CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 125: AFTERMATH

Chen Shouyi drew his sword, and the injury on his chest made him gasp in pain.

During the fight, he was so focused that he felt no pain, but now, as he relaxed, his chest burned with pain.

He opened his blood-soaked shirt, revealing a terrible wound stretching from his left chest down to his ribs, with blood continuously gushing out.

Immediately, he controlled the muscles in his chest to close the wound.

Damn it!

He had never been injured this severely before.

Chen Shouyi coldly glanced at the bald man still standing there with eyes wide open, unwavering.

The long sword suddenly swung fiercely, and a head flew off into the sky.

Then he quickly strode towards the villa, covering five or six meters with each step, and within seconds, he was inside, glanced around, then went to the second floor and kicked open one of the rooms.

He took a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket, put them on, opened a wardrobe to find some random clothes, and a suitcase, then went to the bathroom to take off his bloody clothes, turned on the shower, and quickly washed off the blood.

During this, he checked the wound and found that the bleeding had completely stopped.

Half a minute later, Chen Shouyi changed into new clothes, put the bloody clothes and sword into the suitcase, carefully cleaned the blood traces left in the bathroom, and quickly walked out of the villa.

He didn’t touch any of the valuables inside, not even the stacks of money on the coffee table in the living room; he only glanced at them before looking away.

This was a residential area, and the commotion from the fight likely had already drawn attention.

Chances are, the police are already on their way here.

He didn’t exit through the main door, instead using a stone to break the roadside surveillance camera, jumped over the wall, and walked onto a shaded path.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, the sound of police sirens could be heard faintly.

Standing by the roadside outside, Chen Shouyi looked calmly as three police cars drove past, and shortly after, he flagged down a taxi.

At this moment, he keenly noticed the driver glancing at him through the rearview mirror from time to time.

Having just been through a slaughter, he was most sensitive to such attention. He said without a change of expression, "Driver, is there something on my face?"

"Oh, nothing? It’s just that your beard seems to have come loose! Are you going to that cosplay thing?" the driver laughed, unaware.

"It’s cosplay!"

"Right, right, cosplay, you youngsters have interesting hobbies, huh?"

Chen Shouyi looked into the rearview mirror and felt slightly relieved to find that indeed, the corner of his beard was sticking out, but thankfully it hadn’t fallen off completely.

This glue is too unreliable; just one shower and it can’t stick anymore. He fixed his beard again in the mirror.

As soon as the car entered the city, Chen Shouyi decisively got off.

He found a less crowded alley, removed his disguise, took out his sword, and left the suitcase aside.

After coming out from the other end of the alley, he got into another taxi and headed straight for the hotel.

...

"Today, the police received a report from a citizen about a major murder case in a high-end villa community in the Central District. Two people died on the spot in a fierce fight, and the killer fled the scene. After the police received the report, they quickly dispatched forces to the murder site.

But what happened next was a huge twist.

During the police search of the villa, several abductees were found in the basement, and in an aqua regia tank inside, the remains of un-dissolved bones were also discovered.

Reportedly, the two deceased were not Xia Country citizens but were tourists from abroad...

The police are still investigating this case closely. Citizens with any information are urged to contact this station promptly..."

Chen Shouyi closed the webpage.

"I didn’t expect there were people hidden in the villa; they must be the martial artists who have gone missing recently!" he thought to himself.

Chen Shouyi completely relaxed. What he feared most was the police not finding any evidence, leading to an all-out investigation against him.

Now with solid evidence, not only were those two martial artists, but even Cao Zhenhua is likely exposed as well.

This way, the police’s focus on this ’mysterious killer’ would drop significantly.

Though his actions may not align with the law, they adhere to justice!

Moreover, for such figures as martial artists, his actions that completely disregard legal procedures would at worst be considered small missteps, likely to be overlooked by turning a blind eye.

At this moment, he felt the wound seem to itch more and more, as if countless ants were crawling over it, making him want to scratch it hard.

Chen Shouyi immediately took off his clothes and checked the wound.

At a glance, he was slightly stunned.

The wound on his chest had completely scabbed over, looking somewhat dark, as if more than ten days had passed. He gently pressed the scar and found that besides a faint pain, there seemed to be no major issue.

He moved his arm a bit and found nothing wrong truly.

It had only been seven or eight hours.

Is the effect of primary self-healing really this impressive?

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Chen Shouyi quickly put on his clothes again, closed the bedroom door, opened the door, and saw it was his neighbor again.

"Senior, you’re back. Would you like to have some grapes?" Song Tingting said, joyfully.

She wore a loose long-sleeve T-shirt and a beige pleated short skirt below, revealing long, fair, shapely legs. She seemed to have just bathed, carrying a slight creamy fragrance, with a slightly chubby babyish face that was flushed pink, looking as tender as if it could be pinched to produce water.

Chen Shouyi looked away; this girl was really too polite. Didn’t they eat before?

"Oh, thank you!"

Song Tingting, not being shy, seeing Chen Shouyi turn around, chuckled, and followed him in, quickly closing the door.

Coming back from the kitchen, having accepted her offerings twice, Chen Shouyi felt a bit embarrassed: "Didn’t you say you’d like to learn some swordsmanship from me? When I have some time, I’ll teach you."

"Really, senior!" Song Tingting said joyfully. Learning the sword wasn’t important; what’s important is she’d have a legitimate reason to interact with the senior in the future.

"Of course, but I’m not available every day." Chen Shouyi reminded in advance.

"How about now?" Song Tingting asked expectantly.

"Now?" Chen Shouyi hesitated for a moment, thinking he wasn’t particularly busy: "Alright, I’ll get a training sword for you."

He opened his bedroom door, closed it, glanced at the Shell Lady watching cartoons, took out both swords, walked out, and immediately shut the door, handing over one wooden sword: "Let’s see you make a thrust first."

Song Tingting took the wooden sword and immediately felt its heaviness, probably weighing over ten kilograms.

No way!

She bit her lip in determination, gathered all her strength, thrust it sideways, her face flushed, and a fine sweat broke on her forehead.

Seeing her poor performance, Chen Shouyi immediately realized: "Does it feel a bit heavy? This sword is a heavy wooden sword."

"Still... it’s alright, not too heavy. I can handle it." Feeling her sore arms, Song Tingting insisted: "Senior, please teach me."

Seeing the girl obviously struggling, Chen Shouyi said helplessly: "Forget it, if you can’t even lift it, don’t use the sword. Just do the movements directly."

"Okay then, senior." Song Tingting sighed in relief and carefully put down the wooden sword.

Chen Shouyi could already see how poor her fundamentals were—not to say they could be called fundamentals—she was far below even his initial stage, having literally no foundation.

What a bother.

"Start practicing with the footwork first!"