Chapter Twenty-Six: I'm Not Using Traditional Chinese Martial Arts, I'm Using Killing Techniques! (shuhaige.net)



Sizzle!

The secret-recipe soy sauce is poured around the claypot rice, and the scorching hot clay pot brings out the rich aroma of the soy sauce and preserved meat.

Scooping up the bottom of the rice with a spoon reveals crispy, fragrant rice crust that crunches loudly in your mouth.

Chen Wenyao watched Yang Sheng wolf down his food while slowly mixing his own claypot rice, and shook his head, saying, "Young man, eat slowly. Eating too much food that's too hot can easily cause esophageal cancer."

Yang Sheng swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "There are too many things that bind you in this life. If you can't even eat freely and have so many worries, what's the point of living?"

Chen Wenyao looked at Yang Sheng in surprise: "How can a young man like you have such an extreme mentality?"

However, I was quite surprised that you went to rescue that little girl today.

I told you before, stop engaging in shady dealings and stop doing things that are immoral or immoral, or I will definitely kill you.

But it seems you didn't listen to me.

With his flags planted and his alliance broken, he defeated one opponent after another in the Dragon City Championship. What was once an unknown 49-year-old has now become a household name throughout Hong Kong.

I thought you would get lost in vanity, but you went through all the trouble to save a little girl, which shows that you still have some kindness and conscience in your heart.

Looking back now, you still have a chance to be a good person.

"Good person? I actually hate that word."

Yang Sheng put down his spoon, a mocking smile appearing on his lips:

Who defines what is good and bad? If someone does a hundred good deeds and one bad deed, is he a good person or a bad person?

Inspector Chan, you're so old, yet you're still so naive.

This world has black and white, but no good or bad.

I act not based on conscience, but on my own instincts.

Chen Wenyao was silent for a moment, then said, "Yang Sheng, you are the strangest person I have ever met in a triad."

Those who engage in shady dealings and join gangs are either seeking wealth, fame, or profit.

I can't see what you want.

However, now that I've become a police officer, I absolutely will not allow anyone to commit crimes within my jurisdiction!

Yang Sheng, you'd better stay away from Lei Luo.

Even the British could not tolerate such a corrupt element within the police force indefinitely.

You'd better not have any contact with him, otherwise you'll be the one who suffers in the end.

Yang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "How could I possibly be worthy of being the famous Five Hundred Million Detective? What relationship do I have with him?"

"But Inspector Chan, this is an internal matter for your police station. What does it have to do with someone as insignificant as me?"

Chen Wenyao ate his claypot rice slowly and said calmly, "It's best if there's no problem."

Lei Luo can control everything for a while, but he can't control everything forever.

Yang Sheng looked at Chen Wenyao thoughtfully, shoveled the last bite of claypot rice into his mouth, stood up and said, "Chen sir, please enjoy your meal. This meal is on me."

It's just a claypot rice meal, it doesn't count as bribery, right?

"Of course not."

"Boss, another order of sausage rice and mushroom chicken rice to go. My wife and kids haven't eaten yet."

When Chen Wenyao saw that Yang Sheng wanted to pay the bill, he quickly ordered two more servings of claypot rice.

Yang Sheng's lips twitched slightly, but he still paid for the two extra meals and turned to go home to sleep.

………………

The atmosphere below the boxing ring was electric, and the fierce clashes on the ring were even more exhilarating.

This match was the round of 22 to 11, and Yang Sheng drew Zhou Chengyuan, who was a double-flower red stick from He Yixing.

Wo Yee Hing is also a long-established triad, arguably the largest among all the Wo triads in Hong Kong, and the most qualified to rival the Chiu Yee Ying.

However, Huang Juekun, the leader of Wo Yee Hing, is already over seventy years old this year, and there are no outstanding figures among the newcomers of Wo Yee Hing, so he is subtly suppressed by Chao Yee Yong.

Although Yang Sheng's opponent, Zhou Chengyuan, was a double-flower red stick, he was only a young man in his early twenties who was still a bit green.

However, according to what the foreigner said, Zhou Chengyuan's identity is not ordinary.

The other party was the grand-disciple of Wong Fei-hung's wife, Mok Kwai-lan, a direct descendant of the Mok family boxing style, and his Kung Fu Tiger-Taming Fist was also extremely skillful.

Zhou Chengyuan was also the adopted son of Huang Juekun, the leader of the Wo Yee Hing Group, and was a thug specially trained by Wo Yee Hing.

However, although the opponent's inherited skills were good, their actual combat experience was still too immature.

If Yang Sheng's martial arts proficiency hadn't broken through to 92%, he might have struggled against Zhou Chengyuan. But now that he had just broken through, he easily grasped Zhou Chengyuan's weaknesses.

Zhou Chengyuan exerted force with his feet, unleashing a series of flying kicks—the heart-piercing kick, the nail kick, and the gate-crossing combo kick—of the Mo family style, striking Yang Sheng's center. His legs were like iron whips, forcing Yang Sheng to the edge of the ring in an instant.

Mo Family Boxing emphasizes that one kick is better than three punches, with hands measuring 1.7 feet long and legs 3 feet long, allowing for extended attacks and flying kicks. A punch can carry the force of a hundred pounds, and a kick can carry the force of a thousand pounds.

Southern Fist is good at close-range fighting, but Mo Family Fist is known for its leg techniques and emphasizes long-range attacks.

Yang Sheng had been retreating repeatedly, but suddenly he lowered his body and crawled under Zhou Chengyuan.

Knee thrust, leg piercing, shoulder lift!

Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Palm, Erlang Carries the Mountain!

Zhou Chengyuan was horrified and twisted his body in mid-air. Before he could even land steadily, his hands transformed into claws and reached for Yang Sheng's throat!

Gongzi Fuhuquan!

Neck-clamping hand! Throat-severing claw!

But Yang Sheng leaned back halfway, raised his leg and kicked repeatedly, kicking Zhou Chengyuan's arm away with one kick, and then turned around and stopped his other leg directly at Zhou Chengyuan's throat.

A strong gust of wind suddenly arose, and Zhou Chengyuan's hair stood on end, cold sweat dripping down his body.

Jade Ring Step, Mandarin Duck Legs!

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