Chapter 141: Unraveling the Knot in One's Heart

  The next day, Han Yu got up and dived into this matter again, until the afternoon, when this set of knife techniques was basically completed.

  The knife method is very simple, with a total of only eight moves, all of which are the simplest moves, but they are fierce and ruthless, making them suitable for gang fights. Han Yu named this knife method "Blood War Eight Directions" and made it a required course for all formal apprentices under his command.

  Mo Jie and others have already started arranging training, those who perform outstandingly will be selected as the first batch of people to practice the Blood War Eight Sides Knife Method. Zhuo Bu Fan took Huo Ying outside to climb walls and cause trouble, following Han Yu through the high-rise buildings, his hands were itching unbearably.

  Han Yu didn't leave, but instead followed them to the training ground. Apart from knife skills, physical training was the first hurdle for these younger brothers. The special forces training Han Yu received would always allow him to lend a hand in this aspect. Besides, his master had indeed taught him some methods for building endurance back then.

  In line with Moji's idea, and with Hu Lai providing the authentic Shaolin Temple training method, they finally nailed down several practical training plans. From the intensity of training alone, the people under Han Yu were already stricter than some special forces in the army.

  Watching the teams of people shuttling back and forth on the training ground, Han Yu seemed to feel a kind of power brewing inside himself. But the heavens were not cooperating, first it started to wind up, as if it had directly passed over the clothes on people's bodies, and landed straight on the ground.

  Then the sky turned gloomy. In the dark sky, there were clusters of cotton-like clouds, heavy as if something was about to burst out, and with a slight stir, they fell down.

  The bare branches trembled with a shiver in the cold wind, feeling the chill of the surrounding environment. Han Yu subconsciously shrunk his neck, raised his head, and squinted his eyes to gaze at the not-too-distant sky, where it was snowing.

  Lightly falling snowflakes, fluttering down gently. The world seemed to quiet down all at once, exuding a crisp and refreshing chill that was pure to the extreme.

  Those little brothers who were training were brought back indoors by Moji and others. As a former martial arts school, there was a specially opened training building for students to train, which naturally sheltered the little brothers from the rain.

  The training ground, which had just been bustling with excitement, suddenly became quiet and deserted.

  There is only one figure, still running endlessly on the training ground. He has a lean build, a cold face, and a head of black long hair quietly draped behind him, his constantly running figure, like a hunting wild wolf.

  He is a black wolf.

  Han Yu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, the Black Wolf's injury had been carefully treated by Shao Yang, and although it had almost recovered, he had lost a lot of his vital energy after all, and his body was still far from fully recovering, absolutely unable to withstand such exertion.

  However, Han Yu did not stop him, because he knew what it was like to lose a brother. The wounds on his body would heal quickly, but the wound in his heart?

  There, where medicine cannot reach.

  Han Yu let out a soft sigh and slowly walked to the middle of the track. His figure was straight, his entire body wrapped in black, standing quietly there.

  The black wolf stopped and called out in a low voice: "Boss."

  Han Yu glanced at him, and the black wolf's face had a few more sharp edges. His thin cheeks were slightly red due to the intense exercise just now, but this couldn't cover up the somewhat pale base color.

  "Come back with me." Han Yu spoke up.

  "Old big brother, I'm fine." Hei Lang lightly curled his lips, and that was a smile: "I want to run for a while longer."

  As he spoke, he was about to walk past Han Yu's side, but was caught by Han Yu grabbing his arm: "Is it useful for you to ruin yourself like this? Can the Red Wolves come back to life? Can they?! If you have something that makes you uncomfortable and want to vent, then come at me! You're not looking to vent, are you? You don't care about your own body, do you? Come on, come at me!"

  "I didn't mean to vent, I just wanted to run for a while..."

  "What's wrong? Are you a man or not? Dare to do it but don't dare to take responsibility?" Han Yu's mouth corner revealed a cold smile, and his words were even more venomous: "Scared? Are you afraid to hit me? Afraid I'll beat you up? Your fists aren't that powerful, are they? You can keep punching the sandbag until it bleeds, but now you're like a weak woman, can't even lift them up? Or do your fists only dare to face the sandbag?"

  "Big brother, don't force me..."

  "What, I'm forcing you? How about it? You come at me, come on! If you don't dare, then you're just a coward, and I'll always look down on you..." Han Yu pointed at his own face, with a mocking expression.

