Chapter 54 Who Am I
After Zhang Nianzu slowly regained consciousness, he found himself lying in a strange place.
This place is over a thousand square meters in size, with a high dome several dozen meters high and equipped with glass that can filter sunlight, making it look very high-tech and a bit like a high-end indoor stadium.
He was lying on a lonely bed in the middle of the floor, with an IV in his arm and his upper body wrapped in bandages. He supported his head and slowly sat up, feeling a little dizzy and with some pain in his chest.
A handsome young man in his twenties noticed Zhang Nianzu's movements from a few meters away and shouted loudly: "He's awake!"
Another handsome young man shouted, "Sixth Master, the boy is awake!"
The handsome guy who spoke earlier gritted his teeth and rubbed his hands, "When can we beat this kid up?"
A dirty old man walked over quickly, scolding, "What are you talking about, boy? Speak politely."
Zhang Nianzu shook his head painfully, vaguely thinking that he had seen this old man somewhere before. He suddenly asked, "Stainless steel washing basin?" He remembered that it was at the entrance of the post office. The old man once wanted to exchange the stainless steel washing basin for the letter in his hand...
The old man chuckled and said, "You have a really good memory."
Zhang Nianzu asked in confusion: "Where is this? Who are you?"
The handsome guy with long hair who spoke earlier said, "This is our base. My name is Zhuge Daofeng." He pointed at the handsome guy with short hair and said, "His name is Xiahou Pili - do you forget us?"
Zhang Nianzu was totally confused and asked again: "What time is it now?"
Zhuge Daofeng said: "Four o'clock in the afternoon."
"So I've been lying here for five hours?" He remembered that he left the hospital at around 11 a.m., and was attacked by the big guy. Later, he vaguely knew that someone on a motorcycle rescued him. He wiped the liquid off his hand and said, "I have to leave quickly. I have to find Lao Wu, and then find..."
The old man pushed him back onto the bed and said, "To be exact, you've been lying here for a week." Then he greeted him seriously, "Hello, Grandpa."
Zhang Nianzu was surprised and asked, "What did you call me?"
The old man waved his hand and said, "I know you must have a lot of questions. Anyway, we have plenty of time, so why not talk slowly."
"Why do you call me Grandpa?" Upon hearing this title, Zhang Nianzu's mind was completely confused.
The old man squatted beside the bed and said slowly, "Because your father is the great grandfather, from the perspective that the emperor's son is the prince, you are the 88th great grandfather."
Zhang Nianzu asked: "Who are you?"
The old man said: "The first thing you need to figure out now is not who we are, but who you are - have you heard of the Strongman Clan?"
Zhang Nianzu said: "Lao Jiang told me something."
"But it's only half-understood, right?"
Zhang Nianzu nodded doubtfully.
"Then Liu Ye will teach you a lesson—" the old man pointed at himself and said, "By the way, my name is Liu Lao Liu, you can call me Liu Ye." Liu Lao Liu pulled a stainless steel vegetable washing basin over the ground and sat on it. This venue covering several thousand square meters only had a few areas that looked like fitness belts. There were no sofas or chairs, not even a trash can. It looked like it had been cleaned by the most dedicated moving company. The old man took out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes and flashed them at Zhang Nianzu. Zhang Nianzu frowned and said, "Can you start quickly? I still have a lot of things to do."
Liu Laoliu chuckled and said, "Are you still thinking about going to find your girlfriend? Don't worry, you might change your mind after I tell you the whole story."
"What's the meaning?"
Liu Laoliu said: "There are clear records of the activities of the Qiangren tribe since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Their leader is called Zuye, and it is passed down through hereditary generations. Your generation is exactly the 88th generation..."
Zhang Nianzu shouted, "Impossible, how could I be the grandfather? My father never told me about it!"
Liu Laoliu said: "First tell me what your father's name is?"
Zhang Nianzu said: "His name is Zhang Baifeng."
"Wrong!" Liu Laoliu said firmly.
"Then what do you say his name is?" Zhang Nianzu was angry.
Liu Laoliu said, "I don't know his name either, but it's definitely not Zhang Baifeng. Or rather, Zhang Baifeng is just the code name he uses to appear in front of the general public. In fact, a name is a code name, but some people only have one code name in their entire lives, while others use codes to distinguish different identities." He pointed at the two young men and said, "Do you think they are really called Zhuge Daofeng and Xiahou Pili? So immature!" Then he pointed at himself and said, "Do you think my real name is Liu Laoliu? What parent would give their child such a name? My real name is nice and classy, but I'm Liu Laoliu in front of you."
Zhang Nianzu was speechless: "Can you tell me the point?"
Liu Laoliu said: "First, tell me what you know about the strongman race."
Zhang Nianzu said: "Most men in the Strongman tribe are good at fighting and have strong self-recovery abilities. They are called warriors."
Liu Laoliu said: "That's about right..."
Zhang Nianzu was speechless again: "What do you mean by almost? If I am really from the Strongman race, why don't I have the ability to recover myself?"
Liu Laoliu suddenly patted him on the chest and said, "When you came here, your sternum and internal organs were all rotten. Only a week later, without any surgery or medication, you recovered like this. What else do you want?"
Zhang Nianzu also subconsciously put his hand on his chest. Apart from a slight pain, the area was indeed the same as usual. He stared blankly and asked, "What did you lose to me?"
Liu Laoliu said: "Those are just some anesthesia and necessary sugar to relieve your pain."
"So, I recovered after lying down for a week?" He then denied himself, "No, I saw how Lao Jiang looked after he was injured. If it was him, such an injury wouldn't even take a week to heal..."
Liu Laoliu said: "But you are an ancestor. Not all ancestors are warriors. It can only be said that most ancestors have a guaranteed warrior bloodline."
Zhang Nianzu was frantic and asked, "What do you mean by guaranteed? Is there a bonus?"
"It means that I am stronger than the average person, but not as abnormal as a warrior."
Zhang Nianzu said: "Since you are weaker than the tribesmen, why should the tribesmen obey the rule of the grandfather?"
Liu Laoliu said word by word: "Because the ancestors often have special abilities that are stronger than those of the clan members!"
Zhang Nianzu's right index finger moved subconsciously. Many things seemed to become clear at this moment - he had been injured a lot since some time ago, from rescuing Xu Xiaofeng, to fighting Gu Changfeng's men at the door of the bar, to the blockade of Triangle Eyes in the park and the encounter in the apartment not long ago. He had suffered many serious injuries to his head, face, shoulders, chest, arms and legs, but those injuries would heal in a relatively short time. He had never thought about why this was the case. It was not until he was severely injured by Lei Yuanzheng that his self-recovery characteristics showed an unusual performance. As for the index finger of his right hand, he had long felt that something was wrong, but he had never thought about it carefully, or subconsciously, he was unwilling to think about it.
Liu Laoliu said, "Do you know why your lineage is called the Grandmaster? Because ordinary warriors only have a lifespan of 45 years, but you don't have this limit. In other words, most of the tribesmen are not of the same generation as you, so it is not an exaggeration to say that you are their ancestor. So you are the Grandmaster - just now you asked if there is a bonus, yes! This is it."
Zhang Nianzu asked loudly: "Then why did my father die at the age of 45, even though it was said to be a car accident?" Obviously, an ordinary car accident would not be fatal to the grandfather who had the bloodline of a "guaranteed" warrior!
Liu Laoliu stared at Zhang Nianzu with burning eyes and asked, "Can you be sure that he is really dead?"
