**Translation:**
Finally, he opened the desk drawer and from a very secret corner, he took out a wallet.
Inside the wallet, there were some foreign banknotes.
"Let's go," Wie Kie-hong said, noticing that Bu Tiat-cui seemed very frightened. The two of them quickly left the side room. When they exited the main hall and entered the courtyard, they suddenly saw the large door swing wide open.
Wie Kie-hong pulled Bu Tiat-cui with his right hand.
Bu Tiat-cui quickly leaped to the side to avoid an attack.
However, outside the door, no one was visible.
"What happened?" Bu Tiat-cui asked softly.
"Someone is outside that large door," Wie Kie-hong replied. "In that case, are we too late?" "Don't be afraid, hide behind the door. No matter what happens, do not come out. Do you understand?" Bu Tiat-cui's legs were shaking violently. He quickly did as he was told and hid behind the door.
Wie Kie-hong stood gallantly in front of the entrance.
Silence reigned for a while.
From outside the entrance, a figure appeared.
He was alone.
Wie Kie-hong recognized this person; it was the one who had delivered a warning letter from Thiat-yan some days ago.
The man continued walking into the courtyard.
After seeing Wie Kie-hong, he stopped and spoke in a cold tone, "You've come again?"
"I forgot something," Wie Kie-hong said as he gripped the door handle, "so I returned to retrieve it, but I found something strange here."
"I've delivered your message." The man seemed completely uninterested in the strange occurrence that Wie Kie-hong mentioned.
"Thiat-yan?" "Yes." "Did you come here on purpose to tell me?" "My master wants to meet you." "Now?" "Yes." "Where?" "Come with me." "You should know I don't just follow anyone." "You will go," the man said with great certainty.
He reached out his right hand, attempting to grab Wie Kie-hong’s shoulder.
Instinctively, Wie Kie-hong parried the hand with his left hand.
And thus, a fight ensued.
The man, dressed neatly, repeatedly stretched out his hands, trying to grab Wie Kie-hong.
But every time his hand was blocked, they both shouted, "Hait! Hah! Shah..."
While dodging, Wie Kie-hong kept moving backward.
The man's martial arts skills were quite impressive.
He kept pressing forward.
"Hait! Hah! Shah..."
This fight appeared unique, as neither party seemed intent on injuring the other.
One tried to grab, while the other tried to prevent it.
The hands of the neatly dressed man darted back and forth.
First, his right hand attempted to grab Wie Kie-hong’s right shoulder; after being blocked, his left hand moved to grab the left hand...
...and so it went, crossing each other.
"Hait! Hah! Shah..."
The distance between Wie Kie-hong and the wall grew shorter and shorter.
Suddenly, from behind the door, Bu Tiat-cui shouted a warning...
"Watch out! The wall!"
Wie Kie-hong immediately became aware...
When there was a chance, he stole a glance at how far he was from the wall through the corner of his eye.
It turned out he had run out of space.
The wall was only two steps away.
So when the neatly dressed man attempted to reach high, Wie Kie-hong immediately ducked, sidestepping to escape.
The neatly dressed man seemed only to smile as he watched.
With agility, he turned his body and continued to pursue Wie Kie-hong.
Now more prepared, Wie Kie-hong did not want to be pressed as before, so he forced his way forward as well.
Wie Kie-hong’s right hand quickly stretched out, successfully grasping the silk clothing of the neatly dressed man.
In a flash, the man's right hand hooked Wie Kie-hong’s outstretched wrist. His grip was very firm.
Suddenly, the man’s left hand darted out, aiming to slap Wie Kie-hong’s cheek.
Wie Kie-hong had no choice but to release his grip on the man's clothes and lean his head back to avoid the swipe.
Although it didn’t hit his cheek, the force of the swipe created a strong gust.
The wind felt cold on Wie Kie-hong’s nose.
Wie Kie-hong’s hand was still gripped tightly by the neatly dressed man.
His wrist began to hurt.
Wie Kie-hong realized this was a good opportunity to counterattack.
The position of the neatly dressed man's hand was very disadvantageous; his left hand, unsuccessful in slapping, was crossed in front of his chest.
Wie Kie-hong immediately twisted his body and extended his free left hand to press down on the neatly dressed man's left hand.
Now, their positions were awkward, with their hands entangled.
Wie Kie-hong shouted loudly.
"CIAAATTT!!!" With all his strength, he pushed the neatly dressed man, trying to corner him against the wall as he had been earlier.
Wie Kie-hong’s feet spun rapidly on the ground.
The man planted his feet firmly on the floor to resist the push.
Slowly but surely, the man was pushed closer to the wall.
