Yang Xin'Er: "Hu Balei, I heard from the brothers in the hall that your brother Hu Sanli took seventy or eighty guys out a while back. Is life too leisurely for him, looking for some excitement?"
Hu Balei shivered at Yang Xin'Er's inquiry and slowly explained, "Hall Master, Miss, it's my fault for poor supervision. That rascal Sanli somehow offended that guy, and the seventy or eighty brothers he took got all injured and are now in the hospital..."
With that, Hu Balei explained the situation again.
Yang Jinrong was incredulous upon hearing this: "What did you say? So many brothers in the hall got beaten into the hospital by one person?"
Hu Balei nodded: "That's right. I know this shouldn't have happened, but... it did. The guy's name is Li Chuan, a freshman at Jiangzhou Hospital of Chinese Medicine. He can twist a pistol into a pretzel barehanded. With such strength... he must be one of those legendary Ancient Martial Artists..."
