C75 Little Girl!?

"Let's get moving on the next drill," Zhang Chen called out, his eagerness palpable.

He knew that ramping up his training was the key to rapid growth.

"Okay."

Loong San agreed, positioning himself a meter in front of Zhang Chen. "If you can dodge, we'll move on to the next drill. No breaks allowed."

"Understood. Bring it on," Zhang Chen replied nonchalantly.

Loong San's lips curved into a slight smile as he warned, "I'm starting now."

Zhang Chen braced himself, eyes locked on Loong San's fist, and urged, "Hurry up."

In an instant, Loong San lunged.

Zhang Chen, fixated on the incoming blow, sidestepped with a burst of speed, a smirk spreading across his face.

But then, his body froze.

A split second later, a crushing force slammed into his chest!

Zhang Chen's smirk turned to shock as he was sent flying backward uncontrollably!

He gasped from the searing pain.

Crashing to the ground with a thud, Zhang Chen coughed violently before struggling to his feet.

He felt like he'd been nearly dismantled by the impact.

Looking up, his eyes were wide with shock.

Now, Zhang Chen realized just how challenging this first drill was.

"Again!"

"Again!" he repeated, over and over, losing track of time and the number of times he'd been thrown.

The pain wasn't for nothing; Zhang Chen was piecing together patterns and the relationship between his reactions and where he was struck.

Eventually, he glimpsed a pattern, but his body was failing to keep up.

"Again," he said, voice weak.

Loong San shook his head. "Time's up. You're out of steam. We'll continue tomorrow."

Zhang Chen just sat there, breathing hard.

He couldn't tell if he felt disappointment or relief.

After Loong San had gone, Zhang Chen dragged his exhausted frame back to the villa and mustered the strength for a hot shower.

He glanced in the mirror and noticed his skin was a patchwork of bruises.

It took him an eternity to make it back to his bedroom.

Once under the covers, he quickly succumbed to sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Chen's eyes fluttered open, groggy.

He glanced around—the day had already broken.

Trying to sit up, he was met with a jolt of sharp pain that left him dizzy.

Zhang Chen gasped, his face contorting in agony.

Looking up, he was horrified to see someone sitting at the foot of his bed!

Zhang Chen cried out, springing from the bed in alarm.

A familiar voice responded, "I wouldn't dare claim that honor."

Once his vision cleared, Zhang Chen's mouth twitched as the pain intensified.

Loong San spoke up, "Lee Junyi has arrived. It's related to the Lin family."

Zhang Chen, taken aback, inquired, "When did he get here?"

"About an hour ago."

Zhang Chen was at a loss for words.

"Invite him in."

The door swung open, and Li Junyi entered, grinning and bowing deferentially.

Propped against the wall, Zhang Chen asked through gritted teeth, "What's going on with the Lin family?"

Lee Junyi replied with reverence, "Young Master Chen, Lin Junkai has come to me."

"Speak."

Zhang Chen commanded coolly.

Lee Junyi hurriedly began, "Lin Junkai wants to borrow money, and he's asked me to arrange a meeting with your wife."

"Borrow money?"

Zhang Chen's brow creased, puzzled, "Why does he need to borrow money from you?"

Lee Junyi boasted, "Young Master Chen, I've managed to find out through indirect questioning. Lin Junkai has a buyer lined up. He's planning to purchase poison!"

"He then wants me to lure your wife out, using the pretense of visiting Old Master Lin, to pin the blame for the poisoning on her once more."

A glint of ice flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes.

Lin Junkai was persisting in his schemes!

Zhang Chen was lost in thought.

This time, he was determined to apprehend Lin Junkai.

A determined spark in his eyes, Zhang Chen quickly bent down to whisper into Li Junyi's ear.

After a moment, Lee Junyi affirmed, "Understood, Young Master Chen. I'll take care of it right away."

With that, he turned and swiftly exited the room.

A subtle smirk began to curl at the corners of Zhang Chen's mouth.

Lin Junkai was cornered with no way out this time!

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone.

He glanced at the caller ID—it was an unfamiliar number.

With a furrowed brow, Zhang Chen pressed the answer button, and a woman's voice filtered through. "Young Master Chen, are you available? A young lady has arrived at our hotel claiming she wishes to meet with you."

Zhang Chen paused, taken aback.

A young lady?