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Chapter 191 - 172 It’s Time to Show the Real Skills

Chapter 191: Chapter 172 It’s Time to Show the Real Skills

Wu Li’s body clung to the drainpipe as he looked down at the patrol personnel below, ready to leap down and take them out if they noticed him.

Fortunately, they hadn’t considered someone might be above them and slowly disappeared around the corner.

Wu Li breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look to the right where there was a row of windows at almost the same height.

He exerted force with his hands and pushed off the wall with his feet, his body swinging sharply across a distance of more than a meter, his hands reaching for the protruding window ledge.

In the dark, Wu Li could only see an outline, not knowing exactly how much the window ledge jutted out, but even if he didn’t grasp it securely, he still had time to climb back up, so he decisively decided to take the risk.

Snap!

Wu Li’s body shook in the air, but he had secured his grip!

If he hadn’t advanced his Eagle Claw Fist to Master Level, he wouldn’t have had the finger strength to do all this today.

Wu Li felt secretly fortunate, then did a pull-up to peek inside the window.

It was pitch black, nothing visible inside.

The window slid horizontally, and Wu Li, holding onto the ledge with his right hand, reached out with his left hand to push, but it didn’t budge; he had to continue moving to the right bit by bit.

The windows were not far apart, and Wu Li could just reach the ledge of the next window.

He reached the window below the next one and continued to try to slide it open, still with no success.

Finally, at the eighth window on the far right, Wu Li managed to slide it open—it was unlocked.

He gently pushed open a slit and peered inside, still seeing only darkness, no light.

Wu Li gradually pushed the window open more and could finally make out the interior somewhat. It looked like a storage room, and he could see the outlines of shelves.

Laying by the window and listening for a while, his senses sharpened by his understanding of Fist Intent, Wu Li could discern the sounds within the room, even if it were raining heavily.

It seemed there was no one inside. Wu Li stretched out his arm and agilely flipped through the window, landing softly on his feet.

Wu Li took out his mobile phone, which was encapsulated in a transparent waterproof bag to protect it from rain.

Using the dim light from the phone’s screen, Wu Li scanned the room, confirming it was indeed a storage room with training equipment on the shelves and punching bags by the wall.

Wu Li walked to the door, pressing his ear against it to listen for any noise outside.

It was very quiet outside.

So, Wu Li gently twisted the doorknob and cracked the door open for a look.

Outside was also enveloped in darkness, with a dim light vaguely visible on the left.

Wu Li carefully opened the door and peeked out his head.

He was now on the second floor corridor of the factory building, at a room at the end of the corridor on the left, with a stairwell in the middle of the corridor lit by a lamp, shedding light.

The entire second-floor corridor, except for the stairwell, was dark, and so was the factory floor below.

Just as Wu Li was about to step out to check the other rooms, he suddenly heard a sound.

Someone was humming a tune, walking out from the first-floor stairwell entrance, stretching as they walked.

With the light from the stairwell, Wu Li could see the other person clearly. They were holding a gas mask.

He secured the gas mask under one arm, then dug out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one for himself, and started blowing smoke rings.

Wu Li watched him for a while, and seeing no one else coming out, he slipped out of the room, quietly shutting the door, and quickly moved to the stairwell in the middle of the corridor.

He hurried downstairs to the corner on the first floor and peeked out; the man was facing away, smoking.

Wu Li stood up, noticing an additional set of stairs below the first floor. The man must have come up from those stairs.

What was underground? With the man holding a gas mask, it might just be Hu Shan’s drug production site!

After thinking for a few seconds, Wu Li made up his mind.

He crouched low and tiptoed, stealthily approaching the man like a leopard hunting its prey.

One step, two steps...

When he was about seven steps away from the man, Wu Li’s body suddenly pounced.

Tiger Pounce!

The man seemed to sense something, but it was too late to react; Wu Li struck him cleanly on the back of the neck with his palm.

Snap! The man’s body went limp and fell backward, knocked unconscious.

Stimulation of the carotid sinus can cause arterial contraction, drastically reducing blood supply to the brain and causing unconsciousness.

However, if this technique is executed incorrectly or with wrong force, it could result in neck injuries or even death.

Of course, with Wu Li’s skill level, there was no risk of error, and he could ensure that the man would remain unconscious for at least ten minutes.

Wu Li quickly grabbed the man’s body, took the gas mask from his hand, and with the man, quickly returned to the room they had left earlier.

He searched the man’s body, finding a pack of cigarettes, an electronic lighter, a gold watch, a thick gold chain, a wallet, an Apple phone, and a gun.

From these arrangements, Wu Li guessed that the other party might be a minor leader here, which is why he had been able to come out for a smoke and relax.

Wu Li quickly stripped the other party naked, then removed his own clothes and put on the other party’s clothes.

The other party’s build and hairstyle were similar to Wu Li’s, and he wore long sleeves and pants, along with a gas mask. Wu Li planned to impersonate him and go downstairs to check things out!

