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Saving someone is something done casually; they don't have much of a relationship and are not friends. That pill is enough for him to recover from his injuries, and whether he stays or leaves, lives or dies, has nothing to do with him. If he sees it and wants to help, he will; if not, then let it be.
The Hunan Black Witch Cult is the largest cult organization in China, with a vast structure that operates independently. Its membership is so extensive that it can be counted in the thousands, and they even possess firearms. However, due to their location in the deep mountains and strict defenses, local residents strongly support them. As long as they do not engage in any extreme actions, the government will not expend effort to eradicate them. Moreover, the financial tax revenue generated by the Black Witch Cult's business each year is a significant benefit, so they choose to remain inactive.
In the past, the Black Witch Cult has always stuck to its old ways; even when they went out, it was for business matters. They are aware of their situation; although they appear glorious on the surface, they must also be cautious. After all, a large tree attracts the wind. If they become too arrogant, they might face destruction.
Today, this so-called Ghostly Execution Hall Master has traveled thousands of miles to Nanjing to hunt down a person. This alone is already a taboo; although he does not know why it is so, he does not want to get involved. He is not a saint who has nothing better to do than oppose a cult every day.
After a night without incident, the next day followed the usual routine: morning exercises, meals, classes; lunch, naps, classes; dinner, strolls, sleep.
These days have been like this; when there is nothing else to do, he just attends classes and sleeps. He does not like participating in club activities. Although he is part of the Martial Arts Club, he rarely goes because his skills are far superior to those of the other kids; it would just be bullying.
But sometimes when you don’t want to be bothered, people will still come looking for you. One day, Ye Mingshang was wandering near the playground with a cup of lemonade when several members of the Martial Arts Club who were chatting noticed him. They jogged over and said, "Senior Brother Ye, where have you been lately? We haven't seen you around."
Ye Mingshang recognized him; this person was Hou Xiaohou, an active member of the Martial Arts Club. His skills were not impressive, but he was very dedicated to management. He was basically in charge of recruiting members and organizing activities.
"I took some time off for personal matters a while ago and just returned a few days ago. I haven’t been around since then. How about you guys? How have things been?" Ye Mingshang asked.
Hou Xiaohou smiled brightly and scratched his head as he replied, "Still the same as before—busy with club matters. It’s fulfilling work, but there are too few students wanting to join the Martial Arts Club these days."
"Yeah," another member said angrily. "They all say martial arts are just for show and impractical; they'd rather learn boxing or Taekwondo instead of our martial arts. It's infuriating!"
"Exactly! We're all Chinese yet they fervently support foreign martial arts—what a disgrace!"
Seeing that the members were getting worked up, Hou Xiaohou quickly advised them, "Alright now, don’t blame others for your troubles. Instead of complaining about it, why not focus on improving your skills? Your physical fitness is great yet you can't even beat me—shouldn't you reflect on that?"
Hou Xiaohou's words made them a bit awkward. Indeed, their physical fitness was quite good, standing at around one hundred seventy-eight centimeters tall with solid bodies from regular workouts. However, they still couldn't defeat Hou Xiaohou, who was half a head shorter than them. In terms of physical fitness, they were definitely superior to Hou Xiaohou, but he was hardworking and smart. With his skilled application of various martial arts techniques, he managed to overpower them effortlessly.
After teaching them a lesson, Hou Xiaohou smiled at Ye Mingshang and said, "Sorry about that; they were a bit emotional and made you laugh."
Ye Mingshang shook his head, indicating it was no problem, and then asked, "Is the situation at the Martial Arts Club really that bad? Zhao Xiaolong is quite capable; how could he be at such a disadvantage?"
Hou Xiaohou sighed with a bitter smile. "You haven't been to the Martial Arts Club these days, so you wouldn't know. The president lost to Zhang Chong from the Boxing Club in a recent competition, which caused the Martial Arts Club's reputation to plummet. Many members have switched to boxing."
Ye Mingshang frowned. "It's just one match; can it really have such a big impact?"
Hou Xiaohou sighed again. "If it were a normal match, it wouldn't be a big deal. But Zhang Chong has inexplicably improved rapidly in recent days. During the match with the president, he even let the president use one hand and still won with one move."
"I know Zhang Chong; although he's decent, he's always been slightly weaker than Zhao Xiaolong. How could he suddenly become so strong?" Ye Mingshang asked in confusion.
"Who knows? His strength seems to have increased overnight. Just a few days before that match, he was avoiding the president, and now he's completely different. I even suspect he might be on something," a member said gloomily.
Ye Mingshang had no way to respond and patted his shoulder. "It's okay; it's just a Boxing Club. Our Martial Arts Club is still quite popular; we'll develop slowly and it'll be fine."
Hou Xiaohou's expression was strange and looked quite dejected. Seeing him like this, Ye Mingshang curiously asked, "What's wrong?"
A member replied, "Let me explain. Our Martial Arts Club has always been dominant among several competitive clubs. Now, taking advantage of this opportunity, the Taekwondo Club, Karate Club, and Judo Club have all united to challenge us, hoping to strike us down while we're down."
"But even so, we shouldn't be afraid of them," Ye Mingshang said.
"Normally we wouldn't be afraid, but the president was seriously injured last time and is still in the hospital. The Vice President is also somewhat weaker than them. Most of our members are newcomers; while they may be strong in skill, they can't match their speed in combat. Although our senior members can outmatch them slightly, our new members are no match at all."
"If we can't win this time, the Martial Arts Club will basically be finished. Sigh~ I never expected that after decades of reputation for the Martial Arts Club, it would end up failing under our watch; it's truly embarrassing," a member lamented.
Several people sighed, and suddenly one person’s eyes lit up. "Right, Senior Brother Ye, your skills are quite impressive, how about you participate in the competition?"
Ye Mingshang was taken aback and pointed to himself. "Me?"
"Yes, Senior Brother Ye is also a member of the Martial Arts Club. This is a matter of life and death for the Martial Arts Club, so you should definitely participate," another person added.
Ye Mingshang frowned. He felt he was on a different level than these students and really didn't want to bully them.
Hou Xiaohou looked at him with hopeful eyes, wishing he would agree. "Senior Brother Ye, the Martial Arts Club really needs you."
"Yeah, Senior Brother Ye, just come back."
"Senior Brother Ye, please come back."
"You must teach those guys a lesson. Come back, Senior Brother Ye."
Unbeknownst to him, quite a few people had gathered behind him, all members of the Martial Arts Club, looking at him with eager expressions.
After hesitating for a long time, Ye Mingshang finally gritted his teeth. "Alright, just this once."
(To be continued.)
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