After defeating Sang Biao and Kong Fang, Zheng Yubai's reputation in everyone's mind suddenly reached an unprecedented height. All the security team members looked at Zheng Yubai with admiration and surrounded him to ask questions about martial arts.
Sang Biao and Jin Yanhui stayed behind to clean up the mess. They helped Kong Fang, who was still in a daze, up. Sang Biao whispered, "Mr. Kong, the new administrator is not like the previous one. He is not a cultured person. Please behave yourself in the future."
This is how things are in the world. If a person is high up, everyone will want to come and lick his feet. But once he falls from the clouds and falls into the mud, the person who was licking his feet just now will definitely rush up and step on him hard into the mud, hoping that he will sink deeper and deeper and never climb out. Kong Fang used to bully others by relying on his skills. Now that Sang Biao caught the opportunity and said something to him, his face was as red as an autumn persimmon.
Chen Guchuan yawned and lazily got up. He was woken up by the cheers outside. He looked at the clock and it was 9:20 a.m. For Chen Guchuan, who liked nightlife, this time should be a time for deep sleep.
When Chen Guchuan opened the curtains, he saw Sang Biao and Jin Yanhui supporting Kong Fang as they walked into the building. He had a good relationship with Kong Fang, both of them were crazy admirers of Japanese culture and good rivals in playing video games. When he saw Kong Fang was in trouble, he hurried downstairs to ask for clarification.
Chen Guchuan was stunned when he heard that it was Zheng Yubai who beat Kong Fang like this. He muttered, "How is this possible? That guy is so dumb, like a wooden man."
After hearing this, Sang Biao couldn't help but chuckle and said, "You've definitely never heard of the story of being dumbfounded."
Chen Guchuan was indeed bewildered. For someone who grew up in Japan, this story was a little too difficult. Fortunately, Jin Yanhui dragged Sang Biao away when he was about to show off, otherwise he would have plagiarized Zheng Yubai's words endlessly.
Sang Biao and Jin Yanhui disappeared, leaving Kong Fang and Chen Guchuan alone. Kong Fang shook his head and cursed: "This bastard, if it were in the past, I would definitely ask Master to kill him."
Chen Guchuan sighed: "What's the point of saying all this? You and I are in this place now and we can't even take care of ourselves, so let's not cause trouble."
"I really can't swallow this." Kong Fang said angrily, "I must teach him a lesson."
Chen Guchuan rolled his eyes and said, "If you really want to vent your anger, I have a way."
"What method?" Kong Fang's eyes lit up.
Chen Guchuan leaned over to Kong Fang's ear and whispered something. Kong Fang looked embarrassed and said, "This could cost lives."
"Don't you want revenge?" Chen Guchuan shrugged. "Anyway, I'm thinking about you. It's up to you whether you do it or not."
Kong Fang gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, and finally nodded vigorously and said: "If he provokes me, he will never have a good life."
Zheng Yubai had no idea that he had made another enemy. After asking Sang Biao and Jin Yanhui to take care of the apartment's affairs, he took the apartment's shuttle bus back to the city. He didn't know exactly how the thrilling incident yesterday morning ended. Would Wu Neng cause trouble again after running to the Special Affairs Management Bureau
When the car was on the road, Zheng Yubai called Leng Tie. Leng Tie didn't say much on the phone, just asked him to go directly.
Arriving at a relatively quiet street in Jinghai, a two-story small white building stood at the corner. From the outside, the building looked a bit run-down. There was a grocery store on the first floor, and the business was not very good. When Zheng Yubai walked in, the boss was dozing off. Hearing the door open, the boss opened his eyes slightly and asked weakly, "What do you want to buy?"
Zheng Yubai took out the certificate Leng Tie gave him from his arms and flashed it: "One of us."
The boss seemed to be used to it. He didn't even change his posture. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Backyard."
What a strange entrance, Zheng Yubai thought to himself. He walked out of the back door of the shop, came to a yard, crossed a narrow alley, walked past a red wall, and came to a black iron door.
