Chapter 109: If There's Nothing to Talk About, Then Don't Talk

That evening, everyone returned to Lin Jiajun's home together; this time, Lin Jiajun finally witnessed something unscientific.

He found Uncle Feng and said, "Uncle, I was wrong before. I didn't believe what you said, but now I do."

Uncle Feng was very happy inside, but he didn't show it; he just nodded and left.

Zhong Lian smiled and said, "Don't worry, Uncle has already forgiven you."

Zhang Wei immediately blocked the two of them, turned to Zhong Lian, and said, "Don't associate with him much; this guy has plenty of women around him."

Zhong Lian pouted and went to the kitchen, feeling a bit wronged.

Lin Jiajun asked in confusion, "Sir Zhang, everyone should compete fairly, right?"

Zhang Wei snorted coldly and said, "I've watched Ah Lian grow up since she was a child; she is like my younger sister, and I won't let a playboy like you ruin her."

Miao Zhiwei put on a smiling face and said, "Hahaha, Wei Ge, what do you think of me?"

Zhang Wei shook his head and said, "You look silly, not romantic at all; Ah Lian would like you even less."

Miao Zhiwei instantly deflated and sat to one side, very unhappy.

Before long, Zhong Lian finished making dinner. Uncle Feng saw the food on the table and said, "Let's eat together."

Zhong Lian's face instantly lit up with a smile; she immediately sat down next to Lin Jiajun and said, "Uncle, this is what it feels like to have a family meal."

Seeing this, Zhang Wei immediately moved his chair to squeeze between the two of them and nodded, saying, "That's fine, let's eat."

Lin Jiajun and Zhong Lian were both very depressed, but Uncle Feng did not stop them; instead, he said, "This time, we are not facing ordinary thugs, nor are we facing ordinary sorcerers."

"That sorcerer's status within the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect is certainly not low, and their strength is also very high. If the Nine Chrysanthemum family head comes, things will be troublesome."

"You two have no ability to deal with them at all. From now on, you must follow my instructions, understand?"

Lin Jiajun was clearly still a bit unconvinced, but Miao Zhiwei said, "Thank you for your concern, Master."

Uncle Feng looked at Lin Jiajun instead and said, "I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about him."

Lin Jiajun coughed and said, "I choked, I'm going to get a drink of water."

Miao Zhiwei hurriedly followed him to ask about the situation.

Once Lin Jiajun left, Zhong Lian asked worriedly, "Uncle, will Officer Lin encounter danger?"

Zhang Wei replied, "You, take out the 'will he,' he will definitely encounter danger."

"Uncle, I see that kid is still unconvinced; he might go behind our backs to make contact with that person from the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect."

"Just leave this matter to me to handle. Even if I can't deal with that sorcerer, safety shouldn't be a problem."

Uncle Feng thought for a moment, took out the jade pendant he carried with him for warding off evil and ghosts, handed it to Zhong Lian, and said, "Give this to whoever needs it."

Zhong Lian said happily, "Uncle, I understand."

Zhang Wei hurriedly said, "Uncle, this kid Lin Jiajun is just a playboy, and you're still letting Ah Lian associate with him."

Uncle Feng said calmly, "This is fate, I suppose. You've forgotten about your Aunt Bixin."

Zhang Wei pouted and continued eating.

Zhong Lian got up and gave the jade pendant to Lin Jiajun. Seeing the two of them acting so affectionate, Miao Zhiwei felt a bit dejected and wanted to leave.

Zhang Wei immediately got up, pulled Miao Zhiwei back, and said, "Little Miao, giving up already?"

Miao Zhiwei sighed and said, "What else can I do?"

Zhang Wei immediately said, "I actually think you are more suitable for Ah Lian."

Miao Zhiwei immediately perked up and said, "Wei Ge, are you serious?"

Zhang Wei immediately nodded and said, "That goes without saying, but it all depends on your performance."

Miao Zhiwei patted his chest and said, "Wei Ge, if you have anything you need, just tell me, I will definitely get it done for you."

Zhang Wei immediately asked, "Is that kid Lin Jiajun planning to act alone? Did you find out anything?"

Miao Zhiwei showed a hesitant expression.

Zhang Wei secretly thought, 'Just as I suspected, there's something fishy.' He immediately said, "Look, Little Miao, don't say I didn't help you. I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it."

Miao Zhiwei hurriedly grabbed Zhang Wei and said, "The owner of that courtyard also has a Japanese restaurant under their name."

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "Very good, you seized the opportunity. Remember, Ah Lian likes handsome and stylish men."

Miao Zhiwei hurriedly thanked him and said, "I understand, thank you, Wei Ge."

Zhang Wei sent Miao Zhiwei off, returned to the dining table to eat, and gave Uncle Feng a look.

The next morning, Uncle Feng had to go to headquarters to retrieve some things, and Zhang Wei left with Uncle Feng first.

Seeing Uncle Feng and Zhang Wei leave, Lin Jiajun immediately dragged Miao Zhiwei along to investigate the case.

He saw Miao Zhiwei wearing a handsome suit and smiled, "Wow, why are you dressed so sharply today?"

