Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 237 Principles, Advice

Ang Lee.

Yan Tong naturally understands the noble person in Lei Luo's words.

What surprised him was that the junior brother Zhou Sheng introduced, a young man he had never even laid eyes on, was now the talkative person in the walled city.

However, Lei Luo escaped by chance, and Doong Qiang was killed, all because of the other party.

Yan Tong looked up at Lei Luo's back and sneered twice:

"The position of Inspector Zonghua has not yet been decided, and the outcome is still unknown. Gifting money? Let's see who dies first!"

"Brother Luo, what did you just say to Yan Tong?"

Lardboy opened the door of the black car and let Lei Luo in. He looked back at Yan Tong who was staring here and asked as he got in the car.

Lei Luo said nonchalantly:
"It's nothing, I just talked about the strong doll."

Li An corrected.

"Yan Tong is Yan Tong, and I am me. Killing Yan Tong is fun, but the news will spread. This will only make the police stink, make the matter worse, and will it become a joke for those of us who are on duty?"

"But everything must be done according to the rules, and everything must be controlled by others." Lardboy couldn't help but retort.

The young man was taken aback by these straight-to-the-point words. He looked at Li An, frowned and said, "Playing in the gym?"

"There must be some management, but not now. Our division chief is sitting on the floor raising the price. For the position of Inspector General Hua, more than one million cannot satisfy his appetite. If he is not fed well, Yan Tong will not be able to satisfy his appetite." You can’t get it with empty promises, not to mention the suggestions of not only the director, but also the chief superintendent. Only by sharing the interests can we win their support.”

Lei Luo lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and thought over and over again.

"Are you here to learn boxing?"

Lei Luo thought for a moment, rubbed his eyebrows and said.

Yau Ma Tei has the most martial arts schools in Hong Kong.

After a moment of silence, Lardboy had no choice but to give up.

Detectives, like detectives and military uniforms, receive a monthly fee. If the area is well-oiled, they will get more as they serve as errands.

In the early years, warriors who came to the south to seek food and clothing often taught apprentices in various trade unions. Later, they gradually used other societies as a base to promote various martial arts schools. Those with a little reputation would open schools to teach apprentices.

"How could I forget this? I already took care of it yesterday." Lardboy replied.

Lei Luo reacted: "No wonder I saw him coming out of the director's office. He came here to raise money."

"Brother Luo, you also know that Yan Tong will definitely not give up. In my opinion, if he is in the first grade of junior high school and we are in the fifteenth grade, we might as well find an opportunity to get rid of him."

Lei Luo shook his head and said softly:

Lardboy nodded and said no more.

Although his visit this time is no different from kicking the gym.

As soon as Li An walked to the door, a young man practicing boxing in the gym came over.

"What do you want from my master?"

"Then why don't we go take care of it too?"

"Just giving advice and discussion."

"There is a way."

"Oh."

After a while, he temporarily put aside Yan Tong's matters and asked:
"By the way, brother, it's been two days since the Mid-Autumn Festival. Are you ready for the store? I made a deal with Li An at the beginning, and the result will be there in two or three days."

Doing business also depends on the dock, and this is especially true for side business. For the detective, the fees are just a small amount of money, and the contribution of the large and small communities in the area is the big one.

Hong Kong has a strong martial arts culture, and martial arts culture in Hong Kong can support almost half of Hong Kong's history.

From the 1920s to the 1960s, descendants of many sects, mainly the southern sect, immigrated to Hong Kong, making Hong Kong a place where various sects gathered together.

"He definitely won't admit it."

"Then go back to Kowloon first."

Lei Luo refused without thinking:

"Baji Quan, Li An, I want to have a discussion with Master Wang from your gym. Please let me know, brother."

Li An clasped his fists:

The iron gates were pushed open to the left and right, and many students wearing close-fitting short fighting skills were practicing boxing and kicking. Swords, guns and clubs were lined up on the weapon racks next to the corner. This was a martial arts gym located in the end alley of Nanjing.

The car sped along, passing over the buildings on both sides, until it left Armory Street, before Lardboy spoke:
"Brother Luo, there is one more thing. Changle Club is undergoing transformation. Many side businesses have begun to let go. Wan Chai has also vacated a large area of ​​business. Yan Tong took this opportunity to divide the business and raised more than 100 yuan. Ten thousand."

"Don't be too narrow-minded. Give him a beating for the time being, get Inspector Zonghua on board, and then look for opportunities to deal with him."

Lardboy curled his lips and then said:

"We can't break the rules. If we as errands all play this way, what's the difference between us and the people in the club? It will be chaos."

After hearing Lei Luo's words, Lardboy immediately said:

"Is Master Wang from your hotel here?"

"No."

"Advice?"

The man snorted coldly, obviously not agreeing with it. He turned around and shouted into the gym: "Someone is kicking the gym!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen martial arts disciples who were practicing boxing and kicks gathered around him.