After ringing the doorbell, a small door opened on the iron gate. After the ID was checked as usual, Zheng Yubai entered the territory of the Special Affairs Management Bureau for the first time.
There are only three floors above ground, and the real Special Affairs Management Bureau is all underground. Zheng Yubai followed a receptionist who had been waiting for a long time to the second floor underground, and walked around a few circles, and when he was about to get lost, he finally arrived at Leng Tie's office. He knocked on the door and went in to see Wu Neng sitting leisurely on the large sofa, with an orange in his left hand and an apple in his right hand, eating happily.
"Brother Yubai is here. This apple is delicious. Have one." When he saw Zheng Yubai, Wu Neng smiled. It didn't matter that he smiled. His extremely ugly facial features were twisted together, and they looked as weird as they could be. Zheng Yubai waved his hand to thank him and asked him, "Where is Director Leng?"
"I don't know what he's been doing." Wu Neng was so happy that Zheng Yubai didn't eat, so he just ate a lot. Zheng Yubai then saw that the table in front of him was already full of orange peels and apple cores. He didn't know what Wu Neng's stomach was made of, why he was so greedy.
"The director has something urgent to do and needs to accompany someone from above. He may be here a little later." The receptionist said embarrassedly, "This is also the news that just came in. I'm really sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Zheng Yubai can understand officials very well. They seem to have a lot of power, but in fact they are just screws in a huge machine, living without any self. Sometimes Zheng Yubai wonders if many officials are corrupt because they feel that the officialdom swallows up their own existence, so they are frantically amassing money to prove the value of their existence
These thoughts flashed through his mind. Since Leng Tie was out on business, Zheng Yubai didn't plan to wait here. He said to Wu Neng, "Are you interested in going out for dinner with me?"
"Eat? Okay, I want to eat meat." Wu Neng was really an outrageous monk. He drank alcohol, ate meat, killed people and set fires. There was no precept he dared not break. If we count the time when he provoked Luo Laodao and ordered a few hostesses in the nightclub, he really lived up to the name of being able to eat, drink, whore, gamble and kill people.
The two of them left the administration and came to the busy street. Wu Neng had already changed into ordinary clothes and put on a hat to cover his bald head. The brim of the hat just covered half of his ugly face, so as not to disturb passers-by.
Zheng Yubai took Wu Neng to a Korean barbecue restaurant and ordered seven or eight plates of various barbecued meats as requested by him. As soon as the barbecued meats were placed on the hot iron plate, they immediately gave off a burst of meaty aroma. Wu Neng's mouth was watering. While drinking juice to satisfy his craving, he waited eagerly for the meat to be cooked. Zheng Yubai saw this and thought that Wu Neng's appearance was probably even more exaggerated than the famous flower monk Lu Zhishen in history.
"Don't rush to eat. What did you do yesterday?" Zheng Yubai asked.
Wu Neng wiped his saliva and said proudly: "Director Leng kept his word and gave me a certificate. Take a look." As he spoke, he took out a certificate from the Special Affairs Management Bureau and showed it to Zheng Yubai.
Uncle Leng is really decisive and resolute. He disregards everything when he sees a talented person, Zheng Yubai thought to himself.
"Also... the director called my master. My master told me to do my job well and not to go back to Shaolin Temple." Wu Neng didn't know if he was really missing a string in his head or what, he had no idea what was going on. Zheng Yubai thought to himself that your master must be burning incense for three days in a row to celebrate that he finally gave you, the evil star, to someone else.
"In that case, just do your job well. I'm relieved." Originally, I just found a safe place for Wu Neng as Zhang Daosheng asked me to do. Now, Wu Neng not only eliminated Luo Laodao's power, but also became an official figure. The world is unpredictable. Nothing is more unpredictable than this.
He called Zhang Daosheng, and it seemed that he had received the news from Master Xuanfang of Shaolin Temple, and he was very grateful to Zheng Yubai. However, thinking that he had thrown such a hot potato to himself, Zheng Yubai also realized for the first time that the mature and steady Zhang Daosheng actually had a lot of bad intentions.
