The City of Terror Chapter 20: , Eight Extremities punch!
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When the police rushed in, where did the dare dare to continue, turned around and ran away, and even more than a dozen of the middle-aged knocked down paralyzed and helpless gangsters struggled to get up.
More than twenty gangsters, only a few of them had better luck, and the rest of the gangsters were all caught. Anyone who tried to escape was caught suffering.
Even Wei Xiaobei and the middle-aged were handcuffed by the police and got into the police car to be locked up with the gangsters.
Wei Xiaobei couldn't help but smile bitterly. He said that he was also brave enough to say that he was handcuffed. The taste of handcuffing for the first time was uncomfortable.
Once you try to struggle out of the handcuffs, the more you struggle, the tighter the handcuffs will be locked. The cold handcuffs will let you know what it means to feel the pain in your wrist.
Fortunately, a few outspoken diners took the initiative to testify and followed the police car.
After waiting for the police station, Wei Xiaobei had better luck and recorded the statement first.
"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."
The young policeman who gave Wei Xiaobei a confession rarely smiled.
After leaving the police station, Wei Xiaobei stood at the gate and waited until the middle-aged man and several diners who testified came out.
"Thank you for your testimony."
Wei Xiaobei smiled and shook hands with the diners.
"It's okay, but you need to be careful, the Black Tiger Gang is not so irritating."
The few diners who dared to testify were not timid, but reminded Wei Xiaobei and middle-aged people.
The people exchanged cell phone numbers with each other, and several diners left first, leaving Wei Xiaobei standing with the middle-aged people.
"Thank you for your help with take action, are you okay?"
The middle-aged man smiled and looked at Wei Xiaobei.
"It's okay, ouch."
Wei Xiaobei moved his body for a while and was about to support his face. He felt a sharp pain in the place where back was accidentally hit by a steel pipe.
Seeing Wei Xiaobei grinning, the middle-aged man smiled and took out cell phone to make a phone call: "Little Five, I am in the police station, come and pick me up."
Hang up the phone, and the middle-aged man invited Wei Xiaobei: "Go to my martial arts and get some medicine later."
Museum? Wei Xiaobei was excited for a while, and it was not much different from what he thought, and then nodded again.
The little five in the mouth of a middle-aged man will soon arrive. Driving a worn-out van, people are more energetic, with thick joints in their hands, and grabbing the steering wheel, just like touching a toy.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
People did n’t stop the car, so they looked out of the window and looked at the middle-aged man.
"It's okay, it's just being stared at by the black tiger gang. We got in the car."
The middle-aged man pulls the car door, and the latter half of the sentence is toward Wei Xiaobei.
In the car, Wei Xiaobei learned that this middle-aged man was called Cheng Biwu. Originally he was Suzhou. He loved martial arts from an early age and went to the gate of the famous Eight Extremities boxer in Meng Village, Cangzhou. In order to prosper, anyone who wants to know is stared at by the Black Tiger Gang and comes to collect protection fees.
The protection fee was actually charged for the opening of the martial arts hall. For Cheng Biwu, it was a disgrace, so the gangsters who came to collect the protection fee were directly beaten by the rascals.
Before the gangsters of the Black Tigers, they also tried to retaliate directly back. Unfortunately, in addition to those who usually pay money to learn martial arts, Cheng Biwu ’s martial arts museum also has a group of prosecutors disciple[s].
According to the fact that disciple[s] is different from those who usually pay money to learn martial arts, they follow the old way of apprenticeship to learn the arts and go to the disciple[s] under Cheng Biwu, and the relationship between Cheng Biwu is naturally better than those of the money paying disciple[s] More intimate.
As the saying goes, one day is a teacher, a father for life, this sentence refers to this kind of personal biography disciple[s].
The little five who drove, named Yao Wu, was Cheng Biwumen under the third disciple[s]. He drove all the way without saying a word, and his character was relatively low-key.
creak!
The van stopped in front of an alley.
"It's here, let's get off."
Cheng Biwu pushed the car door and walked down first. He walked into the alley for a few steps. Wei Xiaobei saw a plaque hanging on it and wrote a few red characters with black borders: Cheng ’s Eight Extremities Wuguan.
The two wooden doors below are wide open, and the sound of drinking is heard from time to time.
When Cheng Biwu appeared at the gate of Wuguan, there was a series of sounds.
"Master, you are finally back." This is Cheng Biwu's biography disciple[s].
"Teacher Cheng is good." This is an apprentice who paid Qian Xuewu in the martial arts hall.
"Everyone continues."
As the host, Cheng Biwu is not dignified. In a word, the courtyard regained the sound of his fists and feet.
Yao Wu stopped and Wei Xiaobei followed Cheng Biwu, curious, looking around everything in the courtyard.
Do n’t look at the small alley outside, but the courtyard inside is not small.
Enter the gate. On the left is an open space covered with carbon **** and fine sand. A group of half-size boys in practice shirts are punching under the leadership of a young man. On the right is covered with bluestone bricks. Wooden stakes, some 18-year-old young people continue to hit these human-shaped wooden stakes, or hit the upper and lower parts of the wooden stakes with their fists and feet.
What made Wei Xiaobei's eyes bright is that at the corner of the courtyard wall on the right, there is a row of big trees, a dark body, and a young man of about 25 or 66 years old is constantly leaning towards a big tree The branches and leaves of that big tree kept shaking.
Tieshan depends!
Although Wei Xiaobei did not really learn martial arts, there are too many descriptions of Eight Extremities boxing online.
Among them, Iron Mountain is best known as one of the Eight Extremities boxing melodies. It is said that it is so extreme that it can fly enemies out instantly, just like being hit by an elephant, which is unstoppable.
It ’s like hitting people like stickers.
At this time, Wei Xiaobei figured it out. If he has learned Eight Extremities boxing, plus the effect of Attribute Panel, it should not be too difficult to protect himself in the gray world.
When Wei Xiaobei recovered, Cheng Biwu was already standing at the door of the hall, and was looking at him with a smile.
Wei Xiaobei couldn't help but flushed his face, followed quickly.
In the hall, there is a Yanwu hall, covered with large plastic blocks, hanging some sandbags, and a weapon rack is placed near the wall, and some cold weapons are inserted on it. What Wei Xiaobei can recognize is the big gun and the wooden stick .
"Dad! Are you okay."
While Wei Xiaobei's eyeballs were turning around, he heard a crisp sound like a yellow bird, turned his head, but saw a pure face, a good figure, and a ponytail. The girl with penetrating spirit is holding Cheng Biwu's arm and asking, there seems to be some mist in her eyes.
"Dad is okay, this little brother is a little bit hurt, go get the medicine and wine."
Cheng Biwu chuckled and rubbed the top of the girl's head, showing a little spoiling.