"GOOD!" thought Wie Kie-hong.
Now he had the upper hand.
Unexpectedly, the neatly dressed man was not out of tricks even when cornered.
When he was very close, the man's left foot kicked backward.
"BRAAKK!!!" The foot struck the wall with force.
The neatly dressed man wasted no time, immediately kicking his right foot high backward over his head.
Still with their hands interlinked, the neatly dressed man somersaulted over Wie Kie-hong.
Wie Kie-hong was startled; he truly didn’t expect this to happen.
"HAAAAHHH!!!!" they both screamed simultaneously, each releasing the other's hand.
The neatly dressed man continued to soar away due to his powerful somersault.
He landed quite a distance from Wie Kie-hong with great elegance...
Wie Kie-hong was stunned, bending over to catch his breath.
"Your martial arts aren't bad," the man said.
"Of course," Wie Kie-hong panted.
"Now, please come with me."
Wie Kie-hong regulated his breathing, then asked, "Why should I go with you?"
"Because my master has news to tell you, news you've been searching for all this time."
Wie Kie-hong began to realize that the person before him was not easy to handle.
His master was clearly not someone weak.
He tried to remind himself not to be swayed by his opponent.
"Can you give me a hint about what he will tell me?"
"It's about how your father died."
This statement exploded like thunder splitting the sky.
Wie Kie-hong’s head felt like it was bursting into a thousand pieces.
For years, he had always been investigating, searching for this answer everywhere.
Now suddenly, the answer seemed to materialize before him.
Only the answer was blocked by a piece of 'paper'; as long as he reached out his hand, he could uncover the 'paper' and see the answer.
Perhaps by uncovering this paper, he would face significant consequences, or perhaps this 'paper' was a trap, but he no longer cared.
"Are you willing to go?"
"Alright!" Wie Kie-hong responded without thinking much, "please wait a moment at the entrance; I will come out soon."
The man nodded, walked out of the door, then turned around, and closed the garden door.
"Mr. Bu," Wie Kie-hong said softly, "we must now divide our tasks. We will meet again at a later time. What do you think?"
"In that case, you decide when and where we will meet."
"How about meeting here again?"
"No," Bu Tiat-cui replied with a fearful tone, "for now, I don’t want to return to this place. How about meeting at your place?"
"Troublesome. Can you pick up the suitcase at noon?"
"There’s more than enough time."
"In that case, we will meet at Bu Ling Park in the town of Pek Hai. How about that?"
"No. You’re asking me to carry the suitcase to a far place; it’s very dangerous."
Suddenly, Wie Kie-hong recalled the message left by Leng Souw-hiang.
So he immediately said, "Then we will meet at the train station at precisely twelve noon. We will meet at the entrance; there will surely be many people carrying suitcases there."
"Alright! Make sure you come at noon."
"I will try to come as soon as possible. However, if something unexpected happens and I am late, we must not part before we meet... Mr. Bu! Please be careful not to be followed."
"I know."
Wie Kie-hong immediately walked through the courtyard, opened the door, and continued walking out.
Outside, a horse-drawn carriage awaited him.
The neatly dressed man who had just fought him was already seated in the coachman's seat waiting for him.
Preparing his whip, he got down from the carriage and stood beside the entrance to the carriage.
He welcomed Wie Kie-hong like an honored guest boarding the carriage.
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The Chase
The horse-drawn carriage continued to move.
However, Wie Kie-hong didn’t know in which direction the carriage was heading.
Before boarding the carriage, the man respectfully requested Wie Kie-hong to tie a black cloth over his eyes.
Kie-hong didn’t ask any questions.
It seemed Thiat-yan didn’t want to act rashly... moreover, it was clear that this was an invitation extended to him politely.
Wie Kie-hong accepted this invitation.
He hoped that Miss Thiat-yan would reveal where his father was.
After the journey began, Wie Kie-hong kept trying to concentrate on remembering which direction the carriage was going.
He wanted to know where Thiat-yan's residence might be.
But eventually, he gave up because the coachman was very clever.
After departing, he intentionally drove the carriage around in circles.
In no time, he had Wie Kie-hong utterly confused.
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**
Glossary of Terms:**
1. **Thiat-yan** - A mysterious character who seems to have significant influence and power.
2. **Wie Kie-hong** - The protagonist of the story, skilled in martial arts.
3. **Bu Tiat-cui** - A companion of Wie Kie-hong, involved in his adventures.
4. **Majikanku** - A term referring to one's master or superior.
5. **CIAAATTT** - An exclamation typically used in martial arts to focus energy or indicate a forceful action.
6. **Pek Hai** - A place mentioned in the story, possibly a fictional location within the narrative.