078 The Upright Philosophy of Boxing!

Returning to the small villa, Chen Jue first turned on the television. This time, instead of watching documentaries, he put on the local news.

The broadcast was filled with reports on typhoon preparations and defense. According to the current predicted typhoon path, the storm was expected to make landfall in northern Fujian around two o’clock tomorrow morning.

Wen City, situated in southern Zhejiang, lay close to the projected landfall. Though the typhoon would only graze the area, the winds over the sea were forecast to rise above force ten during the night, accompanied by heavy rain, promising extremely harsh weather.

Sitting in the living room, Chen Jue could already feel the windows in the house shaking violently.

The wind whined from the seaside, carrying raindrops, as large as beans, pelting against the glass. When he had just climbed the hillside, the rain had yet to fall, but now, the storm raged in fits and bursts, as if echoing the turmoil within Chen Jue’s heart.

He sat, pondering until nine o’clock, occasionally going to the kitchen to add yellow wine to the simmering fish maw. The aroma of herbs and wine permeated the house, and Chen Jue’s mood gradually calmed, realizing his earlier impatience had been rash.

Originally, he had intended, under cover of night, to don work gloves, wrap his hands, feet, and head with plastic bags, and swim out from the rear cliff, circling around to the pier, and then, under the darkness, board the tycoon’s yacht to investigate or sabotage.

But thinking it over now, he found the idea childish!

Was there any need to expend such effort, risk swimming in the sea, and go to such lengths to snoop around someone else’s boat?

Moreover, even the fishing village pier had surveillance; Chen Jue doubted that a billionaire’s luxury yacht lacked cameras.

With his clumsy disguise, and given that the tycoon already knew his identity and martial prowess, it would not be hard for them to connect the dots afterward.

Rather than stoop to such underhanded schemes, Chen Jue felt that sneaking onto someone’s yacht would be no better than that tycoon who had sent his bodyguard to spy on him.

He had learned and practiced martial arts not for such shady intrigues!

Righteousness and integrity—these were the true essence of the Ship Fist he first learned, the foundation of his skills.

After all, Ship Fist was created to resist coastal pirates.

Pirates were notorious for their cunning, trickery, ambushes, and crooked ways; only upright and honest martial arts could defeat them.

Just like the newly realized finishing move of Ship Fist, “Laughing Eight Immortals”—no matter how rampant the pirates, the coastal fishermen would laugh heartily, risking their lives, facing enemies head-on, willing to perish together in the depths of the sea!

Such indomitable spirit and heroic resolve compelled Chen Jue to pull back from the brink, easing his anger and impulsiveness, restoring clarity and calm.

With this, he felt his mind settle, and his thoughts began to flow freely once more.

He reasoned that since the tycoon’s family had stayed in Yu’s guesthouse, there must be a registration record.

As this notion struck him, Chen Jue left unhurriedly and made his way to the first villa.

Uncle Yu’s family was either busy preparing lunch or watching the news, drinking tea, and scrolling on their phones. Chen Jue, familiar from frequent visits, joined them at the tea table with a friendly smile.

Having grown used to Chen Jue’s presence, Uncle Yu’s family welcomed him warmly. Seeing him arrive alone, likely bored at home and unable to go out due to the typhoon, they quickly brewed him a cup of tea and began chatting.

The mellow, refreshing green tea eased his agitation further. As he conversed with Yu Yue and Uncle Yu, his gaze swept over a thick stack of business cards piled at the side of the tea table.

Many tea enthusiasts liked to keep collected business cards stacked on the table; Chen Jue had often seen small business owners do this back in Hangzhou. Uncle Yu, running a guesthouse, was no exception.

“Uncle, is this card from the tycoon who stayed last night?” Chen Jue asked casually, picking up the top card, which felt a little different—a deep blue, elegant card.

The bold letters “Metropolis Tianchen Group” caught his eye, but the name on the card was not the tycoon’s, but his secretary’s, complete with phone number, contact address, WeChat QR code, and even the group’s website.

“Yes!” Uncle Yu replied.

“That wealthy guest had his secretary register for him last night, only showed his face once during the facial scan. Looked very distinguished,” Uncle Yu said, chuckling.

His guesthouse being chosen by such a prominent figure would certainly give him bragging rights.

Chen Jue merely nodded. Such an entourage certainly spoke of wealth, but the tycoon’s underhanded actions still made Chen Jue feel contempt and disgust.

Chatting with Uncle Yu and his son, Chen Jue searched online with his phone. Sure enough, he found the tycoon’s profile on the Metropolis Tianchen Group’s official website.

There was a portrait and a written introduction. This chairman, Lin Tianchen, was surprisingly young—only twenty-nine, yet he headed a group with over fifty billion in assets.

“They say the face reflects the heart; such delicate, inwardly fierce features must belong to someone deeply scheming. No wonder he sent people to snoop in my room!”

“This feud is set!”

“If I ever meet him face to face again, when my stats hit 999+, no matter how wealthy he is, no matter how many bodyguards he brings, if he can’t give me a reasonable explanation, I’ll punch him so hard he won’t know what hit him!” Chen Jue snorted quietly and memorized Lin Tianchen’s details.

…

Having uncovered the background of this secretive tycoon, Chen Jue felt the knot in his heart loosen somewhat.

He glanced at the time; the fish maw and ten-ingredient tonic soup on the stove were nearly ready.

Deciding there was no need to dwell on someone he could not confront at present, he drank a few more cups of tea and returned to his own small villa.

He locked the door, drew the living room curtains, ladled out a big bowl of fish maw and herbal soup to cool, and resumed his training regimen.

Having lost so much time and energy to an outsider’s interference, Chen Jue couldn’t help but curse inwardly, “Train, train! Get my stats to 999 and crush these fiends and scheming villains with a single punch!”

Last night, he had already pushed his Tai Chi and stance practice to (1999/2000) underwater, wary of the siphoning effect possibly causing discomfort. Now, with all his supplements and nourishing food prepared, Chen Jue emptied his mind and slowly began practicing Tai Chi and the thirteen stance exercises in the living room.

His pores closed, heat surged beneath his skin, and when he finished a full set of Tai Chi coordinated with stance work, he glanced at the proficiency bar—it had finally maxed out.

Immediately, the Lv3 designation blurred and changed, rising to the next level, granting Chen Jue his very first Lv4 martial skill and stance technique since awakening his panel!