MTL - The City of Terror-Chapter 20 , Bajiquan!

Ps: This chapter is scheduled to be updated, so if there is a problem..... don't blame the poor road.

When the police arrived, the gangs dared to continue, and they turned and ran, and even more than a dozen middle-aged people knocked down the soft and weak mix in the cellar and struggled to get up.

More than 20 mixed mixes, only a few lucky ones ran away, and the remaining mixes were all grabbed. Any attempt to escape was caught and suffered a bit.

Even Wei Xiaobei and the middle-aged people were handcuffed by the police, and the police car was locked up with those who were mixed.

Wei Xiaobei couldn't help but smile a bit. He said that he was also brave and how to be handcuffed. This is the first time that you can feel bad about wearing handcuffs.

Once you try to struggle out of the handcuffs, the more you struggle, the tighter your handcuffs are, and the cold handcuffs will let you know what it means to be a painful wrist.

Fortunately, there are a few more daring diners who come out to testify and follow the police car.

After waiting for the police station, Wei Xiaobei had a good luck, and the first confession was recorded.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

The young policeman who gave the tribute to Wei Xiaobei gave a rare smile.

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

"Thank you for your testimony."

Wei Xiaobei smiled and shook hands with the few diners.

"Nothing, but you need to be careful, the black tiger is not a good one."

A few diners who dared to come out to testify were not timid, but instead reminded Wei Xiaobei and middle-aged people.

Everyone exchanged mobile phone numbers, and several diners took the lead to leave. Wei Xiaobei and the middle-aged people stood together.

"Thank you for your help, are you okay?"

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

"Nothing, hehe."

Wei Xiaobei moved his body and was waiting to strengthen his face. He felt a violent pain in the back of the steel pipe that was accidentally hit by the steel pipe.

Seeing the appearance of Wei Xiaobei's mouth, the middle-aged man smiled and took out a phone call: "Small five, I am at the police station, pick me up."

Hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man invited Wei Xiaobei: "I will go to my martial arts hall to take some medicine."

Wuguan? Wei Xiaobei’s heart was excited, and it was not much different from what he thought, and then nodded.

The young five in the mouth of the middle-aged man soon arrived. Driving a somewhat worn-out van, the person was more spiritual, and the two-handed joints were thick and caught on the steering wheel, just like touching the toy.

"Master, what happened to you?"

Xiaowu had not stopped the car, and he looked out from the window and looked at the middle-aged man. He could not help but ask some eagerly.

"It's okay, it's being stared by the black tiger's dog scorpion. We got on the bus."

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

In the car, Wei Xiaobei knows that this middle-aged man is called Cheng Biwu. Originally it was Suzhou. He loved martial arts since childhood and went to the famous Bajiao box of Mengcun in Zhangzhou. This time he came to Cuihu City to open a martial arts hall. The business is quite prosperous. Who wants to know but is targeted by the black tiger, and comes to collect protection fees.

The opening of the martial arts museum was actually charged a protection fee. It was a shameful humiliation for Cheng Biwu, so several gangs that came to collect protection fees were directly hit by the chaos.

Before the black tiger gang's gangsters attempted to retaliate directly, it was a pity that in the martial arts hall of Cheng Biwu, in addition to those who usually pay for money, there are also a group of pro-disciples.

The pro-disciple disciples are naturally different from those who pay the money to learn the martial arts. They are the disciples who follow the old art divisions and seek to enter the course of Cheng Biwu. The relationship between them and Cheng Biwu is naturally more intimate than the martial arts disciples who pay the money. .

As the saying goes, one day is a teacher, and life is a father. This sentence refers to such pro-disciples.

The little five who drove the car, named Yao Wu, was the third disciple of Cheng Biwumen. He drove all the way and said nothing. He could see that his character was relatively low-key.

Hey!

The van stopped in front of an alley.

"Come on, we get off."

Cheng Biwu took the lead and walked down. He walked into the alley and took a few steps. Wei Xiaobei saw a plaque hanging on the plaque. There were several black and red characters on the top: Cheng’s Eight-Pole Armory.

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 the martial arts hall, there was a series of sounds.

"Master, you are finally back." This is a pro-disciple of Cheng Biwu.

"Mr. Cheng is good." This is an apprentice who pays for money in the martial arts.

"Everyone continues."

Cheng Biwu is the owner of the museum. The majesty is not low. In one sentence, the yard will resume the sound of the previous fists.

Yao Wu stopped to go, Wei Xiaobei followed Cheng Chengwu, some curiosity, looking around at the yard.

Don't look at the outside alleys, but the yard inside is not small.

Into the gate, on the left is a piece of carbon slag, fine sand open space, a group of half-sized children wearing a training shirt under the leadership of a young man, the right side is covered with bluestone bricks, set up a lot of human-shaped wooden stakes, Some 18-year-old young people continually smashed into these humanoid piles, or hit the upper and lower parts of the stake with their fists.

What makes Wei Xiaobei's eyes shine is that in the corner of the right wall of the courtyard, there is a row of big trees, a whole body dark, about 25 years old young people are constantly leaning towards a big tree, relying on The branches and leaves of the big tree trembled.

Tieshan depends!

Although Wei Xiaobei did not really learn Wu, the description of Bajiquan on the Internet was too much.

Among them, Tieshan is most famous. It is one of the close-knit techniques of Bajiquan. It is said that it is extremely unstoppable to be able to fly the enemy out in an instant, as if it were hit by an elephant.

It’s the same when you hit someone like a sticker.

At this time, Wei Xiaobei's heart is calculated. If you have learned the Bajiquan and the role of the property panel, it should not be too difficult to protect yourself in the gray world.

When Wei Xiaobei returned to God, Cheng Biwu was standing at the door of the hall and smiling at him.

Wei Xiaobei could not help but have a red face and followed the past.

Inside the hall is a theater hall, which is covered with large pieces of plastic blocks and some sandbags are hung. On the wall, there are weapons racks with some cold weapons. Wei Xiaobei can recognize big guns and wooden sticks.

"Dad! You are fine."

Just when Wei Xiaobei’s eyes turned, he heard a crisp sound like a yellow scorpion. He turned his head and saw a pure face, a good figure, a ponytail, and a bit of glory. The girl, clutching the arm of Cheng Biwu, asked that there seemed to be some fog in the eyes.

"Dad is okay, this little brother is hurt, take the medicinal wine."

Cheng Biwu laughed and laughed, licking the girl's head, showing a bit of favor.