He used rope to tie up the other party’s hands and feet and sealed his mouth with tape, which Wu Li had prepared beforehand.

Snap! Snap!

A few soft clicks, and Wu Li had dislocated the other party’s limbs, ensuring that even if he woke up, he wouldn’t be able to move.

He put on a big gold chain and a watch, turned off the other party’s phone and put it in his pocket, tucked a gun in his waistband, put on the gas mask, and left the room.

Reaching the first floor, Wu Li halted at the stairs leading to the basement.

What was down there? How many people? How many guns? Was there a risk of being exposed? None of this was certain. The staircase below seemed like a giant beast with its jaws wide open, waiting for him to step inside.

The immense pressure made Wu Li nervous, but he didn’t hesitate for long; he took a deep breath and still stepped down.

One step, two steps...

The staircase only had one floor, and after descending, there was an iron door.

There was a surveillance camera above the iron door, but the door was not closed; it was ajar, and there were indistinct voices coming from inside.

Wu Li pushed open the iron door and walked in; before him was a large space with rows after rows of long tables filled with items, and many people bustling about, all wearing gas masks.

Someone was carrying a large tray of white clay-like substance to the other side, where there was a huge cabinet.

Although not knowledgeable about drug manufacture, having seen related movies, Wu Li knew he had found the right place!

"Jili guala." A voice came to his ear.

It was someone standing next to the iron door greeting Wu Li, holding an AK, with a computer on a desk next to him, likely for monitoring outside.

This person must be in charge of guarding the door, Wu Li concluded in his mind.

Wu Li noticed that the man’s clothes and pants matched his own, the only difference being that the man wore a yellow belt at his waist, while Wu was wearing a black belt.

He instantly understood; after a conflict with Shaquan Dojo, he had thoroughly researched Shaquan Dojo and knew Hu Shan ranked students by belt color: white belt being the lowest, followed by yellow belt, black belt, and red belt.

Black belts were already very rare at Shaquan Dojo, being distinguished experts.

Indeed, the person he was impersonating was a higher-up leader.

Thus, Wu Li casually nodded his head, didn’t answer, but walked forward; the other person didn’t mind, closed the iron door, and sat down to continue watching the computer.

Wu Li casually strolled through this underground space, unnoticed as many people were busy.

He looked around and noticed that besides the iron door, there were armed guards on both sides, also wearing yellow belts. When Wu Li passed one of them, the person nodded and greeted him.

Wu Li just nodded, not responding, and slowly walked to the back of the room.

In the corner was a chair; Wu Li looked around and, if nothing unexpected, this spot was likely meant for the person he was impersonating.

Wu Li sat down in the chair and waited a moment; indeed, no one bothered him.

So, his next move was quite slick, time to show off some real skills...

Wu Li took out his phone from his pocket, then opened Mo Yin and started live streaming with his own account.

Yes, he started live streaming! Before coming, Wu Li had already Thought that if he really discovered evidence of Hu Shan involved in drug manufacturing, he would immediately start live streaming.

To capture the evidence on camera, record it, and hand it over to the local police, this method was feasible, but Wu Li worried that something might go wrong during the process, any kind of mishap (well, can’t specify), he did not want to risk it, therefore, to be cautious, he decided to live stream, to firmly pin down the matter!

He was currently filming the fifth episode of Seeking Martial Arts, so when he started live streaming, Mo Yin’s official platform would automatically push the live stream link to his fans and notify all the viewers on Mo Yin with a scrolling message: Seeking Martial Arts Episode 5 is live streaming now, click to join.

These days, Wu Li’s Seeking Martial Arts Episode 5 broadcasted twice his process of beating Shaquan Dojo experts, but those were too short and not satisfying; the following content showed his sparring at Jiyun Hall, until the masters from Martial Arts Street collectively decided to move out and sell the martial arts hall, and then there was no more.

Jiyun’s birthday, the burning of Jiyun Hall, and Zhang Shicai going to the hospital were not live streamed.

Netizens were still waiting to see Wu Li and Hu Shan’s public fight, but there was no definitive news yet.

Now it was 12:43 AM in Hua Country, and at this time, most of Mo Yin’s users hadn’t yet slept, and there were quite a few watching live streams.

When they saw that Seeking Martial Arts Episode 5 had started again, everyone was shocked; Wu Li had never live-streamed this late before, what had happened?

Many people curiously clicked in and entered Wu Li’s live stream, only to see someone wearing a gas mask appear on the screen.

"Who is this?"

"Is that Wu Li? Why is he wearing a gas mask?"

"What’s happening? Is Seeking Martial Arts live streaming now? Who is he going to fight?"

"Is it Wu Li? Take off the mask."

...

Netizens commented rapidly, and the number of viewers in the live stream quickly exceeded thirty thousand.

At this point, Wu Li changed the title of the live stream to: Night Investigation at Shaquan Dojo, Discovery of Drug Manufacturing!

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