Chapter 60

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"Just a moment ago, you were shouting so loudly. Come on, let's keep fighting!" Under the night sky, at the school gate, amidst the groans of the fallen, Jiang Chen's indifferent voice echoed coldly, his gaze sweeping over the remaining people with a mocking sneer that sent shivers down their spines.

Keep fighting? Don't joke around! Seeing the ground littered with fallen bodies and hearing the cries of their companions, the remaining dozen or so thugs trembled in fear. When Jiang Chen's gaze fell upon them, they quickly averted their eyes, not daring to meet his.

At this moment, on the other side, Ye Wen led Xu Li and the other Wing Chun disciples to drive out the thugs who had attempted to set fire to the school. Unfortunately, due to the large number of thugs and Ye Wen's reluctance to use excessive force, one classroom was set on fire.

Seeing the thugs' despicable actions, Ye Wen finally held nothing back. As a master of Dan Qi, his power was not something a group of ordinary thugs could resist. The immense gap in strength was not something numbers could easily make up for.

"You, come here!" In a single glance, Jiang Chen found Ma Jingsheng, who was hiding among the defeated, and spoke calmly, his words carrying an undeniable authority.

"What... What do you want?" Ma Jingsheng looked at Jiang Chen with fear, wanting to turn and run, but his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he could only stiffen his neck and respond.

"I don't want anything, just that you're annoying, and I want to beat you up. Do you have any objections?" Jiang Chen sneered, then stepped forward. With each step, a surging force like a tidal wave swept out.

"Bang!" As if hit by a speeding car, Ma Jingsheng trembled and was sent flying backward, crashing into several of his subordinates before slamming into the wall of the street behind him. He paused for a few seconds on the wall before falling heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng..." Seeing Ma Jingsheng severely injured, the remaining thugs were terrified and quickly rushed over to surround him.

"How about it? Now you should know what I want, right?" Jiang Chen spoke calmly, stepping forward again, his gaze fixed on Ma Jingsheng.

Each step, like a weight on the hearts of the thugs, made their hearts race. The sound of his footsteps seemed to control their heartbeats, increasing their fear.

"Ah! Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!" One of Ma Jingsheng's loyal subordinates, unable to bear the fear, roared and raised a large steel wrench, smashing it down at Jiang Chen.

"Overestimating yourself." With a cold snort, Jiang Chen didn't move, but a surging force naturally erupted from his body, striking the attacker.

"Bang!" With a dull thud, the thug received the same treatment as his boss, being sent flying into the wall behind him.

Beating people like hanging paintings! With Jiang Chen's current martial arts skills, this was effortless. However, using such power against a group of thugs was somewhat degrading.

"Swallowing..." Seeing this, the surrounding area was filled with the sound of people swallowing their saliva. Even the Wing Chun disciples were shocked, let alone the thugs, who now felt an unprecedented and overwhelming fear.

"Do you still want to fight?" Jiang Chen stepped forward slowly, his calm words carrying an indescribable pressure. Seeing their fallen companions, no one dared to respond or make a move, only retreating step by step.

People are like this: when in a desperate situation, if they see a glimmer of hope, they will fight to the death to seize it. But if there is no hope, they will despair. Unable to burst forth in despair, they can only wait helplessly for their fate to be decided.

"Very good, knowing fear at least shows you have a chance of redemption." Jiang Chen spoke coldly, his gaze piercingly fixed on Ma Jingsheng. "Go back and tell your boss that in three days, I will be waiting for him at the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall. If he doesn't show up, I can't guarantee what I might do. Take your subordinates and get out!"

With Jiang Chen's command, Ma Jingsheng and his group were like prisoners released, the less injured supporting the more injured, fleeing in a disorganized manner.

Ye Wen frowned and asked, "Why not wait for the police to arrest them?"

"It's useless." Jiang Chen shook his head. "If they didn't have the support of foreigners, they wouldn't be so arrogant. Even if the police arrest them all, they won't be detained for long. So, instead of relying on the police, I'll find a way to deal with them myself."

"This..." Ye Wen fell into deep thought, but he knew Jiang Chen was right. "Alright, we'll handle this ourselves."

"Not 'we,' but 'I.'" Jiang Chen looked at Ye Wen, his expression suddenly serious. "Master, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?" Seeing Jiang Chen's unusual expression, Ye Wen felt a sense of unease, instinctively sensing an indescribable tremor.

"Ah..." Sighing, knowing he couldn't hide it, Jiang Chen spoke frankly. "Master, when I visited your home yesterday and saw your wife, I noticed her health was very poor. Although I may not be well-versed in many things, I have some knowledge of medicine. From what I can see, your wife may have a serious illness..."

"What?!" Ye Wen's expression changed dramatically.

"Master, although I know the reality is harsh, I must tell you seriously—" Jiang Chen stared at the man before him, not a master but an ordinary husband. "Your wife is really very ill!"

Hearing Jiang Chen's words, Ye Wen swayed, taking several steps back before steadying himself. "What illness? Is there a cure?"

"Cancer, it's cancer." Jiang Chen sighed. "To my knowledge, there is currently no medical treatment for this illness. I might be able to use my own true energy to help your wife prolong her life, but I can't guarantee how long it will last."

"How could this happen?" Ye Wen asked, unsure if he was asking Jiang Chen or himself.

"Master, the most important thing for you now is to be with your wife and make her last days as happy as possible," Jiang Chen said.

"How much time does she have?" Ye Wen's voice was already choked with emotion. "How long can I be with her?"

"Be with her as long as you can." As the world's greatest expert, Jiang Chen felt a sense of powerlessness. No matter how powerful his martial arts were, what could he do in the face of the death brought by illness?

Ye Wen turned away, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then turned back to Jiang Chen with a forced smile. "Ah Chen, thank you for being honest with me."

"This is what I should do," Jiang Chen sighed.

Ye Wen continued, "Ah Chen, in the coming days, I will be with your wife, so the school matters will have to be left to you."

"This is what I should do." Facing Ye Wen's words, Jiang Chen could only respond instinctively, feeling the sadness in Ye Wen's voice.

Ye Wen said no more, reaching out to pat Jiang Chen's shoulder lightly before turning and walking away. In the night, his figure seemed desolate.

Jiang Chen stood there, watching him leave until his figure disappeared around the street corner, then sighed.

"Ah..."

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