Miao Zhiwei pushed Lin Jiajun away and said, "Don't get cocky, I won't necessarily lose to you."

Lin Jiajun immediately flattered him, "Alright, alright, I know. Let's go, to that Japanese restaurant."

Miao Zhiwei immediately refused, "No way, Uncle told me to keep an eye on you and not let you run around."

Lin Jiajun forcibly pulled Miao Zhiwei and said, "The police department won't stop functioning without him. Don't say so much; if you don't go, I'll go alone. Give me the car keys."

Miao Zhiwei was helpless and had no choice but to go with Lin Jiajun to that Japanese restaurant.

Before long, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the Japanese restaurant. Just as they got out of the car, they saw Zhang Wei standing there.

Lin Jiajun immediately looked at Miao Zhiwei, and Miao Zhiwei immediately shook his head.

Zhang Wei immediately stepped forward and said, "You two are very slow; I've been standing here for a long time. Let's go, let's go inside and investigate."

Lin Jiajun couldn't say anything, so the three of them entered the Japanese restaurant together.

The style of this shop was distinctly Japanese architecture; upon entering, one could see a set of contemporary armor from the end of the Japanese Warring States period.

The waitress greeting them at the door was wearing a kimono; she tapped a small drum and shouted in Japanese, "Welcome."

Then she stepped forward and asked, "How many guests?"

Zhang Wei said directly, "Three."

The maid immediately led the three of them to a private room.

The three of them looked around at the environment as they entered the room.

Once the maid left, Miao Zhiwei leaned toward Zhang Wei and said, "Wei Ge, that woman wouldn't happen to be a walking corpse too, would she?"

Zhang Wei shook his head and said, "She is a living person."

Lin Jiajun said casually, "What are you afraid of?"

Miao Zhiwei said with dissatisfaction, "Of course you aren't afraid; I don't have a protective talisman."

Zhang Wei took out a protective talisman and handed it to Miao Zhiwei, saying, "Put it in your chest pocket."

Miao Zhiwei thanked him immediately and, beaming with joy, tucked the protective talisman into his bosom.

The three of them sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries; the door behind Lin Jiajun slowly slid open, and directly facing him was a mirror.

In front of the mirror was a table, and sitting beside it was Michiko Konishi; she held a cold chrysanthemum and cast a spell while looking at Lin Jiajun's back.

However, Lin Jiajun had Uncle Feng's evil-warding talisman on him, so Michiko Konishi's spell was broken, and the mirror shattered instantly.

Michiko Konishi turned her head without panic and said, "We can finally have a face-to-face chat."

Lin Jiajun looked at the beautiful woman before him and asked in confusion, "We don't even know each other; what is there to chat about?"

Michiko Konishi took a document case from the side and said, "I don't think we need to beat around the bush; if you don't mind, please accept this."

Lin Jiajun stepped forward and opened the case; inside was actually one million Hong Kong dollars—this was a large sum of money.

Zhang Wei said coldly, "What a grand gesture. You dare to bribe a Royal Hong Kong Police officer? I am going to arrest you!"

Michiko Konishi said with a smile, "We have always kept to our own paths, so why must we be enemies? If we continue to fight like this, it will only result in mutual destruction."

As she spoke, she pulled out a strand of hair, sliced the wine pot in front of her into two halves, and said, "Why not have a drink and consider it?"

Lin Jiajun and Miao Zhiwei saw the cups in front of them moving on their own, and both of them were somewhat frightened.

Zhang Wei sneered, "You want to bluff me with such petty tricks? You people of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect truly remember the taste of food but forget the pain of the beating!"

Michiko Konishi's expression changed, and she asked, "Who are you?"

Zhang Wei said with some arrogance, "I am a disciple of Maoshan. Surely your grandmasters must have told you about how the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect was nearly wiped out in Hongkou decades ago, right?"

Michiko Konishi was furious and asked, "What relation are you to Zhang Sheng?"

Zhang Wei laughed, "Is the name of my grand-uncle-master something you can just call out? You had better surrender now, otherwise, I will let you meet the same fate as your grandmasters and be buried here!"

Michiko Konishi's expression turned cold as she said, "It seems there is nothing to talk about then?"

Zhang Wei shouted, "You traffic drugs and bring disaster to Hong Kong; both publicly and privately, there is nothing to talk about!"

As soon as his voice fell, Zhang Wei pulled out an Eight Trigrams Mirror and shone it at Michiko Konishi.

Michiko Konishi was shocked and hurriedly dodged; at the same time, a Pen Spirit rushed out from the mirror, its hair spreading out like a waterfall to block all the golden light for Michiko Konishi.

Zhang Wei's expression changed, and he shouted, "Run! Don't get in my way!"

Lin Jiajun and Miao Zhiwei immediately ran outside, but they encountered the thug Zhou Li and were beaten severely; Zhang Wei was temporarily unable to attend to them.

Zhang Wei's surprise attack did not injure Michiko Konishi; she immediately summoned the Futako Onna and the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and the three spirits attacked Zhang Wei together.

