Xiaoming drove the extended Lincoln, taking everyone for a day before arriving in the capital.
After exiting the highway, Xiaoming called Long Xiao to ask where he was and planned to go find him.
To Xiaoming's great disappointment, Long Xiao told him he had already arrived at the airport and was about to board his flight to western Sichuan.
Upon hearing that Long Xiao was going to western Sichuan, Old Master Xiao happily said, "Long Xiao is going to challenge the Nangong Family. Heh heh, that's bold. Young people should be like this. Wavering isn't for the young."
Xiaoming looked at Old Master Xiao and said, "My brother Long is going to risk his life, and you're gloating."
Old Master Xiao laughed, "It's just the Nangong Family. He's going to gain experience. Don't worry, with me here, there's no danger."
In the Dragon Cave, Old Master Xiao had realized that Long Xiao was a very special person. As long as it wasn't a fatal blow, he could survive any severe injury.
Old Master Xiao had been to the Nangong Family before and sparred with the Nangong family patriarch, beating him soundly. Therefore, he didn't take the Nangong Family seriously.
After a day of driving, everyone was tired. It would take another day of driving to get to western Sichuan, so they decided to find a hotel to stay for the night before continuing their journey.
This time, Xiaoming found a larger hotel and parked the car in the hotel's parking lot for safety, so no one would smash his car windows.
After a hurried meal, they each went back to their rooms to rest. Just as Xiaoming lay down, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Xiaoming asked.
A sweet, girlish voice replied, "Little brother, would you like some special service?"
"What special service?" Xiaoming asked again.
"Whatever you ask me to do, I'll do," the woman replied.
Xiaoming didn't expect the hotel to have such services. He quickly jumped out of bed, wrapped in his blanket, and opened the door.
A woman, dressed gaudily, appeared before Xiaoming. As soon as the woman entered, she started to take off her clothes. Xiaoming quickly said, "What are you doing? You're not allowed to bathe here."
"Or we can bathe together," the woman said.
Xiaoming shook his head and said, "I just bathed. I'm not bathing. Didn't you say you provide special services? Then let's begin."
The woman started to undress again. Xiaoming stepped back a few paces and said, "Are you sick?"
"No, I have a health check-up report," the woman said, pulling out a report for Xiaoming to see.
Xiaoming didn't bother to look at her health check-up report and said, "I'm not looking. It's just providing a special service, what's there to check in a report?"
Ten minutes later, Xiaoming was lying on the bed playing with his phone while the woman was in the bathroom, washing all of Xiaoming's clothes.
The woman was sweating profusely from exertion. After hanging the clothes to dry, she called out, "It's done, little brother."
Xiaoming took out a hundred-yuan bill from his backpack and threw it, saying, "You can go now, I need to sleep."
The woman took the hundred-yuan bill and looked at Xiaoming, confused, unsure whether to leave.
"Go, close the door on your way out. Don't disturb my sleep. I have to travel tomorrow," Xiaoming waved his hand.
The woman didn't leave. She stood there looking at Xiaoming and said, "Are you really clueless, or are you pretending to be?"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the door was violently flung open, and two young men in police uniforms burst in.
"Caught red-handed. There's nothing to say now," one of the uniformed young men said.
Xiaoming, lying on the bed, looked at the uniformed young men and asked, "Caught red-handed? Did I steal something, or rob someone?"
"At your age, to be doing..."
Xiaoming knew what he was going to say. He reached into his bag and took out his Profound Iron cleaver, saying, "Doing my ass! What I do is none of your business. Get out quickly, or I'll kill you."
"You dare threaten a police officer," one of the uniformed young men said.
Xiaoming looked at the two uniformed young men and said, "Show me your identification to prove your identities."
"You have no right to check our identification."
"I have the right to chop you!" Xiaoming got out of bed, holding the cleaver in one hand and the blanket in the other.
The two uniformed young men laughed heartily and said, "You, trying to fight us brothers?"
As soon as they finished speaking, Xiaoming's feet shot out from under the blanket, kicking each of them out.
Both men spat blood, struggled to get up, and stared at Xiaoming, stunned. "How are you so strong?"
"Get lost, don't disturb my sleep, or I'll kill you," Xiaoming said.
Seeing that they couldn't win, the two young men, along with the woman, retreated fearfully.
After a peaceful night's sleep, Xiaoming was getting dressed the next morning when a police car stopped in front of the hotel. Two middle-aged police officers got out and walked to Xiaoming's door.
Xiaoming happened to be opening the door. Seeing the two officers, he asked curiously, "Are you guys ever going to stop?"
One of the middle-aged officers asked, "Stop what? Someone reported that you injured someone last night."
Xiaoming looked at the two officers strangely and asked, "Do you police officers need to call the police?"
"What do you mean?" the other officer asked.
Xiaoming smiled and said, "I beat up two police officers last night. Did they call the police?"
The two officers took Xiaoming to the hotel front desk to ask who had called. The two young men in police uniforms from last night came out. They weren't in uniform today.
"We called the police. This kid had a cleaver in his bag and said he would chop us," one of the young men said.
The two middle-aged officers looked at Xiaoming and said, "They said you had a cleaver in your bag. Is that true?"
Xiaoming nodded and said, "It's true. I'm a chef, and a cleaver is my tool. On the other hand, they impersonated police officers yesterday and tried to extort me."
With both sides stating their case, a stalemate ensued when the elevator doors opened, and a refined old man, accompanied by two young men, walked out.
The old man was greatly surprised to see the cleaver in Xiaoming's hand. He quickened his pace to Xiaoming and said, "Little brother, can I see the cleaver in your hand?"
Xiaoming shook his head and said, "This is my family's ancestral cleaver, and it absolutely cannot be handed over to anyone else."
"Hold it, I just want to take a look," the old man said excitedly.
Xiaoming carefully extended his hand, holding the cleaver for the old man to examine.
The old man looked very carefully for a full minute and said, "That's right, that's right. It's this Profound Iron cleaver."
After speaking, the old man knelt down with a thud in front of Xiaoming and said, "Xiao Tianyong pays his respects to the Young Master."
Seeing the old man kneel, Xiaoming was startled and quickly stepped back, saying, "No, you've made a mistake. I'm not your Young Master."
"You are indeed our Young Master. This Profound Iron cleaver is one of a kind. This is the cleaver of a Human Chef. I wouldn't mistake it. Since the cleaver is your family heirloom, you must be a descendant of a Human Chef."
Someone else calling him a descendant of a Human Chef made it impossible for Xiaoming to explain. When he was in Hong Kong, Xiaoming wanted to understand the Human Chef situation, but he had left in a hurry and hadn't met the old veteran.