Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

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Just like that, Song Yun was pulled into the base by the old man.

Once inside, Song Yun discovered a vast area with all kinds of training facilities, a stark contrast to the somewhat dilapidated gate outside.

"Ding! Detected host is located at Magic Capital Kunpeng Security Company, would you like to check in?"

Is it coming now? Could it grant me two top-level bodyguards as a sign-in reward?

But soon the system brutally slapped him in the face and told him that everything must be based on reality.

After Song Yun finished checking in, the system's voice rang out again.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the check-in, reward ancient martial arts combat techniques maxed out, with an additional one hundred top master's insights into martial arts practices!"

In an instant, Song Yun circulated the energy in his dantian and felt a qi dragon roaming in his body; with a slight flick of his hand, he sent the old man reeling back several steps.

The old man turned his head, looking at Song Yun with a face full of surprise. He could sense Song Yun's momentum steadily climbing to the pinnacle of martial arts, the Grandmaster realm!

Could this young man be a once-in-a-century genius?

But that's not right, he hadn't heard of any family's offspring being this powerful!

This cloaked Song Yun's identity with a light veil, making it appear very mysterious.

"Young man, who did you apprentice under?" the old man asked with a cupped-fist salute.

"Self-taught."

Song Yun's words made the old man laugh out loud. I've lived for such a long time; you expect me to believe that? These days, any old ghost with a bit of real skill is secretive. Without gaining their trust, you can't learn the real deal!

Based on the skill you just used to send me flying, that's not something you can learn in just a few years!

So, in the old man's eyes, Song Yun shifted from being a customer to someone who had come to challenge the premises.

Only this person was a bit tricky to handle; if even he couldn't deal with him, was today the day the company's name would be ruined?

Looking at the old man's pained expression, Song Yun approached, puzzled, wanting to snap him out of it, but who knew the old man would dodge him with a Bagua Step.

"Well, well, you just couldn't hold back because you're young!" the old man thought. All these years I have never bullied men or overpowered women, so why do people always come to defeat me, to make a name for themselves?

Is it just because they find me an easy target?!

The more the old man thought, the angrier he became. He grounded himself in a horse stance, his feet trembling before he turned his waist using strength, his elbow bending, and charging towards Song Yun like an arrow off its bowstring.

Song Yun took a careful look. Isn't this the Baji Fist technique? How did such a fierce move come to be used against him?

He didn't have time to think any further. Anyone who practices Baji Fist starts by smashing into trees until they can break a large one; only then can they learn the techniques.

This has led to a common saying among the people: literature pacifies with Bagua under heaven, martial arts shake the universe with Baji!

Known for its ferocity, a sequence of Baji Fist could leave you dead or at least half disabled.

Song Yun dared not underestimate it and raised his Cloud Hands. If you're using Baji Fist, then I'll stick to you with my four-ounce Bagua Palm!

The old man's elbow led his raised palm, chopping down like an axe towards Song Yun's face. Song Yun blocked with his right hand, skillfully using his Inner Strength to divert the direction, effortlessly neutralizing the old man's potentially lethal strike.

But Song Yun was not a great benefactor. If you're trying to kill me, why should I be courteous?

With a flutter of movement, he breached the old man's defenses, entwining his hands around the old man's arms. Both men began a push hands match following Song Yun's rhythm.

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The old man was pushing through several rounds but beads of cold sweat began to pool into rivulets, running down both sides of his cheeks, clearly a bit out of his depth.

Seeing this, Song Yun converted his strength, then released it, sending the old man stumbling back four or five meters.

The old man sat on the ground, taking deep breaths of air; the young man's control was simply terrifying!

"I admit defeat!" the old man said with humiliation.

"No, Old man, aren't you being a bit too dramatic? You started with a sneak attack on me just now, what exactly are you trying to do?" Song Yun asked irritably.

"???"

After several changes in his expression, the old man asked cautiously, "You're not here to challenge the dojo, are you?"

Hearing this, Song Yun was even more surprised, "Have I ever said anything like that from start to finish?"

The old man thought about it carefully; indeed, he had not...

"But you're so powerful; you don't need anyone to protect you at all!"

"Nonsense! It's a society governed by law now, I can't just resort to violence for every issue, can I? Besides, bodyguards aren't just for fighting. I'm so handsome; when I'm out on the street and women come up asking for my contact details, bodyguards can at least fend them off a bit."

The old man wanted to argue against this rationale but, looking at Song Yun's face, ultimately he didn't say a word, alright, your handsomeness is your excuse!

Since it was all a misunderstanding, the old man took Song Yun to his office, and after some conversation, it turned out that the old man was the chairman of the company and had a reputation in the martial world when he was young.

And it was an unlucky day for Song Yun to come; everyone from the base had gone out for wilderness survival training, leaving only the chairman to guard the vast base.

Since that was the case, Song Yun could only schedule a time to come back for another visit.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingqing's father, at his usual residence in Magic Capital, was on a phone call, chuckling away but with his brows slightly furrowed.

After a while, Ye Qingqing's father hung up the phone with a headache and massaged his temples.

"Wife, later Lu Sihua is coming over with Si Hua, can you call Qing Qing to come back for dinner?"

"What? Si Hua's back from overseas? Is he still not giving up?" Ye Qingqing's mother also looked worried.

They should never have introduced their daughter to Si Hua in the first place. At first, he seemed polite and cultivated, but behind the scenes, he was a playboy.

Not to mention that Ye Qingqing, being so prideful, would not fancy such a man, even her parents found him extremely distasteful.

But what could they do, given that Si Hua's father and Ye Qingqing's father were old friends and he had helped him in the past? It was a situation where they detested seeing someone but couldn't avoid it.

Thinking this, Ye Qingqing's mother kicked her husband hard, "It's all because of you, encouraging our two families' youngsters to meet. If my daughter really falls into that pit, you better be ready to be skinned alive!"

Ye Qingqing's father felt greatly wronged; wasn't it your nagging about our daughter's marriage that got me involved in the first place? How come I'm solely to blame now!

Of course, he dared not say this aloud. He really feared being thrown out of the house by his wife.

"What should we do now?" Ye Qingqing's mother asked, clearly flustered.

Ye Qingqing's father sighed, lit a cigarette, and said in a low voice, "Do you really think your daughter is a fool? Si Hua, that brat, Qing Qing sees him far clearer than us. As long as Qing Qing doesn't agree to be with Si Hua, I'll talk to Lu; our friendship has lasted many years, let's not fall out over the kids' affairs."

"You and you! I'm not saying this; you go and talk to Qing Qing yourself!"

"No, no! Our daughter already dislikes me; if she gets mad and stops coming back to live here, then what?"