After they ate barbecue for a while, Zheng Yubai's cell phone rang, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on it.
"Hello." Zheng Yubai answered the phone and felt a little strange. The caller was from his work number. Apart from colleagues and guests, even close people like Xu Jin and his aunt didn't know the number. Who could this strange number be
"Administrator?" The voice was familiar, and Zheng Yubai immediately recognized it as Chen Guchuan.
"It's me. What's the matter?" Zheng Yubai asked.
"I heard that you are in the city now, and I have something to trouble you with. Kong Fang has a sum of money in the Saito Dojo in the city, and he urgently needs to withdraw it to pay the rent. I would like to ask you to help get it." Chen Guchuan said.
"This matter should be done by Jin Yanhui." Zheng Yubai felt it was a bit strange.
"You also know that Kong Fang suffered a concussion in the head this morning, and Jin Yanhui is busy looking for a doctor for him."
Zheng Yubai scratched his head and thought, "So that's it." He also felt that the punch he gave Kong Fang was a bit heavy. Anyway, it was just to withdraw some money, which was not a big deal, so he agreed.
"Kong Fang said that when you withdraw money, just say the three words 'three-foot sword' and they will naturally give you the money." Chen Guchuan finally reminded them.
After hanging up the phone, Zheng Yubai was surprised to find that Wu Neng had already devoured two large plates of barbecue within five minutes of him answering the phone. He couldn't help but admire Wu Neng from the bottom of his heart. This guy not only had amazing superpowers, but also had an amazing appetite. Even if he didn't become a monk, he would definitely have a future in participating in the eating contest.
"I have to do something later, you can go back first." Zheng Yubai took a sip of juice and said to Wu Neng.
"I'll go with you. The Special Affairs Administration is so boring." Wu Neng said excitedly. He is not a bad person by nature. He is just a little willful. But when a child has great power, once he becomes willful, it will be a disaster.
"Okay." Zheng Yubai agreed casually, thinking that nothing would happen. Seeing Wu Neng stuffing plate after plate of barbecued meat into his stomach, Zheng Yubai really felt that he wanted to make up for the lack of meat in Shaolin Temple.
After waiting for a long time until Wu Neng had eaten and drunk his fill, his belly was bulging. Zheng Yubai frowned and thought that this man didn't look like the first Shaolin Temple master to break through the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation in two hundred years.
Zheng Yubai didn't know where the Saito Dojo was, so he took a taxi and asked the driver, and he actually knew it.
"Are you two going to learn Kung Fu? I've been picking people up there recently and business is pretty good. Do you think the Japanese martial arts can be as good as ours?" The driver was a chatty person. When he heard that Zheng Yubai was going to Saito Dojo, he immediately started talking nonstop.
"What do you learn there? I really don't know." Zheng Yubai asked the driver.
"I heard it's karate. It's popular now. No one is learning the things our ancestors left behind. They all go to learn karate and taekwondo. I don't think those things are that powerful. If we really want to fight, we have to use baseball bats and bricks." The driver became more and more excited as he spoke, proudly recounting the glorious days of street fights when he was a teenager.
"Karate?" Zheng Yubai suddenly felt something was wrong, but he thought he was being too suspicious. It was just to withdraw some money, what could go wrong
Soon they arrived at their destination. After getting off the bus, Zheng Yubai looked at the magnificent building in front of him and realized that the Japanese were indeed good at superficial work. The four golden characters of Saito Dojo were particularly dazzling in the winter sun, and the huge black wooden door, which was two people tall, also raised the aura of the entire dojo to a higher level. Compared with this place, Sun Yunqing's Xingyiquan School and Yang Style Taijiquan Hall were inferior in appearance alone.
"No wonder their stuff is so popular. People nowadays only look at the surface, so this kind of packaging seems to be very necessary." Thinking of Yang Feiyun's theory of holding a martial arts conference, Zheng Yubai felt that if he wanted to spread Chinese martial arts, he might really have to open his mind and learn from the Japanese and Koreans.
