novelhk Chapter 7 Short Stick Techniques
Chapter 7 Short Stick Techniques
Two days later.
11 a.m., Wusong Street.
There weren't many pedestrians on the street.
Inside the tea restaurant.
Sports news was playing on TV.
An elderly couple, enjoying their morning tea, looked out the window and seemed to be arguing about something.
"As I said, they are long-distance runners, preparing to participate in the Asian Cities Youth Athletics Invitational Tournament."
"Wait a minute, why is there a fat guy behind us? He's so slow, he can't even outrun me."
"What's wrong with that? That fat guy is a shot putter."
"But he looks about our age, how can he participate in youth competitions?"
"Maybe they just look older than they are!"
"These young men are pretty good, much better than my gangster grandson."
"Yeah yeah."
……
Ah Le, who was eating breakfast nearby, twitched his lips slightly upon hearing this.
Outside the window, Gao Qiang was running with his men on the streets of Wusong Street, dressed in sportswear.
He doesn't look like a gangster at all.
Next to Ah Le sat a boy wearing a white school uniform.
He held an empty bowl in his hands, staring intently at the people running outside the window.
He longed to compete with them, but who would win was still uncertain.
"Danny, it's time to go to school."
Ah Le turned to look at the boy beside her, speaking gently.
Done.
Danny obediently picked up his schoolbag from the table and got into the Mercedes-Benz outside.
Ah Le stood on the side of the street, watching the group that had just stopped, remaining silent.
Seeing this, Aze asked, "Brother Le, should I call Aqiang over?"
Ah Le shook his head expressionlessly: "Don't interfere with their physical exercise."
Also tell Gao Qiang that he needs to show backbone at 8 PM tonight.
……
Exhausted from running, Iron Arm and Wing sat down in front of Dream Paris.
Iron Arm wiped the sweat from his brow, and seeing that no one was around, he looked at Wing and whispered:
"Wing-zai, do you think Brother Qiang is playing us?"
He promised to teach us stick fighting, but all he did was take us running?
What's the use of being able to run? You can't just get out of position!
After running five kilometers for two consecutive days, my iron arm is starting to give out.
Yizi tilted his head back and took a sip of the mineral water in his hand, then handed the remaining half bottle to Tiebi, looking at him and saying:
"Maybe it's so they can run faster when they're about to chop someone up."
His tone was sarcastic.
"Wing is right. If you run too slowly when you're chopping someone up, will you even have a chance to stand out?"
If you're slow, you'll only get farts.
Gao Qiang, who came from Dream Paris, explained.
He ran faster than the others, and by then he had already taken a shower and changed into a gray jacket and black trousers.
This outfit was specially prepared for tonight's negotiations.
To gain the favor of your superiors, not only must your actions and thoughts be consistent, but your attire must also be consistent.
"Brother Qiang, I know what you're saying, but when can you teach me real staff techniques?" Tiebi asked somewhat helplessly.
Gao Qiang didn't want the running to end so soon; he wanted to cultivate their habit of exercising and earn more points.
He thought of A-Le's son, Danny, and promised:
"I'll find you a kid another day. If you can outrun him, I'll teach you stick fighting."
The two nodded, both with joy on their faces.
Gao Qiang asked, "Where did Ada go?"
Iron Arm pointed to the area inside the venue, "Uncle Da has probably gone to take a dump again."
Gao Qiang shook his head.
If someone keeps running to the toilet when they have nothing to do at work, they're either an undercover agent or slacking off.
He walked into the arena, intending to scare Cao Dahua.
……
Inside the toilet.
Only the last one had its door closed.
"Officer Wong, I can't take it anymore, these gangsters are going to kill me."
"Ada, you've suffered. Everyone says Ah Le is ruthless, but I never thought he'd even go after you. You beast!"
"Hold on a little longer, achieve some results, and I'll definitely transfer you back..."
"It has nothing to do with Ah Lok. It's a thug he just took in named Ko Keung. I'm with him."
"He was inhuman. He forced me to run five kilometers every day, and wouldn't give me food if I didn't finish."
"I went undercover for two days and lost 5 pounds."
"What? I sent you to infiltrate Ah Le's team, and you're going to be an athlete..."
"Officer Wong, don't be angry. Things are a bit complicated. I'll explain it to you slowly when I get back to the station."