  "Damn it!" A loud roar, followed by a fist heavily landing on something.

  Han Yu hummed and fell heavily to the ground. He didn't dodge, and when he fell, he didn't use his hands to support himself, so he took a solid punch and then let himself fall heavily to the ground.

  The icy ground, slightly damp, made full contact with his body. Under the nearby trees, Zhuo Bu Fan's face changed color, and he wanted to rush out from behind the tree, but was caught by Lang Ya.

  "Don't worry, nothing will happen to Boss." Wolf Tooth said in a low voice.

  "Hmm, looks like the Black Wolf is fine too." Hu muttered to himself, rubbing his bald head, and turned around to leave, with Lang Ya naturally following him.

  Left with only Zhāo Bù Fán standing there foolishly, looking at Huǒ Yǐng lying lazily on the ground, as if unwilling to move even a bit.

  Hei Lang didn't think he would actually dare to punch Lao Da, so when the punch was thrown, he himself was stunned. He stared at his own hand, and it wasn't until after a while that he came back to his senses and realized what he had just done.

  "Boss, are you okay? I...I didn't mean to..." Hei Lang knelt down beside Han Yu with a thud: "I just can't bear to be idle, I mustn't be idle. Because as soon as I stop, my mind is filled with the images of Hong Lang and the others charging forward with knives, my ears are filled with their mournful cries before they died... I can only use constant training to exhaust myself, to numb myself... Their deaths were all for me, all for me..."

  Han Yu suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly, saying in a low voice: "I know, I know! But it's precisely because of this that you must cherish yourself even more. You are not just living for yourself now, but also for them. The Red Wolves did not die, because you are still alive, you are the continuation of their lives. Your wonderful life is theirs, your glory is also theirs!"

  "Cheer up, don't disappoint me, don't let the Red Wolves down, and even more so, don't let their efforts go to waste!" Han Yu gently loosened his hug, staring tightly into Hei Lang's eyes.

  Hei Lang silently knelt down, Han Yu's words made him feel a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. Although the dark clouds in his heart had not completely dispersed, at least he knew what to do now.

  He nodded vigorously at Han Yu!

  Han Yu got up from the ground, patted the snow on his buttocks and laughed: "This is it! A man should make some noise in this world, if not, wouldn't he be wasting his life? Let's go back!"

  "Got it!" The black wolf responded loudly and got up from the ground.

  The snowflakes grew larger and larger, big pieces of goose-down-like snow fell continuously from the sky, and in a twinkling of an eye, the world became a vast expanse of white!

  Han Yu and Hei Lang walked side by side into the snow, leaving behind a trail of deep footprints, loudly proclaiming their passage...

  The black wolf's knot was untied, and Han Yu felt a great relief in his heart. If he didn't let the black wolf vent out the gloom in his heart, it would be hard to prevent him from being crushed by that heavy, suffocating brotherly affection, and being struck down by that bloody, unrelenting hatred that was constantly scorching his soul!

  Fortunately, everything has been overcome now.

  Han Yu didn't stay in the training grounds, and when a thin layer of darkness covered the sky, he returned to Langman Yanhui with Zhuo Bufan. Now this place has become the entrance hall of An Tie Tang.

  "Boss, you're back?" Han Yu had just walked into the first floor hall of Langman Smoke and Ash when Chen Jiao came up to greet him. He was on duty today, and as the headquarters of An Tie Tang, there were always more powers here than elsewhere. Apart from the guests who were currently playing, there were at least twenty or thirty younger brothers hiding in the shadows, keeping watch.

  "What's going on today?" Han Yu glanced at him and said softly as he walked upstairs.

  "It's not the case, but Mo Taiheng, the boss of Erba Dao Huo Guo Cheng, came twice!" Chen Jiao said in a low voice. Last time, Mo Taiheng had a drinking contest with that donkey, and ended up losing, getting drunk and being carried back by his younger brother Xiaotian, this matter almost spread throughout the entire Tian Shui City's underworld, and Mo Taiheng even got a nickname called "Drunken Knife"!

  Han Yu heard this and raised an eyebrow, stopping his footsteps on the stairs, saying softly: "What did he say?"

  Chen Jiao shook his head and said in a low voice, "No, but it looks like they're in a hurry."

  Today at three o'clock, um, three o'clock, I'm calling for the support of fresh flowers...