroom wall like a ball of clay.

A few cracks appeared on the wall where the collision occurred. Dai Zhenghao fell to the ground as if his entire skeleton had collapsed.

Because Wang Zhixing was so nervous, he did not look back and ran out the door.

At that moment, everyone in the building woke up.

After all, such a huge commotion had happened.

“Who’s still training at this hour?”

Many people walked out of the room and immediately started arguing.

On the other hand, Wang Zhixing was sprinting as fast as he could.

He took less than ten seconds to go from the fifth floor to the first floor.

Then, like a flash of lightning, he quickly passed through the open space and arrived at the base of the high wall. Then, with a leap, he finally escaped.

Wang Zhixing breathed a sigh of relief.

…

Wind Riding Dojo, in the residential building.

“Uncle, something has happened to Zhenghao.”

Dai Ruijun rubbed his eyes. He had just walked out of the door when someone shouted from downstairs.

Dai Ruijun rushed downstairs.

There were already plenty of people gathered on the fifth level.

“What happened?” Dai Ruijun asked with a frown.

A youth walked out of the room with a desolate expression.

“Uncle, Zhenghao, he…” The youth had tears on his face.

Dai Ruijun’s face was dark. He had a bad feeling.

Without waiting for the youth to finish his words, he immediately rushed in.

There were also many people in the room.

Their expressions were similar to that of the youth.

Dai Ruijun walked to the bedroom door and saw a young man lying on the floor covered in blood.

In an instant, he felt intense pain in his heart.

“Zhenghao, Zhenghao…” He dashed over frantically.

In the pool of blood, Dai Zhenghao had already stopped breathing. All the bones in his body were broken, and he was deader than dead.

“Who, who killed Zhenghao?!”

Dai Ruijun’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared at the top of his lungs.

Everyone lowered their heads in silence.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the bedroom became particularly heavy.

At this moment, a few old men walked in.

These old men were from Dai Ruijun’s father’s generation.

After learning of the situation, they were also very distressed.

…

The next day, Wang Zhixing opened his eyes early in a park on the outskirts of Chen County.

After an entire night of cultivation, he had regained his composure.

“I wonder how the Wind Riding Dojo is doing?”

“I was covered head to toe yesterday, so I don’t think I was exposed!”

Wang Zhixing was perturbed and felt uncertain. He thought it would be better to take a look.

Hence, he changed out of his clothes, found a trash can, and threw away his sunglasses and cap.

After all, his son was a police officer. He was quite good at anti-reconnaissance.

After changing, Wang Zhixing went to the public toilet in the park to wash his face.

When the sun was completely out, he rushed to Wind Riding Dojo.

…

Sitting at the breakfast shop, Wang Zhixing would occasionally take a few glances at the gates of Wind Riding Dojo.

Presently the main gate was closed, and there was no movement at all.

Wang Zhixing looked at his watch. It was almost eight.

Today was also Sunday. Logically speaking, the dojo should have opened long ago.

Wang Zhixing found this rather strange.

Time slowly passed.

The number of people in the breakfast shop gradually increased, and it became livelier.

“Hey, have you heard?”

“I know what you want to say.”

“Who do you think is powerful enough to kill people from the Wind Riding Dojo?”

When he heard their conversation, Wang Zhixing had a sudden change of expression. He had nearly spat out his soy milk.

A Murder?

Who killed who?

I only went to kidnap him. When did I kill someone?

Did I make some sort of mistake?

Wang Zhixing subconsciously thought of himself.

Therefore, he pricked up his ears and continued listening to their conversation.

“I heard that the person who died was a teacher with the surname Dai.”

“Isn’t that nonsense? Which teacher in the Wind Riding Dojo doesn’t have the surname Dai?”

“The people who run this dojo should be good at fighting! How did he get killed?”

“I’m not too sure about that. I only heard from a friend at the hospital that the man died a horrible death. It was like he was hit by a car. All the bones in his body were broken and his internal organs were ruptured.”

“That’s terrifying. Didn’t they say that he was killed in his room? How did he die in such a bizarre manner?”

“Who knows? Alright, I’m going to carry bricks.”

…

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhixing’s expression changed greatly.

For some reason, the more he listened, the more flustered he became.

Wang Zhixing tried to recall last night’s events.

He remembered that when that person had grabbed his shoulders, he had flung him away.

Flung him away!!!

When he thought of this, Wang Zhixing’s eyes suddenly froze.

He seemed to have heard a loud bang when he shook that person off.

No way! No way!

Did I really kill someone?

At this moment, Wang Zhixing was panicking. His forehead was covered in a cold sweat, and his hand was trembling.

While he was panicking, a police car roared past and stopped in front of the Wind Riding Dojo.

[1] Newton’s Third Law