Chapter 212 — A Ghost Taps at the Window at Midnight
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"The peak of the late Yellow Rank? What kind of strength is that?" Zhong Yongliang was none too clear on how strength was ranked in jianghu circles.
"It means being a bit stronger than an ordinary special forces soldier!" Black Panther said. "That Song girl from the squad is only at the middle Yellow Rank!"
"Oh, oh..." Zhong Yongliang was utterly bewildered. "Brother Black Panther, how did you suddenly become so strong?"
Earlier, when Brother Black Panther had been beaten bloody by Wei Zhao, he had seemed very weak; but now, as he himself said, even Qiu Lingshan from the squad was no match for him, and judging by his nimble movements at this moment, he did not appear to be lying.
Presumably his strength had suddenly shot up. If only he had been this formidable back when he fought Wei Zhao — Zhong Yongliang thought with some regret.
"Hmph. In my early years I was taken into a mysterious jianghu sect. In that sect there was a very formidable martial arts manual, and one of its chapters used the consumption of one's lifespan to raise one's strength to its utmost limit!" Black Panther made no secret of it. "But because I broke the sect's rules, I was expelled. When I left, I copied down that chapter on rapidly boosting one's strength..."
Zhong Yongliang was baffled by what he heard, but he nodded all the same. He was no fool, either: "Then this so-called method of rapidly boosting strength — it has a flaw, doesn't it?"
"Yes. Not only does it have a flaw, the flaw is enormous. First, it costs you five years of your lifespan. Second, the strength gained so quickly can only be sustained for about a month, after which you become an ordinary man again, and your principal meridians are damaged besides — you can never practice martial arts again as long as you live!" Black Panther said. "But weighed against the punishment I am about to face, that sacrifice is worth it!"
The reason Black Panther had to flee was that he knew full well the crimes he had committed this time were no small matter! Illegal possession of firearms, picking quarrels and provoking trouble, intentional injury — and on top of that, he already had a record at the police station from before he ever got into trouble; dredged up all together this time, and sentenced as a combined punishment for multiple crimes, he would face at least ten years or more behind bars. Black Panther truly could not afford to wait, and so he had risked everything.
Ten years in prison — for a man like Black Panther, who craved pleasure and comfort, he would rather be dead! He had escaped to accomplish two things. The first was to find Wei Zhao and settle his score! This bastard had not only landed him in the station, but half his face still had not healed, and the wound on his hand from the gun's bursting still throbbed with pain. That was the greatest humiliation Black Panther had suffered since he first made his name!
"Oh... Brother Black Panther, so you came here to..." Zhong Yongliang asked cautiously. After all, Brother Black Panther's going to prison had a great deal to do with him — had he not invited the man, he would not have come to this. So Zhong Yongliang was very careful, afraid that Brother Black Panther would vent his anger on him.