When they arrived at the gate, a man who looked like a security guard stopped Zheng Yubai and asked, "What can I do for you? The registration has ended. If you want to learn karate, please come back next time." As he said that, he stuffed a flyer into Zheng Yubai's hand.
Zheng Yubai took a look and saw the words "Kyukshin Karate Young Lions Recruitment" written on it. Zheng Yubai had a little understanding of the tradition of karate. He knew that Kyukshin was the karate school that emphasized practical skills the most. It had more than 10 million members worldwide and was said to be the world's largest martial arts organization. The so-called "Young Lions" meant selecting some outstanding disciples for special training.
"I'm sorry, I'm not here to register. I'm here to do some business with the person in charge of Saito Dojo." Zheng Yubai said.
"Oh, do you have an appointment?" The guard looked at Zheng Yubai in confusion, then looked at the strange-looking Wu Neng with a look of disbelief.
"There is something I want to say. Please convey it to your person in charge. After he hears it, he will know what is going on." Zheng Yubai thought of Chen Guchuan's instructions.
"What?"
"Three-foot sword." Zheng Yubai said.
The guard's face changed: "Wait a minute." He hurried in. A moment later, he ran out and gestured to Zheng Yubai: "Master Saito is waiting for you inside, please come in."
Zheng Yubai and Wu Neng followed him through a courtyard and saw the antique style of the courtyard, which was quite similar to the style of Japanese folk houses. They couldn't help but admire the Japanese people's thoughts. Their preservation and worship of national culture is worthy of learning for the Han people.
There was a row of small buildings in the backyard. The guard led them to one of them, stopped and said, "Mr. Saito is waiting inside."
Zheng Yubai thanked him, opened the door and walked in with Wu Neng.
As soon as he entered the door, Zheng Yubai felt a murderous aura. Martial artists' perception of external things is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people, especially Zheng Yubai and Wu Neng are not ordinary people, but aliens with superpowers. They looked at each other, both very confused.
Inside the door was a spacious martial arts training ground, with some training equipment piled up around it and the ceiling was brightly lit. It seemed that this was where he usually taught and practiced. Mr. Saito did not entertain me in the living room, but actually came to the martial arts training ground to meet me. What did he mean by that
Just as I was wondering, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard, and a group of people ran out of the door at the other end. The leader shouted loudly: "Are you the ones who are here to challenge us?"
Challenge? Zheng Yubai was shocked. There must be a misunderstanding.
"We're not here to kick..." Zheng Yubai was about to explain when the group of people came close to him. The leader shouted, "What's your relationship with Kong Fang? He stole our Kyokushin-ryu's three-foot sword and ran away. Did you instigate him to do that?"
Zheng Yubai was really speechless. In a flash, he and Wu Neng were surrounded by fifty or sixty people. Seeing that the words "Saito" were embroidered on these people's clothes, it seemed that they were all students of the Ruoshizi here. They all had bright eyes, which showed that they were all masters. This time, the matter was really troublesome.
"Brother Yubai, what's going on?" Wu Neng pushed Zheng Yubai, obviously not understanding the situation yet.
"I've fallen into a trap." If Zheng Yubai still didn't realize that he had been tricked by Chen Guchuan and Kong Fang at this time, then he would be too stupid.
"Who framed you?" Wu Neng said angrily, "You are my brother, I won't allow anyone to bully you."
"What bad ideas are you two whispering about? Tell us quickly where Kong Fang is and where he hid the three-foot sword!" The leader was obviously very angry. He kept cracking the joints on his palms, making crackling sounds.
"My friend, I don't know what a three-foot sword is. I'm just here to collect a sum of money on behalf of someone." Zheng Yubai explained helplessly.
"Bullshit, it was clearly you who asked the guard to bring a message. Do you want to extort money?" The man didn't listen to Zheng Yubai's explanation at all. Looking at his expression, this three-foot sword was as precious as his own father.
