<h4>Chapter 1204: Chapter 1211: Chengde Martial Arts Hall</h4>


    "The old general didn’t have coronary heart disease before, so logically, he shouldn’t have a sudden issue like this."


    "Have you mentioned it to the other doctors?" Ling Chen asked.


    "I have, but they all think that the old general’s age and deteriorating physical functions could lead to anything." The young man said with some resignation.


    Hearing this, Ling Chen and Tang Yuan exchanged a nce, both showing a hint of confusion. From the beginning, Ling Chen found Qiao Zhen’s condition quite odd. Though Qiao Zhen was old, he exercised regrly, with methods taught by He Ziyun, and was supposed to be very healthy. Furthermore, when they saw Qiao Zhen yesterday, he was full of energy,pletely healthy in appearance.


    Yet, in just one night, Qiao Zhen had fallen sick in bed, unable to wake up.


    "Sang, what do you think?" Tang Yuan asked.


    Ling Chen nced at the doctors in the office analyzing the condition, then signaled to Tang Yuan. Both quickly walked towards Qiao Zhen’s hospital room. Once there, Ling Chen left Tang Yuan outside to keep watch, in case any doctors suddenly came in.


    Looking at Qiao Zhen lying on the bed, Ling Chen gently lifted his head, carefully examining his body parts. After a few minutes, Ling Chen’s gaze was caught by a small needle mark. The needle mark was behind the neck, near the hair, hard to detect unless carefully inspected.


    A doctor couldn’t have ced an infusion needle here, so this needle mark definitely suggested a problem.


    Knock knock knock!


    At this time, a knock on the door sounded, signaling from Tang Yuan from outside. After re-settling Qiao Zhen’s body, Ling Chen left the hospital room.


    In the hallway, Ling Chen shared his findings with Tang Yuan, "Old Tang, the old general might have been secretly harmed, and that needle mark is evidence."


    "This needs to be reported to Colonel Pang, so he can inform the military people." Tang Yuan immediately decided, quickly heading to the office to tell Pang Jiulin. Pang Jiulin, having been mentored by Qiao Zhen, had deep feelings for the old general.


    "If someone truly harmed the old general secretly, I won’t spare them, even if I have to dig three feet underground." Pang Jiulin said angrily.


    "Instructor Pang, I suspect Hong Wei did this." Ling Chen said solemnly, "The old general was fine yesterday, yet an incident urred today. It’s very likely Hong Wei’s retaliation."


    "Investigate!" Pang Jiulin replied coldly, "You two are responsible for clearing up this matter, I’ll take care of any issues that arise. Go!"


    Leaving the Army General Hospital, Tang Yuan watched Ling Chen, lost in thought, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"


    "The old general’s militarypound is heavily guarded, not just anyone can enter or even get near. For someone to bypass so many guards and harm the old general, they must have extraordinary abilities. And I know Hong Wei is acquainted with such experts, capable of doing this."


    "Do you think it was them?"


    "Very likely!" Ling Chen contemted and said, "Old Tang, give me half a day, and I’ll surely investigate this matter thoroughly."


    "Don’t need my help?"


    "No, you stay at the hospital with the old general, in case something else happens."


    "Alright then, take care."


    Returning to the rental, Ling Chen called Hu Fei. Then, he contacted Tong Zhentian, suspecting Ren Han and Zhou Qian. These two had close ties with Hong Wei, who might have instructed them to target Qiao Zhen. However, as these two were previously supported by Tong Zhentian, any action against them required a heads-up to Tong Zhentian.


    Around two in the afternoon, Ling Chen got ready and headed alone to Chengde Martial Arts Hall, the academy Ren Han had established in Beijing.


    On the way, Ling Chen received a call from Pang Jiulin, who said only one thing: "Go ahead and do it, the entire military will back you up."


    With these words, Ling Chen’s confidence soared. The needle mark must have been confirmed as the cause of Qiao Zhen’s illness, hence the military’s decision. Just, there were matters the military couldn’t handle openly, needing consideration of impact. Hence, Ling Chen, who had left the army, was the perfect choice.


    Forty minutester, Ling Chen arrived outside Chengde Martial Arts Hall.


    Chengde Martial Arts Hall was one of the two most renowned academies in Beijing, covering thousands of square meters, with ancient architectural styles, exuding cultural vibes.


    Passing through the crimson red gate, Ling Chen just stepped over the threshold when two youths blocked his path.


    "Sir, who are you looking for?"


    "I’m looking for your Martial Arts Hall Master."


    "Do you have an appointment?"


    "Tell your Martial Arts Hall Master that Ling Chen is looking for him on urgent business, and that he better get out quickly, don’t waste my time. Otherwise, I’ll take down his academy today."


    Upon hearing this, the two youths’ faces changed, and they sternly shouted, "You’re audacious, to cause trouble at our Chengde Martial Arts Hall! You must be tired of living! Get him, show him some color."


    Seeing the two youths rushing at him, Ling Chen showed no mercy, one punch per person, knocking them directly to the ground.


    From the main gate to inside the academy, along a twenty-meter stretch, over ten peopley, who had attempted to stop Ling Chen.


    "Ren Han, your honor guest is here, aren’t you going toe out to greet them?" Entering the academy, Ling Chen shouted loudly amidst a group of youths.


    Soon, apanied by several middle-aged men, Ren Han emerged from the inner hall. Seeing Ling Chen at the door, Ren Han’s eyes turned icy cold, and he shouted coldly, "Ling Chen, what are you doing?"


    "I want to ask where you werest night."


    "Hmph! Ling Chen, don’t you think you’re meddling too much? Why should I tell you?"


    "Not willing to speak?" Ling Chen smirked slightly, and said half-smiling, half-not, "Chairman Ren, don’t me me for not reminding you, you’d better answer my questions honestly. Otherwise, the consequences are on you!"


    "Haha! Quite the arrogance." A voice echoed, and a youth in his twenties appeared in Ling Chen’s sight. The youth was well-built, with handsome features, with fine long hair, almost resembling a Korean star if he wore a suit.


    Looking at the youthing from the inner hall, Ling Chen spoke indifferently, "Chairman Ren, I thought you only had one son, Ren Chong."


    "I’m Zhou Fangfang, my father Zhou Qian, you’re likely not unfamiliar." The youth responded.


    "Oh!" Ling Chen feigned understanding, nodding, "So it’s President Zhou’s son." Pausing, he looked at Zhou Fangfang, "I’m talking to Chairman Ren, why are you, an outsider, interrupting? No manners—didn’t your dad teach you what politeness means?"