Mu Jian's behavior was perfectly reasonable.

A young man suddenly displayed amazing abilities, seemingly having practiced martial arts. When he rushed over to take a look, he exclaimed: "Wow, those eyes, that aura, he really has martial arts skills!"

However, even if this kid gets in touch with martial arts through some channel, how long can he practice in this small fishing village?

Before coming, Mu Jian had specifically looked up some information and learned that the orphan named "Yun Shou" was a fisherman in the gang, whose parents had died two years ago.

He grew up within the Qinghe Gang's sphere of influence and had a clean background. Two years ago, when he was desperate, he even signed a contract to sell himself into servitude. Therefore, his "fortuitous encounter" and becoming a martial artist could only have happened within these two years.

However, he had to go fishing every day, and with all the hard work, it was extremely difficult for him to find time to practice martial arts. Even if his talent was exceptionally high, it was impossible for him to become a second-rate martial artist.

If a martial arts master passing by took a liking to this kid and accepted him as a disciple, but instead of taking him back to practice martial arts, he provided resources to help him improve rapidly and made "leaving the Qinghe Gang on his own" a test?

This is hilarious! How could there possibly be such an abstract and profound person, and yet I happened to run into this situation?

Therefore, Mu Jian concluded that Yun Shou must have accidentally obtained a martial arts manual somewhere, and then, with his decent physical aptitude, he had trained to the level of a third-rate martial artist.

His two nephews were both good-for-nothings who couldn't endure hardship. They weren't even worthy of being called second-rate martial artists. They could only show off their power in front of ordinary people. A third-rate martial artist could have beaten the shit out of them!

Mu Jian remained calm. That kid was just a third-rate martial artist, capable of unleashing a few hundred pounds of force at most. But that force came from his entire body, from a single punch or kick. If he were to sit on his butt, the force would be reduced by a huge margin.

With the enhancement of his internal energy, his fart had the force of 800 jin. This kid wouldn't have that kind of power even with a full-force attack. He must be so shocked that he can't speak right now.

Yun Shou was indeed quite impressive.

Seeing Mu Jian's confident demeanor, he thought it was some grandmaster in person, or a peerless martial arts master of the level of "Bei Chenguang" in the simulation.

In reality, he was just a second-rate martial artist in his forties, ranked twenty-first in the Qinghe Gang. He was definitely a low-level second-rate martial artist. He probably didn't even have "unity of qi and strength". His aptitude was only around 110 points (including martial arts bonuses). He had no hope of becoming a first-rate martial artist in this lifetime.

Seeing the kid standing there dumbfounded.

Mu Jian sneered: "You brat, you picked up martial arts techniques but didn't report it, and you even secretly practiced them behind the gang's back. Do you know what crime that is?!"

The Qinghe Gang does have some control over martial arts, but it's more like an unspoken rule: "No one is allowed to practice without permission," unlike the strict "Fish King Surrender Order."

During his first simulation, Yun Shou tried to visit a martial arts school midway through, but when the gang found out, he was only beaten up, nothing serious.

However, if someone secretly catches a kingfish, even if it is discovered in the end, and they hand it over without touching it, they will still be drowned in the lake.

"So, what do you think should be done?" Yun Shou took a deep breath and asked.

No, my hands are a little itchy.

"Of course you should obediently come with me to the gang to receive your punishment and hand over the martial arts you obtained. You might even get a lighter beating. But if you stole those martial arts from somewhere in the gang..."

Mu Jian's fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "Then you can forget about getting this skin!"

"Is that all?"

Mu Jian was taken aback upon hearing this, then his expression turned ferocious: "No, no, no, of course there is more. It seems that martial arts from elsewhere have made you so fearless."

"But before I go to the gang headquarters, I have some personal matters to settle with you."

He stepped forward and looked down at Yun Shou from the height of an adult male.

"Do you know that Yi Mao and Er Dan are my nephews?"

"Though they may be useless, you should experience the same suffering they endured!"

Shao Erdan, supporting Shao Yimao, and the two of them started celebrating: "Yay!"

After saying this, Mu Jian channeled a wisp of internal energy and punched Yun Shou in the lower abdomen.

Second-rate martial artists have internal energy to temper their bodies, making them much stronger than third-rate ones. In addition, he used internal energy to amplify his power, so this punch could make the kid vomit bile!

But he probably won't be able to land a hit, but that's okay. He'll do what that kid did to his two nephews yesterday: throw a few more punches!

Bang!

A muffled thud, accompanied by the sound of air being squeezed out.

Yun Shou caught the punch with his palm.

Shao Erdan and Shao Yimao stopped halfway through their speech, then realized what was happening: "Uncle, this kid actually dares to block us!"

"He's gone too far! Uncle, beat him out of the latrine and throw him in the outhouse too!"

Mu Jian broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as if the fist had struck the earth. Yun Shou's hand, which was smaller than his, gripped his fist, making it feel as if it had been driven into an infinitely thick layer of soil.

He had exerted all his internal energy, but the power that should have shattered rocks and broken trees seemed to sink without a trace, receiving no response whatsoever.

Mu Jian: "..."

Shao Erdan, oblivious to the atmosphere, shouted from the side, "Uncle, hurry up and hit him! Why are you holding out with this kid?"

Shao Yimao split his legs, writhing in pain and losing his mind: "Uncle, after you beat that kid up, don't rush to take him to the gang. I'm going to take him to the latrine and fill his belly with water!"

Mu Jian never thought his two nephews were such idiots.

He's already starting to feel numb.

Especially the boy opposite him, who had a half-smile and an air of complete ease.

The air was deathly silent. Mu Jian tried to pull his fist back.

I can't pull it out.

The other helpers, who had been in a human-machine state, were speechless.

The two Shaos finally realized that something was wrong.

Mu Jian gave a bitter smile, tinged with pain and hardship.

"Hey, is it possible to reconcile?"

Yun Shou smiled in response.

Then—he grabbed Mu Jian's fist and, as if swinging a meteor hammer, swung the middle-aged man's over 100-pound body halfway around. The moment he let go, Mu Jian flew out like a human-shaped rag bag.

They bumped into Shao Erdan, who was supporting Shao Yimao, and the three of them rolled into a heap, all letting out screams.

The crowd outside the door: "..."

"You're going to expose history, right?" Yun Shou finally understood why his simulated self continued with the heavy-handed style.

They did it (or said it) first!

Yun Shou picked up the star-eyed Mu Jian and used him as a human weapon, swinging him around.

Bang bang bang bang!

Mu Jian felt like a rag doll.

The two Shaw brothers, lying on the ground, screamed in pain as he swung his arms and legs at them.

The relentless beating lasted for more than ten minutes.

The human-machine assistants outside the door... well, they've already run off somewhere.

Yun Shou dragged Mu Jian along, and Mu Jian dragged the two Shao brothers along with both hands. The three of them gradually approached the latrine.

Mu Jian said with a fawning expression, "Young hero, look, I even followed orders and dragged these two rascals over here too..."

"Hmm." Yun Shou nodded: "You only need to use bubbles, they still have to eat a lot."