Li An came to ask for advice before and saw this kind of thing many times. Surrounded by people, he didn't even blink, and said calmly: "Don't you know the basic rules of the martial arts world?"

"What are the rules? You came to our martial arts studio to cause trouble!" the young man shouted.

Seeing that these students were about to take action if they disagreed, suddenly a voice came:
"Ashen, stop!"

Everyone in the museum turned to look and saw a middle-aged man wearing a long coat and a pair of black cloth shoes walking out of the back room.

"Master." The young man shouted.

"Nonsense!"

The man walked to the door, glared at the young man sternly, then turned his eyes, looked at Li An for a while, clasped his fists and said:
"I, Wang Yunhong, the owner of the Zhou Family Mantis Club, are you here to play football?"

Li An saluted according to the rules of the world:

"Baji Li An, the new restaurant is about to open. I came here specifically to ask for Master Wang's advice. I hope Master Wang won't be offended."

Where there are interests, there will be rivers and lakes, and there will also be various so-called rules. Martial arts and kung fu are not a pure land, and the same is true.

To put it more bluntly, opening a library and teaching apprentices is a means of making a living.

If an outsider wants to open a restaurant, he can't go in directly. The local martial arts community won't let him, because this is stealing people's jobs.

what to do? The most direct and effective way is to worship the mountain gate and show your strength.

This is also a process that every new martial arts gym must go through, and Wang Yunhong naturally knows it.

There was no anger on his face, but when he heard the name Li An, he felt familiar. He frowned and thought for a while before asking in surprise:
"Are you Ang Lee?"

Li An was a little surprised when he heard this: "Master Wang knows about me?"

"It's not a big deal in the martial arts world. You came to Zhongfang Street one after another to ask for advice. Although the results of the fights were not made public, Zhongfang Street is not far from Nanjing Street. Of course, we masters have heard of it."

As soon as he met Li An, he saw that he was not very old. He thought he was just a young man who thought he had learned some kung fu, so he imitated others and tried to show off his strength.

Now that Li An's identity was confirmed, Wang Yunhong's face became solemn.

I also thought that Li An could come to ask for advice one after another and get away unscathed. Afterwards, these museum owners kept silent, so his skills were certainly not bad.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Yunhong asked:
"How do you want to spar, little brothers? Fists and kicks? Or weapons?"

"It will be all right."

Wang Yunhong looked at the empty-handed Li An for a while and said, "Let's compete with fists and kicks."

After a pause, he said again:
"But the ugly words are ahead, fists and feet have no eyes. If either of you or I is disabled, we will bear it ourselves."

"That's natural."

Li An readily agreed.

"please."

Wang Yunhong stretched out his hand to indicate that he should walk towards the museum first.

"Are you kidding? Who is this kid? Master actually agreed to spar with him?"

"Didn't you just hear what the master said? He has challenged many martial arts schools in Zhongfang Street before?"

"So what? I think he is not older than me, and he has only practiced for a few years at most. How good can he be?"

Because Li An did not say that they would discuss behind closed doors, Wang Yunhong did not let his disciples go out. At this time, these students stood aside and talked in low voices.

Li An heard it clearly, and he didn't care. When Wang Yunhong on the opposite side stood three steps away from him, Li An sank down, assumed the posture of two men carrying a mountain, and said:

"Master Wang, please."

Wang Yunhong's eyes narrowed: "Please."

After saying this, Wang Yunhong took the lead, hooking his wrists with both hands and pointing his right index finger straight in front of Li An's face.

It is the cloud hand of Mantis Boxing, also known as the facing hand.

This is also the usual attack method of Mantis Boxing. Yun Shou starts his hand and goes straight towards the opponent's eyes. As long as he takes advantage and the opponent's eyes are blurred, it will be easier to fight later.

Li An did not dodge, he raised his left arm lightly, and used an elbow to catch Wang Yunhong's wrist instantly. He then raised his right hand, the tip of his elbow went up and down, and hit Wang Yunhong's neck, forcing him to retreat.

Wang Yunhong kicked his feet forward and retreated backwards.

Seeing Wang Yunhong take a step back, Li An grabbed the gap in his unstable figure, twisted his waist and turned sideways, turned and elbowed directly into Wang Yunhong's temple.

Pressing forward step by step, it is likely that the winner will be decided in one round.

At this time, Wang Yunhong had just stabilized his body, and the tip of his elbow with strong wind was already hitting him. He could only lean back and poke Li An's armpit with his cunning hand.

"puff!"

However, Li An quickly changed his moves, retracted the tip of his raised elbow, and hit his wrist.

Just when he was in pain, Li An had already turned around, stepped closer, and pressed his body against his chest.

It was as if Wang Yunhong was struck by lightning. Although he reacted very quickly and crossed his arms to block, his feet still left the ground and flew out involuntarily.

With a bang, his whole body fell to the ground.

The hall suddenly fell silent.

"Concession!"

Li An stood up with his fist closed and said calmly.

(End of this chapter)