Chapter 20

PS: this chapter is scheduled to be updated, so if there is a problem Don't blame me.

Seeing the police coming, the gangsters dared not go on. They turned around and ran one by one. Even more than a dozen gangsters who were knocked down by the middle-aged man were struggling to get up.

Of the more than 20 gangsters, only a few had better luck. All the remaining gangsters were caught. Those who tried to escape and were caught suffered a lot.

Even Wei Xiaobei and middle-aged people were handcuffed by the police, got into the police car and locked up with those gangsters.

Wei Xiaobei couldn't help laughing bitterly. He acted bravely and was handcuffed for the first time.

Once you try to get out of the handcuffs, the more you struggle, the tighter the handcuffs will be. The cold handcuffs will let you know what is the feeling of breaking your wrist.

Fortunately, several more outspoken diners came out to testify and followed the police car.

When he arrived at the police station, Wei Xiaobei was lucky and first recorded a confession.

"OK, thank you for your cooperation."

The young policeman who gave Wei Xiaobei a confession rarely smiled.

After Wei Xiaobei left the police station, he stood at the gate and waited until the middle-aged man and several testifying diners came out.

"Thank you for your testimony."

Wei Xiaobei smiled and shook hands with the diners.

"It's all right. You need to be careful. The black tiger Gang is not easy to mess with."

The diners who dared to testify were not timid, but reminded Wei Xiaobei and the middle-aged.

They exchanged mobile phone numbers with each other, and several diners left first, leaving Wei Xiaobei standing with the middle-aged man.

"Thank you for your help. Are you okay?"

The middle-aged man smiled and looked at Wei Xiaobei.

"It's all right, ouch."

Wei Xiaobei moved his body for a while and was waiting to make a face. He felt a violent pain coming from the place where his back was accidentally hit by a steel pipe.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei's grinning appearance, the middle-aged man smiled, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Xiao Wu, I'm in the police station. Come and pick me up."

After hanging up, the middle-aged man invited Wei Xiaobei and said, "go to my martial arts school and get some medicine later."

Martial arts school? Wei Xiaobei was excited. As expected, it was not much different from what he thought. Then he nodded again.

The little five in the middle-aged man's mouth soon arrived. Driving a somewhat shabby van, he was more energetic. His hands were thick and clutching on the steering wheel was like touching a toy.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

Before Xiao Wu stopped the car steadily, he poked his head out of the window and looked at the middle-aged man. He couldn't help asking eagerly.

"It's all right. I'm just being watched by the black tiger gang. Let's get in the car."

The middle-aged man opened the door and said to Wei Xiaobei.

In the car, Wei Xiaobei knew that the middle-aged man was called Cheng Biwu. He was originally from Suzhou. He loved martial arts since childhood and joined the famous family of Baji boxing in Mengcun, Cangzhou. This time, he came to Cuihu city to open a martial arts school. His business was quite prosperous. Who knows, he was watched by the black tiger gang and came to collect protection fees.

The person who opened the martial arts school was charged protection fees, which was a great humiliation for Cheng Biwu. Therefore, several gangsters who came to collect protection fees were directly hit by random sticks.

The gangsters of the black tiger Gang also tried to retaliate directly before. Unfortunately, in Cheng Biwu's martial arts school, in addition to those who pay money to learn martial arts, there are also a group of Pro disciples.

The pro disciples are naturally different from those ordinary people who pay money to learn martial arts. They are disciples of Cheng Biwu according to the old apprenticeship routine. Their relationship with Cheng Biwu is naturally closer than those martial arts disciples who pay money.

As the saying goes, one day is a teacher and all life is a father. This sentence refers to this kind of Pro disciple.

The little five driving, named Yao Wu, is the third disciple of Cheng Biwu. He drove all the way without saying a word. It can be seen that his character is relatively low-key.

Creak!

The van stopped in front of an alley.

"Here we are. Let's get off."

Cheng Biwu opened the door and took the lead in walking down the alley. After a few steps into the alley, Wei xiaobeiju saw a plaque hanging with several black edged red characters written in official script: Cheng's eight pole martial arts school.

The next two wooden doors were wide open, and there was a sound of drinking from time to time.

When Cheng Biwu appeared at the gate of the martial arts school, a series of voices came from inside.

"Master, you are back at last." This is Cheng Biwu's disciple.

"Hello, Mr. Cheng." This is a paid apprentice in the martial arts school.

"Let's continue."

Cheng Biwu, as the owner of the hall, is not low in dignity. In a word, the yard recovers the sound of boxing and feet before.

Yao Wu stopped and went, while Wei Xiaobei followed Cheng Biwu. He was curious and looked around at everything in the yard.

Although the alley outside is small, the yard inside is not small.

After entering the gate, on the left is an open space paved with carbon slag and fine sand. A group of half boys in practice shirts fight under the leadership of a young man. On the right is paved with green stone bricks and erected a lot of humanoid stakes. Some young people aged 18 or 19 continue to hit these humanoid stakes, or hit the upper and lower parts of the stakes with their fists and feet.

What brightened Wei Xiaobei's eyes was that a row of big trees were planted in the corner of the right courtyard. A young man of about twenty-five or six years old was leaning against a big tree, and the branches and leaves of the big tree were shaking.

Iron mountain shit!

Although Wei Xiaobei hasn't really learned martial arts, there are too many descriptions of Bajiquan on the Internet.

Among them, iron mountain is the most famous. It is one of the close-up techniques of eight pole boxing. It is said that when practiced to the extreme, it can fly the enemy out in an instant, just like being hit by an elephant. It can be said to be unstoppable.

Beating people is like a sticker, that's it.

At this time, Wei Xiaobei thought about it. If he learned eight pole boxing and the function of attribute panel, it should not be too difficult to protect himself in the gray world.

When Wei Xiaobei came back, Cheng Biwu was already standing at the door of the main room and was looking at him with a smile.

Wei Xiaobei couldn't help blushing and hurried to follow him.

Inside the main room is a martial arts hall, which is paved with large plastic blocks and hung with some sandbags. Near the wall, there is a weapon rack with some cold weapons on it. What Wei Xiaobei can recognize are big guns and wooden sticks.

"Dad! Are you okay?"

Just as Wei Xiaobei's eyes were turning around, he heard a crisp sound like an Oriole. When he turned around, he saw a girl with a pure face, a beautiful figure, a horsetail and a bit of heroism. She was holding Cheng Biwu's arm and asking. There seemed to be some fog in her eyes.

"Dad is fine. The little brother is hurt. Go and bring the medicinal wine."

Cheng Biwu said with a smile and rubbed the girl's head, showing some doting.