Chapter 508: Trust My Expertise

Vanekto was already impressive enough, and his retreat was quite fast.

But, it wasn't fast enough.

At first, in Zheng Qian's eyes, Chen Chou was just a frail-looking youth. Hmm, he even called himself "Fifty Strings"—had he read too much poetry and gone crazy? Wasn't that just a reference to the line "Why should the zither have fifty strings for no reason"? So, he was actually a literary youth?

But he didn't know until Chen Chou made a move; once he did, it was truly shocking.

He saw him leap up and charge forward like an arrow. The entire cabin seemed to shake, making Zheng Qian suspect there was gunpowder under his feet! Exploding in an instant, his speed soared to the extreme, and in less than a breath's time, he was right in front of Vanekto!

His hands were like two massive millstones, slamming toward the latter's head.

The speed was astonishing.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

One second Vanekto thought he had escaped the opponent's onslaught, and the next, he was in a situation of extreme danger. He had no time to overthink, let alone shout out loud.

Because right now he had to respond with everything he had; if he opened his mouth to speak, he would lose his breath.

Once he lost his breath, trying to withstand this blow from Chen Chou would be a joke, and a very cold one at that.

This young man brought him a huge sense of crisis. He gritted his teeth, having nowhere left to retreat; he had now reached the wall on the other side of the cabin. Unless he broke through the wall, he had no choice but to face it with all his might.

No sooner said than done, only two muffled thuds were heard as Vanekto's arms collided fiercely with him.

Zheng Qian noticed that, in an instant, the latter's forehead was covered in beads of sweat!

It was as if he were a kettle that had suddenly been brought to a boil!

Chen Chou's long punches were unleashed, open and closing, pressing Vanekto until he could only respond exhaustedly, and the situation was becoming increasingly dangerous. At this moment, from his seemingly frail body, an offensive as overwhelming as a mountain-shaking tsunami burst forth.

Zheng Qian didn't understand why Vanekto broke into a sweat as soon as he started fighting, but he himself knew very well.

Everyone knows that when a person is exerting force, they cannot speak. For those experts, it's not just about keeping their mouths shut; more importantly, they must close their pores so that their exertion is fierce and powerful.

It's like the principle of a steam engine: hold the steam in and compress it desperately, and naturally, the punch will be incomparably powerful.

This isn't metaphysics, but a real combat skill that exists in reality.

Take Mike Tyson in his prime, for example; when he was boxing, his whole body would be flushed red, and very little sweat would appear on him. Even if there were water droplets on his body, it was just from his assistant spraying him to cool him down during breaks.

Closing the pores while exerting force is something that can be achieved through training, and the most crucial step is learning to use the spine effectively.

Animals bristle when they are startled; that's the same principle.

To put it more crudely, just try clenching your sphincter, and you'll soon be able to grasp the gist of it.

Returning to the matter at hand, Vanekto breaking into a cold sweat from being hit by Chen Chou like this meant that he had been beaten into losing his breath and no longer had the capacity to close his pores.

It was as if the body's sluice gate had suddenly opened, and all his energy was pouring out.

Naturally, his punches no longer had such fierce power!

In a flash, Chen Chou's fists, like heavy artillery, smashed fiercely into Vanekto's lower abdomen.

The latter's eyes instantly rolled back, a feeling of weakness washed over his entire body, and his legs actually went soft, causing him to kneel directly on the ground.

His massive frame heaved wildly, his chest breathing heavily like a bellows.

Zheng Qian was genuinely worried... that he wouldn't be able to catch his breath and would just die right there.

But for some reason, he didn't open his mouth; he never said a single word. His face was terrifyingly calm, and he even subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette.

Zheng Qian realized a problem: this Chen Chou seemed truly extraordinary.

The aura he radiated at this moment was truly like that of an ancient assassin.

Fierce, sharp, and every move lethal.

Although Zheng Qian wasn't a martial arts expert, he could tell that this Chen Chou was someone who didn't care about his own life.

Behind every move was a fight to the death; he didn't care about his own survival at all, and he wouldn't stop until he achieved his goal.

It was fortunate that such a person was not an enemy.

If he were constantly being targeted by such a dangerous individual, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep or eat well.

He was now starting to understand Rahman a bit; he had originally thought he didn't need to be so cautious, with guards every three steps and sentries every five in the residence, always on edge.

Now it seemed that brother Rahman was still a bit conservative.

If it were Zheng Qian, he would wish to spend 10 billion dollars every day to hire countless people to protect him.

[Knock, knock—]

"Sir, is there any situation inside?"

The person pushed, but it wouldn't open, and then came the sound of knocking.

This instantly pulled Zheng Qian's thoughts back, startling him into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he had subconsciously locked the door earlier; otherwise, if someone had seen, it would have been a huge problem.

Should he kill them all?

"Nothing is wrong, I am currently conducting an investigation. This room involves the privacy of His Highness's friend, Mr. Zheng, so he is not comfortable with others coming in. You all hurry up and search other places, don't waste time!"

Vanekto firmly covered his heaving chest and said in as calm a voice as possible.

"Yes!"

The footsteps outside gradually faded away.

Zheng Qian was stunned. Why would he help me?

Chen Chou was not holding his dagger to his throat now because he knew well that such a method would be useless against him.

Vanekto was a very loyal soldier; even if he died, he would desperately try to pass the message on.

"Sir... you have truly found a very capable helper."

Vanekto recovered a bit and said as he slowly stood up.

Zheng Qian smiled bitterly, rubbed his nose, lit a cigarette, and didn't know how to answer.

"Actually, I felt something was wrong yesterday. When I was spot-checking the surveillance footage at night, I saw his profile. His Highness had obtained the list of all the assassins, as well as their photos."

"I am very professional. Even though he had gone through a simple disguise, his face was not made up. Although he very carefully avoided almost all surveillance cameras, don't forget, he came in following Ms. Lindsay."

"At the door, he was captured on camera."

As he spoke, Vanekto took out a USB drive and handed it to Zheng Qian.

The latter's heart trembled.

There was no need to ask; he could guess what was inside.

"This is that video. I edited it and filled in the frames with other footage. Don't worry, it absolutely won't reveal any flaws; it's just a few seconds of footage, no one will notice anything."

"Hmm, I used to want to be a content creator, so I taught myself editing. Isn't that very professional?"

Vanekto laughed.