At this moment, the warehouse was brightly lit, and white smoke wafted out from the door, filling the air nearby with the aroma of barbecue that made one’s mouth water.
Walking into the entrance of the warehouse, one could see a large iron frame set up in the open area near the door, with an entire cow skewered on a large iron rod about the size of a fist, thrust through its mouth and out the back, being roasted over the fire, turning back and forth.
The cow’s body had been cut with many slits, allowing flavor to seep in and cook the interior. Numerous strips of onions and chunks of peppers were stuffed into these slits, adding even more aroma to the beef’s natural fragrance.
Nearby, a bald-headed man was standing on a stool, holding a metal basin, pouring some kind of prepared sauce over the cow.
Once the meat is cooked, chopped up, and placed in a bowl of rice, it can make one devour two bowls of rice in no time.
As Wang Longhu and Zheng Dongliang walked in from outside, they immediately garnered quite a bit of attention.
In the corner of the warehouse, several stout men sitting on a tattered sofa cast unfriendly glances, their fists clenched tightly, showing they were quite displeased with Wang Longhu.
If not for Zhang Jinbao’s prior instructions, they would have rushed over and beaten him up by now. No matter how skilled in Martial Arts you are, two fists are no match for four hands. When outnumbered, even Zhang Jinbao himself would be sent to the hospital, a thought unanimously shared by these men. Follow current novels on NovᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet
A cheerful voice rang out, and Wang Longhu saw a man who appeared about his age, clad only in a pair of sports shorts, walking over with a wide grin.
This man’s muscles were well-defined and pronounced, with a body fat percentage as low as perhaps 6%, and merely a glance could let one feel the force emanating from him.
Wang Longhu slightly widened his eyes; this guy was indeed a formidable fighter.
"Brother Jinbao," Zheng Dongliang chuckled.
"This must be your friend, huh? He sure looks impressive. I’m Zhang Jinbao, nice to meet you." Zhang Jinbao said with a smile, extending his hand to Wang Longhu.
Having beaten his fellow townsman while still maintaining such composure, chatting and laughing, Wang Longhu had a renewed assessment of this person.
One who could bend and stretch—surely a venomous serpent, also a cunning wolf.
"Wang Longhu. This cow looks good; I plan to eat more later." Wang Longhu extended his hand defenselessly to shake hands with him.
"Definitely, add some wine, and we can drink and eat heartily."
In an instant, Zhang Jinbao’s grip suddenly tightened, a benevolent smile on his face, but with veins popping on his clenched hand, his fingers coming together like steel clamps, exerting intense force in a split second.
If it were an ordinary person, by now the bones of the entire hand would have been crushed.
However, in the next second, a subtle twitch flickered across Zhang Jinbao’s eyes, a glimmer of shock flashing in his gaze.
As someone who could tug two oxen, he was extremely confident in his strength. When bursting forth, even the two other guys in the factory couldn’t withstand his grip strength.
But at this moment, Zhang Jinbao felt like he was gripping a piece of steel—no matter how much force he exerted, the opponent remained unmoving, firm as a rock.
"Fair enough," Wang Longhu gave a calm smile, silently channeling a thread of Dark Force into the opponent’s hand.
This thread of Dark Force traveled along Zhang Jinbao’s tendons and bones, reaching his spine, stimulating the lower extremities of the Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian, Foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian, extraordinary points, Xuehai, Dubi, Xiyan, Hedig, Xiyangguan, and Yingu.
Caught off guard, Zhang Jinbao felt his knees suddenly numb and weak, unable to support himself, and he collapsed onto the ground.
The people hanging around with Zhang Jinbao were watching silently, and upon noticing Zhang Jinbao acting unusually, they immediately grabbed machetes and iron pipes, running over to encircle Wang Longhu, staring at him with menacing expressions.
It seemed as though they might charge forward at any moment and hack him to death with their blades.
"Heh heh." Wang Longhu gazed calmly at the men, letting out a chuckle with ambiguous intent.
The subtlety of Dark Force can help expel internal blood stasis, eliminate bruises, invigorate muscles and bones, and treat vascular dark injuries; naturally, it can stimulate the meridians inside a person’s body, achieving effects like knee-jerk reactions, weakness in the lower limbs, chest tightness, and even meridian necrosis.
Moreover, those who reach mastery in Dark Force can gauge the movements within another’s meridians by merely touching the body, discerning what the person intends to do next.
Additionally, by using Dark Force to stimulate someone else’s meridians and acupoints, they can make the person’s body perform the desired actions involuntarily as if controlling a puppet.
Although Wang Longhu hadn’t reached that level, Zhang Jinbao had no Dark Force and naturally couldn’t detect Wang’s subtle actions: the handshake meant to awe Wang Longhu.
For Wang Longhu, it just made it easier to channel the Dark Force into his body.
"Stand down!" Zhang Jinbao raised his hand and shouted.
"Brother Leopard, this punk..."
"I said stand down, are you deaf?" he interrupted his subordinate, glaring coldly. Everyone under his gaze shuddered, quickly shutting their mouths and retreating to their original positions.
"You’ve actually mastered the Dark Force?" Zhang Jinbao stood up from the ground, his tone barely concealing his astonishment.
The Dark Force isn’t something that once mastered allows one to wreak havoc. Rather, due to the high energy and mental exertion required by striking acupoints, a Martial Artist can exhaust themselves after seven or eight attempts.