“Wait, wait, wait!”
Slap slap slap!
Lao Hei tapped the floor quickly, his face pale. He wasn’t hurting, but he was scared.
“Master ng, where did you learn to do this snatching? This is crazy! If you really used all your strength, I’d be disabled!”
After coming to the dojo today, ng Fan and Lao started practicing. At first, it was regular foundation work, then they moved onto converting knowledge into power.
Lao Hei wanted to cry after just a few moves.
ng Fan felt good about what he’s done so far. He could tell it worked by looking at Lao Hei. He smiled and said, “I learned it online.”
Lao Hei almost fainted. “Online? You’re learning random stuff online and using it on ? I could have been killed!”
Lao Hei didn’t think of how ng Fan could learn sothing so well online. He was barely hanging on to his life.
“No more, no more!”
Lao Hei shook his head really hard. “You’ll kill like this!”
ng Fan didn’t want to give up on such a learning experience. He laughed. “I’m kidding. I learned all of this from Seventh Bro. I couldn’t have overpowered you with random moves, right?”
“Really?”
“Really!”
“Take it easy on !”
Lao Hei thought about it. It must be true. He couldn’t have been taken down with unorthodox moves. Not to ntion, other than that move earlier, the rest were formal snatching moves. If Wu Ji did teach ng Fan those, then it made sense that the moves were complex and unusual.
As to why Wu Ji would teach ng Fan, it was obvious.
Lao Hei spent a lot of ti reading that online post yesterday so that he wouldn’t be so clueless in the future. He didn’t understand everything, but he knew ng Fan was potentially a brother-in-law to Wu Ji. They were definitely family.
That fight yesterday?
It was their family business. Outsiders like him better stay out of it.
Lao Hei was curious about one thing. Based on the online photos, ng Fan was still an overweight hobody two months ago. How did he get so buff so quickly?
Just from running? It’s so bizarre.
He had to have a lot of self-discipline.
Lao Hei was a coach, so he knew sothing about fitness and weight loss. Losing weight from just running would be very difficult.
Usually, one needed to combine aerobic with anaerobic exercises to lose weight.
Lao Hei wanted to ask, so he did. ng Fan’s answer: He ran 20 kiloters a day.
Wow! With so much running, ng Fan could be even leaner!
More questions followed. How did such a chubby body support so much? ng Fan chuckled and said genius things were hard to explain.
What else could Lao Hei say?
Genius? To Lao Hei, ng Fan was a God-level talent in this area.
Soon, ng Fan managed to use all the snatching techniques he saw from online videos on Lao Hei.
“You’re insane!”
After a whole set, Lao Hei was a ss. The physical injuries were one thing; he was hurt ntally, too.
“Master ng, are you sure Ji Bro taught you all this? Even if you spent all day and all night learning together yesterday, you couldn’t have learned this much snatching!”
Lao Hei was recomnded as a coach by Yang Feng because of two things. He was durable, and he was good at anti-snatching. Obviously, he was good at snatching as well. Lao Hei was very familiar with this skill.
Compared to ng Fan, Lao Hei felt he didn’t know anything at all about snatching!
It was frustrating comparing yourself to others!
ng Fan laughed. “Seventh Bro is a good coach.”
Clang!
The door was pulled open. Wu Ji walked into the private practice room with a frown. He pointed at ng Fan angrily. “Don’t call Seventh Bro!”
Startled, ng Fan stopped talking. Speak of the devil…
Wu Ji stared at him. “When did I teach you snatching?!”
ng Fan crossed his fingers and whispered. “In my dreams.”
Wu Ji looked ready to hit him. “Dreams?”
ng Fan nodded. He might as well keep lying. “Hm, I thought you were teaching in my dreams. How else could I have learned so much snatching? It’s like that movie ‘King of Beggars’ with Stephen Chow. He learned the Lohat Fist while dreaming.”
Wu Ji laughed about the ludicrous answer. “Was I the old beggar?”
ng Fan answered shalessly. “Or maybe you’re the reincarnation of Seventh Uncle Hong.”
“The old beggar is not Seventh Uncle Hong, okay? Did you even watch the movie? Why am I wasting ti talking about this?” Wu Ji was frustrated at the change in topic. He pointed at ng Fan. “Yang Feng asked you yesterday if you wanted to go pro. You said no. Why are you here again?”
ng Fan answered guiltily. “I wasn’t interested in professional fighting, but I wanted to learn so basic fighting techniques. You know, to protect myself and to protect… Tong Tong.”
It was not a good idea for ng Fan to ntion this. Wu Ji looked like a volcano ready to erupt. His eyes landed on ng Fan’s right hand, the sa hand which had held Wu Tong’s hand before.
Suddenly, Wu Ji seed to take a deep breath. His face relaxed as he smiled and said, “Might as well. If you want to be with my sister, I won’t stop you. I can’t stop you anyway. It’s nice that you want to protect her. How about this? Tell what you want to learn, and I’ll teach them to you.”
ng Fan shook his head imdiately. “No, no, nothing to learn. I learned a lot from Lao Hei already. I’m good!”
ng Fan would be a moron if he couldn’t tell Wu Ji was acting here.
Even Lao Hei could tell Wu Ji was trying to beat ng Fan in the na of teaching him.
What’s going on with these brothers-in-law?
“Nothing to learn? Oh, no. You have a lot to learn to be able to protect Tong Tong.”
Wu Ji was doing warm-up. Seeing that ng Fan was ready to flee, he stopped warming up and chased after ng Fan. “You have to learn, no matter what!”
This ti, Wu Ji didn’t want to limit himself to takedowns and snatching!
Just those skills weren’t enough to hurt him. He needed to beat ng Fan this ti!
“Tell , which hand did you touch Tong Tong with?”
“Wanna learn the Scissor Kick?”
“How about the Cross Fix?”
“Bastard, I was letting you win yesterday. Today, you’ll know the real !”
“Which hand touched her?”
“…”
“Ow! Seventh Bro, stop!”
“Seventh Bro, I promised Tong Tong I won’t hit you!”
“Seventh Bro — Wu Ji, you’re a bastard! Why are you using this low-down move?”
“…”
ng Fan had already gained 10 points in Snatching Techniques. With his power and Hand Speed, he wasn’t afraid of Wu Ji at all.
This ti, Lao Hei was prepared. He found a stool sowhere and took out a pack of sunflower seeds to snack on.
“Feng Bro! Here, have so sunflower seeds!”
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