Zhang Wei held the Eight Trigrams Mirror in his left hand and a Golden Coin Sword in his right; then, he bit his left index finger and wiped it across the Golden Coin Sword, which immediately erupted with golden light.

"Go!"

The Golden Coin Sword immediately flew toward the Pen Spirit, rapidly hacking away its hair, and those hairs turned directly into black smoke and dissipated.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman and the Futako Onna attacked Zhang Wei from the left and right, but were blocked from approaching by Zhang Wei using the Eight Trigrams Mirror.

Seeing Zhang Wei struggling to fend off the three spirits, Michiko Konishi smiled and said, "So there is another expert."

Having said that, she took out a cold chrysanthemum and twisted it hard; the petals fell to the ground and rapidly turned into fireballs, flying directly toward Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei was shocked and kicked the table up, blocking the incoming fireballs.

He immediately pinched a sword incantation and shouted, "Ancestral Master, help me!"

The next second, Zhang Wei turned into a muscular man; the Futako Onna and the Slit-Mouthed Woman had just rushed forward when they were knocked to the ground by Zhang Wei with one punch each, while the Pen Spirit was suppressed by the Golden Coin Sword.

Seeing Zhang Wei instantly become stronger, Michiko Konishi knew this was some kind of secret technique; she immediately fled the room, saw Lin Jiajun knocked to the ground, and immediately cast a spell, sending a surge of cold energy into Lin Jiajun's body before quickly escaping.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei was still in the room grabbing the Futako Onna and the Slit-Mouthed Woman and beating them fiercely, until they were crying and wailing.

Then he took out a yellow cloth bag and captured the two female spirits inside it.

Seeing her companions captured, the Pen Spirit did not dare to stay and vanished directly from the mirror.

"Wei Ge, my partner is in trouble!"

Zhang Wei withdrew his supernatural power, caught his breath, retrieved the Golden Coin Sword, and immediately ran out, seeing Lin Jiajun covered in cold energy.

Zhang Wei's expression changed, and he slapped his thigh hard, saying, "It's over, I'm definitely going to get scolded by Uncle later."

"Little Miao, hurry and take him back; I'm going to find Uncle!"

Miao Zhiwei immediately carried Lin Jiajun to the car and returned home, while Zhang Wei ran immediately to find Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng had already retrieved his ritual implements from the police station and happened to run into Zhang Wei, who was rushing back.

Upon seeing Uncle Feng, Zhang Wei immediately said, "Uncle, that kid Lin Jiajun is in trouble."

Uncle Feng frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Zhang Wei said, "He was hit by that female sorceress's black magic, and his whole body is filled with cold energy."

Uncle Feng and Zhang Wei immediately rushed back to Lin Jiajun's home.

In the room, Miao Zhiwei and A-Lian had wrapped Lin Jiajun up like a mummy, and there was a fire burning nearby, but his body was covered in frost.

Zhong Lian saw Uncle Feng and Zhang Wei return and hurriedly stood up, saying, "Uncle, Wei Ge, please save Officer Lin."

Uncle Feng immediately examined Lin Jiajun and said, "The cold energy has reached his heart; he is in great danger."

Miao Zhiwei immediately asked, "Uncle, is there any other way?"

Uncle Feng nodded and said, "There are three fires within the human body; as long as we gather these three fires and let them enter his body, we can resolve this cold poison."

Zhang Wei immediately took out a cup and used his magic power to vibrate it, causing the bottom of the cup to fall off directly.

He handed this piece of glass to Uncle Feng.

Miao Zhiwei asked, "But he is unconscious, what should we do?"

Zhang Wei explained, "Just use yours; close your eyes and focus your spirit."

Uncle Feng acted directly, pressing the glass piece onto Miao Zhiwei's forehead, then drawing out the Divine Fire of the Heart within him.

He then quickly placed this glass piece onto Lin Jiajun's forehead; the Divine Fire of the Heart within Lin Jiajun's body was mobilized, and the three True Fires within his body immediately ignited.

The next second, the frost on Lin Jiajun's skin began to melt, and white mist drifted away continuously.

Very soon, everyone could see Lin Jiajun's face again.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, an unexpected turn occurred: Lin Jiajun's face was swelling.

Zhang Wei immediately warned, "There is still one more demonic art!"

Uncle Feng immediately pried open Lin Jiajun's mouth, and a blue orb of light rushed straight out.

Zhang Wei was quick-eyed and nimble-handed, immediately taking out the Eight Trigrams Mirror to shine it at the blue orb of light; in the blink of an eye, the blue orb of light dissipated completely.

Uncle Feng breathed a sigh of relief and checked on Lin Jiajun again, frowning as he said, "I need to perform CPR on him."

"Tap, tap, tap."

A distinct sound of dripping water appeared in the room.

Zhang Wei immediately said, "Ah Lian, Little Miao, you two hurry and get something to light a fire at the doorway."

The two of them immediately got up to do the task.

Zhang Wei looked at Uncle Feng and said, "That woman is here. Uncle, you save him first; I will deal with that woman."

Uncle Feng handed the yellow cloth bag by his side to Zhang Wei and said, "You must be careful; I will come to help you in a moment."

(End of chapter)