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"Is this thing reliable?" Zhou Heng was a little doubtful in his heart.

Now he was walking around the city with a glass of water in his hand, and there was a plum blossom stuck in the water.

This was the "Winter Plum Blossom Tracking Technique" that he had learned from the Art of Pursuing. The main idea was that as long as he kept thinking about the person he was looking for, the petals of the Plum Blossom would guide him. Although this book came from the Heavenly Teacher Library, Zhou Heng could not be sure that all the books in the Heavenly Teacher Library were reliable. It was just that the method he was using right now was filled with an unreliable atmosphere — the casting process was too simple, and because the water was swaying, the plum blossoms in the water also swayed along, constantly changing their direction, guiding Zhou Heng to randomly wander around the city.

Everyone on the streets looked at Zhou Heng strangely.

Right now, it was the most chaotic time in Coastal City, so Zhou Heng's strange method would definitely be more eye-catching. After a while, a few delinquents who were squatting by the side of the road noticed Zhou Heng. They looked at each other, then stood up and surrounded Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng had long noticed these hoodlums, but he never thought that they would dare to surround him in the broad daylight.

One of the hoodlums spoke first, "Young man, what kind of appearance is this?"

Zhou Heng ignored the little hoodlum, as he was focused on staring at the Plum Blossom in the cup. The petals of the Plum Blossom would guide him towards the direction he was about to go. But no matter how he looked at it, he could not understand where this Plum Blossom wanted to take him.

The hooligans looked at each other, probably treating this silent brat as a fool.

"I think this person has a broken skull?" At the same time, he touched the cup on Zhou Heng's head and said, "Heh, this flower looks pretty good."

Just as his hand was about to touch the petals of the Plum Blossom, his knees suddenly weakened and he collapsed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The little hoodlum let out a painful wail: "My leg, my leg!" He held his knees and rolled on the ground.

"Fifth Bro! Fifth Bro!" The other hooligans called him by his nickname, "Ol 'Five, what happened to you?" They were unable to see Zhou Heng's movements clearly, it had already exceeded the speed that their eyes could capture. However, Zhou Heng, who knew about the Basic Fire Spell, was able to control the temperature. It was a high temperature which was enough to ignite clothes. In other words, as long as he wanted to, he could not only kick the little hoodlum's knee to pieces, but he could also use the high temperature produced by the friction to burn the hoodlum into charcoal.

The reason why Zhou Heng did not do this was because he did not want to create trouble for himself. After all, this was a crowded street, and after he was attracted by these hooligans, many people's attention turned towards him.

"It's him!" This bastard must have done a good job! " A delinquent shouted at Zhou Heng.

"Too noisy." Zhou Heng said coldly.

In the next moment, the little hoodlum's nose started bleeding and his body fell backwards.

Right under everyone's eyes, Zhou Heng used a speed that no one else would have noticed and gave him a punch. Zhou Heng very carefully controlled his strength, but the impact of this speed was enough to shatter his opponent's nose with just a slight touch.

"And now?" Zhou Heng sneered and looked at the remaining lackeys, "Are you still preparing to find trouble with me?"

He had offended someone he could not afford to offend! The hooligans were impulsive, but they weren't stupid.

"Do, do you know who our boss is?" The one who spoke with a trembling voice, "We are Brother Yang's subordinates!"

"Just you wait!" The other little hoodlum shouted at Zhou Heng, "I'll go get someone right now, if you have the ability, don't leave!" With that, the hoodlums ran off without even looking back. The two hoodlums who were injured by Zhou Heng were still wailing on the ground, but no one came to take care of them.

Zhou Heng did not have the time to wait for the little hoodlum to come back. He raised his head and looked at the cup of water above his head. He wondered if this "Art of Tracking" was reliable, and where would this Plum Blossom lead him.

Just as Zhou Heng was at a loss as to what to do, the Plum Blossom petal in the cup suddenly trembled.

A gust of wind blew by, and one of the petals from the Plum Blossom Flower branch suddenly fell down, flying away with the wind. Zhou Heng immediately chased after the petals that were floating in the air.

Petals rose and fell continuously in the wind, flying past the sidewalks. Zhou Heng did not care too much as he quickly crossed the road while holding a cup of water in his hand and facing a red light.

In the midst of the pedestrians and traffic, the petals gradually sank down until they finally landed on the ground.

Zhou Heng ran over, wanting to study the flower petals carefully, but just then, a shoe sized foot landed on the flower petals, and when the shoe was raised, the flower petals were already gone.

"Mister!" Zhou Heng immediately went to call for the owner of the two big feet, and the flower petals stuck themselves onto his shoes, "Wait a moment, Sir!"

The tall figure did not stop, but continued to walk forward at a leisurely pace.

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Heng quickly ran to the man's back, and was prepared to use his hand to support the man's shoulder.

The man seemed to be able to feel Zhou Heng's movements behind him, before Zhou Heng's hand landed on his shoulder, he suddenly turned around.

Even Zhou Heng did not expect that the person in front of him would turn around at this time. The cup of water in his hand was knocked away by the person's arm, and he flew out of his hand.

"Whap." The glass of water fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The water in the cup also splashed onto his predecessors' pants.

The person who turned around was a tall and sturdy man wearing a hood. That man was obviously angry because Zhou Heng had wet his pants.

"Wei Lian," At this time, a Foreigners in front used a foreign language to remind this man who looked like he was burning with anger, "Don't let anything happen to him, don't forget what we're here for!"

Zhou Heng did not understand what they were saying, but he had a rough idea that the Foreigners in front of him was speaking up for him, so he smiled at him. China is a nation of etiquette, you can't afford to lose etiquette.

But Wei Lian did not listen to his advice, and instead clenched his fists towards Zhou Heng.

"Hey, I'm not afraid of you." Zhou Heng reminded the other party with his eyes. Although he was polite, Zhou Heng was not afraid.

They stared at each other.

"Wei Lian," the foreign man in front shouted again, "You can't make another mistake!"

Hearing that, the viciousness in Wei Lian's eyes receded a little.

"Wei Lian!" A hint of anger could be heard in the foreign man's voice.

Wei Lian finally retracted the anger in his heart. He turned around, and without looking at Zhou Heng again, he walked towards the foreign man in front of him in large strides.

Zhou Heng suddenly thought of the flower petals beneath his feet, and chased after it again.

"Hey, wait!" Zhou Heng shouted to the front.