"I really..." Zheng Yubai was speechless. There were angry shouts and curses everywhere around him. Although his voice was loud, it was drowned out at this moment. Besides, no matter what he explained, the angry crowd would not listen.
"Catch them and interrogate them slowly." It seemed that the leader did not intend to solve the problem through the police. He directly ordered people to close several entrances and exits of the martial arts training ground. Zheng Yubai and Wu Neng were caught in a trap this time.
"Are you going to lynch me?" Zheng Yubai asked calmly. His body had begun to slowly accumulate strength. If a fight really started, he would not be afraid of so many people.
"So what if we lynch you?" the man sneered, "Lynching is a good way to deal with scoundrels like you."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the fifty or sixty students, all wearing white karate uniforms and skilled in karate, came over eager to try.
Zheng Yubai sighed. He was a very reasonable person, but sometimes no one was willing to be reasonable. At this time, he could only rely on violence to reason.
But before Zheng Yubai could make a move, Wu Neng could no longer hold back. He waved his hands, and a faint golden light appeared on his palms: "Come on if you want to fight. Look at my flaming sword!"
The Flame Blade is one of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu moves. When practiced to the extreme, the palms turn red, like two flaming knives, hence the name. Although Wu Neng is a bit childish, he also knows that his superpowers cannot be revealed casually, so he named it the Flame Blade. In fact, he himself can't figure out whether it is the Flame Blade or the Prajna Palm, or some other Shaolin Kung Fu. Anyway, in his mind, as long as the move can defeat the opponent, it is a good move. As for the name, he is too lazy to remember it.
"Wu Neng, wait..." Zheng Yubai was still planning to make one last effort, but Wu Neng had already rushed out. Seeing Wu Neng being so arrogant, the karate students shouted and rushed forward, punching and kicking Wu Neng like raindrops.
People say that ants can kill elephants if they are in large numbers, and there is an old saying that two fists cannot defeat four hands, but these sayings are obviously not true when applied to Wu Neng. In less than a minute, fifty or sixty people had fallen down in the martial arts training ground. According to Zheng Yubai's estimation, at least thirty of them had broken bones, and the others would probably have to rest for ten days or half a month before they could get out of bed. Wu Neng, this kid, was really too ruthless.
"Hey, why don't you go up?" Wu Neng was still a little unsatisfied, and hooked his finger at the leader, very provocatively.
The man was no fool. He yelled "Oh my god" and turned and ran away.
Wu Neng wanted to chase after him, but Zheng Yubai stopped him: "We are in trouble, let's go."
"What's the big deal? The worst that can happen is we'll just get beaten down." Wu Neng was dragged out by Zheng Yubai, with a look of disdain on his face.
The two rushed out of the martial arts training ground. After walking a few steps, a cold snort sounded behind them: "You injured so many of my disciples, do you want to just walk away?"
Zheng Yubai stopped and groaned inwardly. He turned around and saw an old man in a white karate uniform standing behind him. He had eyes as big as an ox, broad shoulders and a strong body, white hair and beard, and a face full of anger.
I wanted to say it was a misunderstanding, but the fifty or sixty people who had fallen in the martial arts training ground were still groaning, so this misunderstanding was a bit too big. Zheng Yubai sighed secretly, it seemed that he could no longer bring Wu Neng with him, this guy was too good at getting into trouble.
"My name is Saito Ichiro. May I know what your names are?" the middle-aged man asked in a cold voice. Although he was Japanese, he spoke Chinese very well and his pronunciation was clear. His accent was even purer than that of Wu Neng, a native Han Chinese.
"This is Zheng Yubai, I'm Wu Neng." Before Zheng Yubai could say anything, Wu Neng called out, "You old fellow seem to have some skills, can you come up with a few moves?"
Zheng Yubai pulled Wu Neng back, thinking that this person seemed to be the owner of the Kyokushin-ryu Saito Dojo. If Wu Neng accidentally hurt him again, then the grudge would be huge. (To be continued)