World's Best Martial Artist - Chapter 66
Chapter 66: Clarifications
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Fang Ping raised his head to gaze tearfully at the bastard after throwing up for a while.
He did not cry. The tears streamed down his cheeks while he vomited.
While he stared at the other man, someone else was looking at him as well.
As Fang Ping raised his head with teary eyes, a square-faced, middle-aged man said somewhat apologetically, “I’m sorry for scaring you guys.
“Don’t cry, everything is fine now.”
“I did not cry!”
Fang Ping was immediately in denial. He was not the one who was crying!
The man did not retort. He should not have said that. That young man should not be put down like that. Although it was true that he was beaten to tears, he should have preserved the young man’s dignity.
He would not care about any ordinary student.
This student in front of him, though, showed great promise – he had managed to hold his own against a Rank-1 martial artist until now.
He should take care of someone like him. Let him be in denial about his tears.
Fang Ping was a little miffed by his showing. He did not dwell on the topic, but asked instead, “Who are you?”
“I’m from the Department of Investigation Services.”
“Where are they?”
Fang Ping felt nauseous once again at the sight of the woman whose head was exploded.
“A group of crazies…”
The man said absently and did not elaborate on that.
At that moment, several other people approached from behind.
The man turned to them and said, “Bring them back!”
The woman was offed by his fist. The man was sprawled on the floor, immobile, but he was still breathing. He might still be alive.
Several other people started to tidy up the scene. Fang Ping glanced at the woman again before turning away, not wanting to continue looking at her.
As they worked, the man said again, apologetically, “I’m really sorry for this ordeal. How are your injuries?”
“They’re nothing…”
After that statement, Fang Ping felt a throb of severe pain in his arm. His bones proved well and unbroken after he probed internally, but they hurt a lot.
Seeing him inhale in pain, the man suggested, “Let’s get you to the hospital. We’ll pay for all expenses necessary.”
Fang Ping moved his arm incrementally, and asked, not continuing the topic, “The other students are well, aren’t they?”
The man’s expression hardened, not at Fang Ping, but at the group who had orchestrated the attacks.
After some thought, the man sighed. “Someone was hurt.”
The man did not state the degree of injury outright, but Fang Ping had a vague guess.
The man continued, “The Department is conducting a thorough investigation. You can relax now. The government will…”
“How many martial artists attacked?” Fang Ping interrupted him with this question.
“One… That one you met…”
The man answered to everything. He told Fang Ping everything he wanted to know except when it was confidential.
Fang Ping was attacked. He was the victim. A victim, who was an aspiring martial artist that had fought face-to-face with a martial artist.
The corners of Fang Ping’s mouth twitched. Damn it. There was only one martial artist, and he had been confronted by her!
What kind of shit luck did he have?
While Fang Ping complained, the man exclaimed in relief, “We’re lucky that the woman chose to attack you…”
Fang Ping’s face turned stony. What did he mean by that?
Did they want them to attack him?
The man probably realized that his words sounded bad because he changed the topic. “Boy, you better go for a checkup in the hospital so that there are no lingering side-effects.
“Everything’s already quietened down. We’ll announce it to the public after everything has been dealt with.”
Fang Ping stood up too. He eyed the woman’s corpse, who was currently being dragged away, and wrinkled his brow, “Everything’s just gonna end like this?
“I don’t intend to blame anyone, but I was attacked out of the blue after I finished my exam. I nearly died, too!
“Some things about this incident must be explained, mustn’t they?”
“Boy…” The middle-aged man furrowed his brow slightly. Fang Ping was not yet a martial artist, after all. Assuming an aggressive front brought no good to him.
Fang Ping interrupted him with a firm stare. “I know. You’re all from the Department of Investigation Services. You have clout, and you’re skilled.
“But I am slated to enter a martial arts university after this. I also have a brother who’s at Rank-3.
“This matter can’t just be dismissed by a few words, can it?
“I’ve seen everything clearly. These two people had me as the target from the start. If they were only attacking by random, they could pounce on someone else.
“They’ve pursued me persistently, though. This isn’t normal, is it?”
Fang Ping would not bother with anything under other circumstances.
He had thought it through just now, though. The woman aside, the man definitely had his eyes on him from the start.
There were so many students there. Why not attack anyone but him?
How could Fang Ping relax when he had not gotten to the bottom of this?
