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"Brother, where did you learn this skill? It's amazing! I think it's even better than our province's Sanda King," Black Wolf finally asked what he really wanted to know.
"I learned it from a relative," Zhang Yang clearly didn't want to elaborate.
"Hehe." Black Wolf chuckled awkwardly. As a former professional Sanda team member, he had a fascination with martial arts. Seeing that Zhang Yang was unwilling to reveal the source, he quickly changed the subject: "Brother, I've been training for many years too, but why do I always feel like I'm at a disadvantage when sparring with you?"
"Han Brother, you practice external martial arts, which are effective against ordinary people—ten or eight of them wouldn't be a problem. But you don't know how to harness your energy, so it's hard to unleash the body's immense potential," Zhang Yang explained seriously.
"What the hell, are you talking about Qigong?" Black Wolf was somewhat confused.
"I don't know what Qigong is. Think about it: the human body has breath, blood vessels, and spirit. If these elements are combined and added to the body's inherent strength, wouldn't it unleash even greater power? Faster speed?" Zhang Yang clarified.
"I'm completely convinced. Brother, please give me some specific guidance when you have time," Black Wolf seemed ready to bow down and become his disciple.
"No problem. Some of your fighting techniques are impressive; I'd like to learn them too. But we have to wait until I have some free time; I still need to focus on my university studies during classes," Zhang Yang smiled slightly.
"You're truly exceptional, brother. This Saturday at noon, Wanghailou—it's on me! You must come!" Black Wolf said. He knew what he wanted and could take things in stride—that was another impression Black Wolf had of Zhang Yang.
Wanghailou is the most famous restaurant in Haizhou City, known for its exquisite decor, numerous private rooms, and authentic dishes, though the prices are a bit high; it's rare to see common folks here.
Fatty Pan insisted on tagging along, and Zhang Yang agreed after thinking about it.
On Saturday at noon, as soon as they entered the private room, they saw Black Wolf and Li Yifeng already seated inside; the other two were unfamiliar faces.
"Brother's here? Oh, Fatty's here too? I'll kick you, but Zhang Yang can kick back for you," Black Wolf laughed heartily. "Let me introduce you: Yifeng is your classmate; these two are my good brothers, Nickname and Great Victory. They're currently working with me to make a living."
Zhang Yang nodded and took a seat while Fatty Pan sat beside him.
"Zhang Yang, we can be considered to have met without fighting. I apologize for any wrongs in the past," Li Yifeng said, his hand still wrapped in bandages, looking somewhat uncomfortable. He opened a pack of Soft Zhonghua and handed one to Zhang Yang.
"It's in the past, let it go," Zhang Yang replied, taking the cigarette and lighting it. He glanced at Black Wolf and Li Yifeng, then suddenly said seriously, "There are too many powerful people in this world; sometimes encountering one can cost you your life. I'm the kind of person who doesn't offend others unless they offend me."
Li Yifeng lowered his head and lit a cigarette as well. Black Wolf chuckled, "Yeah, there are always people stronger than you out there. I don't offend others unless they offend me!"
Being young and with Li Yifeng completely submitting, after Zhang Yang gave him a few words of advice, the atmosphere quickly lightened under Black Wolf's invitation. Before long, everyone was drinking and having a good time.
Their dining room was quite far from the restroom. During the meal, Zhang Yang and Black Wolf walked unsteadily towards the restroom with cigarettes in their mouths.
The hotel's restroom was quite elaborate, with an open entrance and a large washroom in the middle. As they reached the entrance, they saw a young man in a gray suit and a woman with permed hair washing their hands at two sinks, seemingly strangers to each other.
After finishing washing his hands, the man in the gray suit casually flicked his hands, possibly splashing a few drops of water onto the permed woman’s face. "Where are you flicking? Pervert!" she exclaimed, turning to him. She looked young and beautiful but spoke very crudely. "I'm sorry, I really didn't notice," the gray-suited man replied politely, exuding an air of authority despite his gentle demeanor.
"What’s with your attitude? You think you're tough just because you're being a jerk?" The permed woman clearly sensed his presence and was not backing down. "I've already apologized; please don't make a scene!" The gray-suited man was starting to lose his patience and turned to leave. "Don't walk away!" The permed woman grabbed his sleeve with one hand while pulling out her phone with the other to call someone: "Come to the restroom quickly; there's a pervert here!"
The gray-suited man was caught off guard; facing a girl made him hesitant to use force. He also took out his phone but hadn’t dialed yet when two men approached them. Black Wolf pulled Zhang Yang aside to a small corner outside the washroom door. "This is a great spot to watch; we can see everything without being noticed." A young man nearby commented quietly as he stretched his neck to continue watching.
The two men who arrived included one wearing a red-yellow leather jacket and another in a dark blue casual top, followed by a pure-looking short-haired woman. Along with the permed woman, these four seemed to be together.
"Let go!" shouted the man in the leather jacket, causing the permed woman to release her grip. "Buddy, what's going on here?" he asked as he lit a cigarette and blew smoke towards the gray-suited man.
"I've already apologized!" The gray-suited man gently waved away the smoke, his gaze sharp.
"Pervert! Is that an apology? You're just being arrogant!" The permed woman yelled while the short-haired woman gently pulled her aside.
"I'm just here for a simple meal; I have things to do and no time for this nonsense," the gray-suited man said as he adjusted his clothes and prepared to leave.
"Kneel down and apologize properly; then we can let this go," said the man in the leather jacket while holding his cigarette.
"Get lost!" Gray Suit finally exploded in anger. He stepped forward and pushed aside the man in the leather jacket, intending to walk away directly. Unexpectedly, the leather jacket rebounded against his hand and delivered a heavy punch to his abdomen, moving quickly and clearly demonstrating some skill.
However, Gray Suit sidestepped and grabbed the leather jacket's right hand, yanking it down forcefully. He then drove his knee upward, causing the leather jacket to bleed from the nose. Gray Suit released the leather jacket and was about to leave when suddenly a dark gun barrel appeared in front of him, the gun's body glowing faintly blue. Blue Jacket was holding the gun, expressionless as he looked at Gray Suit.
"Police issue Type 64 pistol. Are you police?" Gray Suit said coldly.
"Yes, if I had brought my gun today, I would have shot you already!" The leather jacket pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his face and shouted frantically, "You assaulted an officer; we could shoot you right now!"
Gray Suit's face turned pale, but he remained motionless. At that moment, Blue Jacket pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and tossed them to Gray Suit. "Cuff yourself to the heating pipe. Both hands cuffed. No tricks; I can shoot at any movement," Blue Jacket commanded while holding up his gun. The leather jacket, Blue Jacket, and Gray Suit maintained a certain distance from each other, seemingly wary of his skills.
"You are illegally detaining me; you should consider the consequences!" Gray Suit said.
"Better think about yourself first. You assaulted an officer; I can shoot you on the spot, and these two female citizens are witnesses," Blue Jacket replied logically before starting a countdown. "Three, two..."
After a moment of thought, Gray Suit finally passed the handcuffs through the heating pipe and secured himself. This position made it difficult for him to stand straight or squat down comfortably.
"Alpaca!" The leather jacket saw that he was cuffed and kicked toward Gray Suit's head. Gray Suit could only slightly turn aside; still, his shoulder was grazed by the kick, causing him to stumble and making the handcuffs clatter as red seeped from his wrist.
Zhang Yang was about to step forward when Black Wolf gently pulled him back and whispered softly, "That guy in the leather jacket has a big background; he's not someone you want to mess with."
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