"Damn it, I'll give you three more days. If you still can't infiltrate Ah Le's inner circle and find out any useful information, you're dead."
"I'll definitely crush your head! Ever heard of the deadly scissor kick?"
"I really want to switch to the arms case, please do me a favor, Inspector Wong."
"Inspector Wong"
"Hey, Inspector Wong!"
"Fuck your mother, you son of a bitch."
Cao Dahua listened to the dial tone of the phone being hung up, feeling like crying but having no tears left.
None of the leaders are good people.
In their eyes, undercover agents are like toilet paper; they only remember you when they need to wipe their butts, and complain about your stench when they don't.
Now that things have come to this, we can only take it one step at a time.
He flushed the toilet, and as soon as he opened the door, he was startled.
Gao Qiang was pointing at him, his eyes sinister and his expression mocking.
Uncle Da is so heartless! I was trying to help you lose weight, and you're still badmouthing me behind my back.
Cao Dahua quickly changed his expression, a simple smile on his face, his right hand trembling slightly, and looked at Gao Qiang as he said:
"Hey bro, you're here to take a dump too?"
"Otherwise what? Did I come here to eat?" Gao Qiang retorted angrily, speechless.
"Hehe, as people get older, their tongues get clumsy."
Cao Dahua tried to bluff his way through, laughing it off as he walked past Gao Qiang.
Suddenly, a thick arm patted his shoulder, and a magnetic voice came from behind him:
"Ah Da, what did I hear you saying 'Sir, sir' in the restroom earlier?"
"You're not an undercover cop, are you?"
Cao Dahua was sweating and felt a little guilty.
But he quickly turned around with a sheepish grin, straightened his back, and said, "Brother Qiang, stop fooling around. Have you ever seen such a handsome and dashing undercover agent?"
Damn it, isn't this the one right in front of you?
"Not the best, I can be very ruthless with undercover agents."
Have you ever heard of "lighting sky lanterns"?
"no."
As he spoke, Cao Dahua's right hand was shaking violently, as if he were rewarding himself.
Remembering his business, Gao Qiang asked, "Did you bring back the books I asked you to get from the bookstore?"
Cao Dahua said, "It's already been given to my sister-in-law."
Gao Qiang hummed in agreement and turned to leave.
He's just 20 points away from the lottery, so it all depends on Ruby.
After he left, Cao Dahua returned to the restroom, as if looking for something.
"Where's my erotic magazine?"
……
"Why is there another erotic magazine?"
Ruby, who had just been moved by Gao Qiang, looked at the erotic magazine at the bottom of the pile and was somewhat confused.
What touched me was that Gao Qiang wasn't joking when he said it the day before yesterday; he genuinely cared about her dream of becoming a teacher.
Today, Gao Qiang had several textbooks delivered to us.
But what does it mean that there's also a erotic magazine inside?
He doesn't want me to teach him that kind of thing, does he?
Ms. Cang is also a teacher, so I have no reason not to persist.
As she thought about it, her cheeks began to flush.
She felt like she could keep up with Gao Qiang's train of thought.
……
Gao Qiang was reviewing today's system notifications:
[Complete a positive action—cultivate subordinates' exercise habits, and earn 10 points]
[Completed a positive action—successfully awakened Ruby's dream of becoming a teacher, earning 30 points]
[Accumulate 200 points to enter a prize draw]
[Confirm lottery draw]
[Acquired martial arts skill - Proficiency in Filipino short stick (1/400)]
[Philippine baton fighting, which uses a short stick as the main weapon and extends to the use of everyday items such as umbrellas and canes for self-defense, has been modified by the military and police into baton fighting techniques and used in combat training.]
Short stick fighting?
I remember watching the commentary on the movie "SPL: Kill Zone" in my past life. Ma Jun defeated the throat-slitting maniac Ah Ji using Filipino short stick techniques.
Enforcement was forceful; 99 blows were delivered in a single second.
The system notification disappeared.
A flood of fragmented information entered Gao Qiang's mind.
The Filipino short stick and the Wulang Bagua stick have completely different focuses, which is directly reflected in the length of the stick.
The short stick is suitable for one-on-one close-quarters street fighting, while the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Stick is suitable for team battles where one person fights against multiple opponents.
The two complement each other.
This perfectly compensates for his weakness in close combat.
I need to buy two batons and practice as soon as possible.