The man’s expression shifted when he heard Fang Ping talking about his Rank-3 brother. He ventured furtively, “Your brother…”
“Wang Jinyang from Nanjiang Martial Arts University. We’re not brothers by blood, but of our own volition.”
Fang Ping pulled on the wolf’s skin again. It was not likely that this man would ask for Wang Jinyang’s input on this. Wang Jinyang was unreachable by phone now, anyway.
“Wang Jinyang…”
The man’s expression changed again. He finally said, after some thought, “How about this? You can come with me to the Department. I’ll fill you in after everything comes to light.”
“Good!”
Fang Ping no longer cared if this delayed his return.
He was attacked out of the blue, by a martial artist, of all people.
If the woman was not a half-assed martial artist but someone like Huang Bin, he would have been pummeled to death!
Fang Ping did not care for much, but his life was definitely his priority.
The least he could do was figure out who his assailant was, why they attacked him, and if there would be a next time…
…
Half an hour later, Auspicious Sun City, Department of Investigation Services.
The man who brought him along said he had something to do and left.
Fang Ping was left behind in his office.
The office of the Deputy Director of the Department of Investigation Services!
The man from then was the Deputy Director of the Department of Investigation Services, Fang Ping realized in retrospect.
Fang Ping did not hinder the other from dealing with work. He occupied himself by checking his injuries in the office.
The woman was half-assed, yes, but it was still true that she had started honing her upper limbs.
Fang Ping had withstood multiple punches. Although he had finished with the preliminary honing, which prevented his bones from breaking, he had suffered serious injuries.
Purplish bruises littered his body.
They were especially prominent on his arms and right leg. They were entirely a murky purple.
Vitality flowed in his arms, alleviating the pain.
After a short while, a young woman, presumably the secretary of the Deputy Director, came in after knocking on the door. Seeing his bruised arms, she said quickly, “Sir, do you want to go to the hospital?”
“There’s no need. Also…”
He had wanted to ask when the man would be back, but he remembered that he did not know his name.
After a pause, Fang Ping continued, “When will your deputy director be back?”
“Director Zhang is reporting to the Director. If you can just wait for a while…”
Fang Ping nodded, and he asked, “Are all the culprits captured?”
“They’re all captured and have been sentenced…”
The female secretary answered all his questions courteously.
He must be something else, to be escorted by the Deputy Director. The Department was off-limits to most.
“Who are they?” Fang Ping asked, utilizing her graciousness to the utmost.
The woman hesitated. She answered after some thought, “They’re only a bunch of lunatics.”
Fang Ping was not satisfied with her answer. He asked, furrowing his brow, “Why did they attack me, then?”
The secretary was at a loss on how to reply. She hesitated again before saying softly, “Your Vitality is high, sir. Aspiring martial artists belong to the elite in their eyes.”
“Fuck!”
Fang Ping cursed. What in the world was this?
When had he ever enjoyed elite privilege?
This assault was completely unwarranted!
They should attack those martial artists studying in university! They had totally preyed on him because he was weak!
…
As Fang Ping asked questions, the Director asked, head throbbing, in his office, “Did you say that he’s Wang Jinyang’s little brother?”
Zhang Yong replied quickly, “It’s what he said. It hasn’t been fact-checked yet.
“But I spoke with Tan Zhenping earlier, and he said that there’s something between the two, indeed.”
“This is trouble!”
The Director caressed his balding head. He had an inkling that he would be going completely bald in two years.
The balding man said after a deep breath, “We’ll do it like this. You’ll reassure him. He hasn’t suffered from overly serious injury, anyway.
“As for Wang Jinyang…”
Zhang Yong replied immediately, “I think that Wang Jinyang may not stand up for him even if they’re connected.
“His injuries are only mild. If we deal with this well, we can avoid his wrath.”
“That’ll be the best. You deal with it as you see fit.
“I have to deal with the post-incident affairs, so I won’t be making an appearance, in case this goes south and beyond recovery.”
Zhang Yong understood what the Director meant. If he liaised with the boy first, the Director can take up the reins in case they did not reach a consensus.
If the Director went, there was no way of knowing how it would go.
Also, Wang Jinyang was at Rank-3, the same as the Director, while Fang Ping was only an aspiring martial artist.
If Wang Jinyang was present at this time, the Director would definitely take up this case himself. As it was only Fang Ping involved this time, there was no need for him to intervene.
The two of them discussed other matters regarding the post-incident recovery. Zhang Yong did not stay for long. He returned to his office quickly.
