Chapter 5

### Chapter 5: Hidden Dangers (Part 2)

In this world, the establishment of school clubs is not a casual affair. Each club must not only be approved by the school but also registered with the corresponding government association. Finally, it must pass a rigorous evaluation by professionals before it can officially recruit members on campus. In a sense, these clubs are more like specialized talent training institutions on Earth, focusing on developing specific professional skills among their members, serving as an important auxiliary to school education.

Wang Yue's Yorkshire Medical University is a decent school, and the "Martial Arts Club" he joined is said to be a branch of a highly renowned "Martial Artists Club" in the area. After graduation, the top performers from each class are often directly selected to join the club, with benefits that are jaw-dropping. Therefore, the Martial Arts Club conducts several routine evaluations each semester, with the lowest performers being eliminated.

Wang Yue's physical condition was poor, and he was not very active in the club. In the past two evaluations, his performance was not good, and he had received a warning from the coach to attend specialized training during the summer break. Otherwise, if he failed the evaluation when school resumed in September, he would have to leave the club.

"What should we do? School is about to start." Mi Xue's face changed, and she became anxious.

"Don't worry. Although my body isn't strong, martial arts isn't just about strength." Wang Yue smiled reassuringly. "You know, my father is a police officer. Even though I didn't train at the club, I learned a lot of martial arts techniques from him. Passing the evaluation shouldn't be too difficult."

Wang Yue had only been in this body for three days and hadn't even met Wang Chaozong, so he hadn't learned any martial arts techniques from him. However, he wasn't entirely lying. In his memory, the young Wang Yue had indeed learned some police combat techniques from his father, even though it had been a long time ago, not during this summer.

Mi Xue let out a long sigh of relief and patted her chest. "That's great. I almost forgot, your father, Mr. Wang, was one of the police officers honored by the governor at the end of last year! I heard he solved the serial murder case on Silent Street. To catch such a deranged criminal, his martial arts skills must be incredible. With his guidance, you will definitely pass the evaluation."

"Cheer up, Wang Yue! I support you."

Mi Xue clenched her fist in encouragement, but as soon as Wang Yue looked at her, her face turned red, and she couldn't meet his gaze. She lowered her head and finished the cold drink in her paper cup. "Alright, I'm done. Lunch break is over, and I need to go back to Uncle Wu's shop."

As she spoke, she stood up, took a few steps, but couldn't resist looking back at Wang Yue. She waved happily and rushed out the door.

Wang Yue smiled at the sight, finished his meal, and leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. Once he felt he had all the information from Mi Xue, he left his seat and walked out.

Several antique shops had been broken into and ransacked, but nothing significant was stolen. Moreover, Old Tom's shop was the first to be burglarized on the street three days ago. If he remembered correctly, that day was also when he had left work early to visit Old Tom's antique shop.

Then, "he" had an accident there...

Considering all the clues, all the doubts pointed to Old Tom's shop. Wang Yue decided to visit it again. He walked east along the street to the corner, then turned into a relatively old red-brick alley.

Yorkshire is neither a large nor a small city, with a population of only three to four million, but it has a long history, dating back to the late Middle Ages, about six or seven hundred years ago. Even today, it retains several historical landmarks like St. Mark's Cathedral and the Victory Bell Tower, along with numerous old buildings and streets. This attracts many foreign tourists each year, leading to the proliferation of antique and souvenir shops.

Old Tom's antique shop is one of the better businesses on this commercial street. He deliberately opened it in a somewhat dilapidated and ancient red-brick alley, catering to the tourists' preferences.

However, Wang Yue knew that Old Tom's antique shop was just a front. Most of the so-called antiques in his shop were actually old-looking replicas bought from the black market. The few genuine items were non-sellable display pieces.

Wang Yue slowly turned into the alley, his eyes slightly squinted, his steps rhythmic. To the casual observer, his walking style might seem erratic and unsteady, but in reality, his breathing and steps were in perfect sync. His breaths grew longer, and his gaze became more profound.

No one knew what the outcome of this visit would be, but the events of three days ago constantly reminded Wang Yue to be cautious. The closer he got to Old Tom's antique shop, the lighter his steps became, and his mind became highly focused, his body entering a state of spontaneous alertness.

His back slightly arched as he walked, his toes gripping the ground with spring-like tension, ready to leap at any moment, utilizing his full kinetic energy and strength.

Although his main subject in the Federation was "psychic power," and he had reached the pinnacle of the ninth stage, integrating the "Ten Thousand Sands Pirate Alliance" and becoming one of the most troublesome figures in Federation history, this did not mean he was only proficient in psychic abilities and knew nothing about martial arts.

In any era, regardless of its level of advancement, the military is always the largest violent institution of the state, enjoying the latest technological advancements and maintaining a constant pursuit of physical fitness. Even with the widespread use of large-scale mecha in the Federation's military, which can easily break the sound barrier, the higher the speed, the greater the physical demands on the pilot. Otherwise, the sudden acceleration to several times the force of gravity would cause even the best warriors to suffer heart and brain vessel ruptures, leading to certain death.

In the space age, regardless of the ultimate direction of development, the foundation of a space warrior is always the body.

Wang Yue, in his youth, graduated from a formal military academy and rose from a common soldier. A body capable of supporting ninth-stage psychic power would not be weak. Even decades later, when every battle relied on powerful psychic abilities, he was still at least competent in the basic single-combat skills required by the Federation.

Now, reborn in a teenager's body, his vast psychic power was gone, and in the face of potential danger, he could only rely on the physical abilities he had to uncover and integrate from his memories.

Like a newborn predator, no matter how young, it is still a meat-eater. In a specific environment, the pressure of life forces the potential to be unleashed. As long as it has claws and teeth, it will naturally learn to hunt.

"What happened here?"

About fifty meters from his destination, Wang Yue suddenly stopped. At noon, this alley should have been the least crowded with tourists, but he found a group of people blocking the way ahead, and he recognized the location all too well.

Old Tom's antique shop...

He paused for a moment, then quickly walked over. A police cordon had been set up, and several stern-faced police officers were patrolling the crowd. A white ambulance was parked at the opposite street corner, along with several police cars. A few shop owners stood outside the cordon, peering inside with uneasy expressions, still showing signs of shock.

Standing at the edge of the crowd, Wang Yue listened to the chaotic chatter of the people and quickly determined one thing.

People had died here, and more than one!

In the next moment, the doorbell of Old Tom's antique shop rang, and several people dressed as medical personnel emerged, carrying stretchers.

There were five stretchers, each covered in white cloth, with only a bit of chestnut hair visible through the crowd.

"It's the Old Tom family."

Seemingly an instinctive reaction of this body, Wang Yue felt a tightness in his chest, as if someone had grabbed his heart and squeezed it hard. The pain was intense, and his breathing became constricted, his eyes bloodshot.

"Indeed, there is still a lingering attachment!"

Wang Yue gritted his teeth, straightened his body, and regained control. The momentary loss of control made his face pale.

This was the most frustrating aspect of occupying someone else's body. Although the young body had died in bed, Wang Yue hadn't expected the dying thoughts to be so persistent.

The Old Tom family of five was clearly very familiar to him, and his death was closely related to this shop. This created an almost indelible mark on the body. Even though Wang Yue had integrated the memories with his powerful psychic abilities, the deep-seated "resentment" from the deceased could not be assimilated or absorbed.

This also planted the most terrifying hidden danger in Wang Yue's possession of the body from the very beginning!